The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (32 page)

He took his ten strokes as slowly as he could, savoring them, gritting his teeth in places, but adoring that he could make her moan with him. She had a hard time keeping her right leg flat. Her knee wanted to come up. On the third stroke, she stretched up to grip the head rail, needing something to hang onto to keep herself from squirming. Her breasts lifted on her ribcage, her nipples tight with arousal. When Trey saw that, every cell in his body wanted to go at her full speed, to satisfy the desire her squirms signified. If this had been any other night, he’d have pumped at her and pumped at her until they both screamed with climaxes. Ignoring the urge, he pulled out carefully at ten.

Zane had been watching closely. They heard him breathing beside the bed.

As Trey’s butt settled on his shackled ankles and he laid his hands flat atop his thighs, he couldn’t have been more aware that he was chained and cuffed.

Rebecca released the rails and went up on her elbows. Her eyes went to the chