Stormbound (6 page)

Shuddering, she stamped her foot. “Oh shit, damn shit!”

“Hmm. Not a response we can quantify.” He glared. “Guess we’ll have to try again. Remember, one to ten.”

His next run over her hips and legs had her trying to push him away, but because of Briant’s grip, her lower arms only flopped awkwardly. “Ten! Damn yes, ten!”

“Can’t be. Ten is reserved for when you actually climax. You didn’t, did you?” Levi folded his arms across his chest. Her system seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for him to touch her again.

Briant placed his mouth close to her ear. “Answer him, not that I don’t already know the answer. If you’d gone off, your body would have given you away.”

Trapped. Helpless. Gloriously caught between two alpha males.
“I didn’t! I need to, but I didn’t.”

“Because Levi stopped short of ground zero. What is it, torture or pleasure?”

Both. Wonderfully both.
“He’s making me crazy.”

“What I’m doing,” Levi said, “is teaching you who’s in charge.”

Her master was coming. She’d spent the day tugging on the chain that connected her collar to a metal post, and now her lonely waiting was coming to an end. He might whip her simply because he could, but maybe he’d take pity on her, feed from her body. They’d climax together, and for a moment, master and slave would become equals.

“Then teach me.” Talking hurt.

“When we’re ready,” Briant said.

No, now!
She tried to grind her buttocks against him.

“You’d make a good sex slave,” Levi said. “Keep you horny, and you’ll do anything.”

Yes, Master, yes!

Waiting for Levi to touch her again, she noted that physical labor had carved his body, resulting in densely muscled arms and legs. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, but she didn’t care. What did his belly taste like? More to the point, what would his cock taste and feel like against her tongue?

Oral sex? Giving head?

“So,” Levi said as he again ended the distance between them, “what is it?” He slid his fingers into her pubic hair, barely touching her flesh. “You don’t believe in shaving here?”

He really expected her to be able to speak? “No.”

“Why not?”

“What do you care?”

Her comment must have satisfied him. Either that or right now, the pros and cons of pubic hair were immaterial.

“You don’t sunbathe,” he said. “If you did, you wouldn’t be so pale here.”

He abruptly leaned over. Maybe she should have anticipated his mouth on her belly. She hadn’t. Moist warmth radiated over her stomach. Shivering, she lost herself in sensation.

“Tell us what you’re thinking,” Levi commanded.

She was still trying to make sense of his words when he bent forward, caught her hips in his rough hands, and tongue-swiped her from breasts to crotch.

“Ah, oh my God!” If not for Briant behind her, she would have fallen.

“No, that’s not what we want to hear.” Levi again dragged his tongue down her body, leaving hot moisture in his wake. “You need to be specific.”

She’d whimpered the whole time he was licking her. Even when he stopped and straightened, she couldn’t silence her low cries. Desperate for more stimulation, she again thrust her pelvis at him. “For God’s sake, Levi! Finish what you started.”

“What do you think?” he asked Briant. “Should I?”

“Hmm. Hard to say. I suppose you could push a few more buttons, but my arms are getting tired. In fact, I think I’ll relax this one a little.”

Any other time, she would have understood what Briant was talking about. This afternoon, however, it took the muscled arm around her throat sliding lower for the pieces to start coming together. Briant took his time while she panted through anticipation. Finally the fingers of his left hand settled over her right breast.

“Yeah. Now I have an anchor to hold on to.” He squeezed her breast to make his point.

“That you do,” Levi agreed with his head again tilted to the side. “But she looks off balance with one boob covered and the other hanging out. I don’t think that fashion statement’s going to catch on.”

Today’s insanity wasn’t enough to completely distract her from Levi’s humor or her crazy desire to match him. “Speaking of modesty, everything of yours is hanging out.”

Levi again folded his arms across his chest. He had to be taunting her with the gesture—and it was working. “You don’t like?”

I like. Every time I look at your cock, I can’t think of anything else—except for the one behind me.

Levi looked past her to Briant. “She isn’t bad. Not a trophy catch, but she does have possibilities. I wouldn’t throw her back.”

“You’re sure? You haven’t thoroughly examined her.”

Every time Briant spoke, his voice rumbled through her, adding to the inner fireworks.

“Point taken,” Levi said. “Is there any particular area you’d like me to concentrate on?”

“Well, we
are
going to fuck her, so I suppose you should determine how fuck-worthy she is.”

Good. Let them talk as if she were an inanimate object. That way she was free to focus on her body.

“Right you are.” Looking bored, Levi unfolded his arms and wiggled his fingers inches from her face. “These are my tools. Fortunately, they’re warm because otherwise…”

Ten fingers blazed a trail where his tongue had been seconds ago. He wasn’t tickling her, nothing as ordinary as that. If pressed, she wouldn’t have been able to say whether he’d led with his nails or the tips of his fingers, maybe some of both. What mattered, what had her throwing her head back and howling like some animal in heat, was the electric slide down her body. Briant’s hold on her had started to become uncomfortable, but that was swept away under Levi’s assault.

Over and over again, Levi ignited her from breast to crotch. Each time he stopped just short of her pussy. Widening her stance, she thrust herself at him, crying and whimpering like some maddened beast. A small part of her was embarrassed, and she heard her parents’ voices in her head, reminding her of what constituted ladylike behavior.

Too late. I’m too far gone. Caught in a storm-created world.

“Don’t!” she all but bellowed when once more Levi pulled back instead of burrowing between her legs. She started bucking. “Damn it, Levi, don’t stop like that!”

“Jesus!” Briant exclaimed. “Will you settle down!”

“I can’t!”

“Hold on to the little filly,” Levi ordered. “Let’s see if I can wind her down a bit, either that or make her gallop.”

“I don’t care which it is,” she said. “Just be quick.”

Briant was strong enough he could hold her indefinitely, but her shoulders were burning. Fortunately dismissing that part of her body was easy. All she had to do was put her mind on her pussy.

On fire. Beyond eager.

The wind was blowing outside the dungeon where her master kept her. All day it had beaten against the stone walls to remind her of her imprisonment. Now, as if celebrating her master’s return, it screamed and moaned so that she felt the harsh energy in every molecule of her being.

Her master was home. Coming for her.

“Do it, Levi.” She gasped. “Be quick.”

He frowned. At least his expression started out that way, only to shift into something that again put her in mind of a predator studying its prey and silenced the dungeon images.

“So you’re saying you’re ready to be fucked, are you? Sorry, but I’m not going to take your word for it.”

Again making her think of a hunting wolf, he ran a hand between her legs and over her pussy. She respected electricity. Her job required a deep knowledge of it. Early in her training, she’d been shocked several times and knew she didn’t want that to happen again. This was different, incredibly so. Tapping into what it was to be a woman.

His fingers against her labia were rough, but her body’s juices eased his journey. Sagging in Briant’s grasp, she closed her eyes. Touching herself there had never felt this good. This right.

Maybe she didn’t have any more outbursts in her. Maybe what she felt was too marvelous for words. Whatever the answer, she sank mind and soul into the feel of Levi’s fingers on her hot-to-the-touch flesh. She couldn’t remember how her leg muscles worked and lacked the strength to lift her head off Briant’s strong shoulder. Her fingers were so tightly clenched they hurt, the contrast with the silken wonder of her cunt wonderful.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Was that her speaking? “Oh please, yes.”

“Hold on,” Levi said. “I’m getting there.”

Where?
Widening her stance even more and again pushing her pussy forward, she offered herself to him. Her breasts pulsed, sending rhythm through her. Her cunt caught the pace.

“Oh God, yes!”

“At her entrance.” Levi sucked in a breath. “Going in.”

A single, powerful finger glided into her and stole her mind. Her body belonged to her captors. She’d turned herself over to them.

Lost in the admission of what had happened, she concentrated to the best of her ability on what was taking place. Levi’s finger had laid claim to her sex channel and become one with her, but it was more than that. Briant was the tree that kept her upright, his heated body searing hers.

Not one master but two. Twin naked masculine forms approaching her cage, unlocking the door, and hauling her out. Knowing her role, she sank to her knees.

“Do you want to come?” Levi asked.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

“Just like that? On your own, not letting us be part of it?”

Desperate to feel more than a single finger along her inner walls, she tightened her vaginal muscles. “I don’t know. Please, what do you want me to say?”

A rough laugh rolled out of Levi as he withdrew, only to invade her again, this time with two fingers. “We’re getting there, partner. Turning her into what we want her to be.”

There was nothing graceful about Narah’s movements as she responded to his thrusting fingers, not that he gave a damn. Levi had never so much as contemplated what controlling a woman would be like, but he did now. She’d shudder and scream, stare at him with wide, pleading eyes while her hands fluttered and sweat formed between and under her breasts—just as Narah was doing.

“You’re a dirty slut.” His forearm was growing tired from the rapid pumping action, but he’d continue to arouse and torment for as long as it took to break her down. To make her beg. “Look at you!” He slapped her breasts. “What happened to the professional, conservative electrician you presented to the world? It was a lie, wasn’t it? Underneath those sexless clothes, you’re nothing but sex.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Briant said, distracting him a little from the puppet dancing on his strings.

“What do you mean?” He wanted to hear her pant and see her body shake, not engage in a conversation. His own needs had brought him to the edge of sanity.

“For one, I have a damn poor view of what she looks like. For number two, I’m not part of the action.”

Taking her at the same time?

“Damn it, enough!” Briant snapped and let her go.

The way she sagged, Levi thought she’d fall, but she managed to get her legs working in time. Instead of sprinting for freedom, she clasped her breasts and stared down at what she could see of his hand still between her legs.

“Don’t stop, please,” she whimpered.

“The hell he won’t!” Grabbing her arms, Briant yanked her around so she faced him. Levi’s fingers slipped out of her. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not going to stand on the sidelines.”

Forcing himself back from the small, naked creature, Levi wiped his fingers on his cock. “Then what’s your damn plan?” he demanded.

Still holding her, Briant looked around. “In the bedroom, all of us.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked Narah.

“Hell yes.”

* * * *

The mattress sagged, and the air smelled musty. At least it was warm, because the door had been left open and this bedroom was closest to the woodstove. Of course, given how Narah had presented herself, maybe Levi wouldn’t have noticed if he’d been standing on ice.

She’d led the way into the bedroom—sprinted, actually. After sitting on the bed, she’d placed her hands between her legs with her fingers against her pussy. Just when he wondered if she’d insist on running the show, she looked from him to Briant and then back again.

“What?” Briant asked.

Her sigh and shrug made her breasts lift and settle back down. He looked for signs of the slaps he’d inflicted on them but saw nothing.

“I liked it better earlier when you had hold of me.” She turned her attention to Briant’s cock. “That way, I didn’t have to make any decisions.”

“And you like it like that?” To hell with Briant’s cock. He’d make her fall in lust with his. Worship and live for it. Take her down until only sex mattered to her—and to him. “Someone else in charge.”

She licked her lips. Her fingers went to work stroking her labia. “I never thought I’d say that, but I loved it. Feeling helpless…” She started to scoot backward on the bed, only to reverse direction until her legs dangled off the side, her feet just touching the worn carpet.

His. With no existence beyond pleasuring him.

“Helplessness is right for you.” Much as he wanted to give his erection the attention it demanded, Levi needed to concentrate. “Because I need to be in control.”
I
will
be in control.
He jerked his head at her crotch. “How about you, partner? Did holding on to her do some interesting things for you?”

Briant laughed and took a step toward the naked woman. She held her ground. “More than interesting. I damn near came, imagining tying her down and taking her each and every way I want.”

On her belly with her arms stretched over her head and secured. Knees against the mattress, so her buttocks stuck up in the air. Thighs, knees, calves, and ankles tied in place, immobilizing her. Her pussy dripping. Briant and him, flipping a coin to see who got her first. Taking aim and—

“Shit.”

“What?” the others asked.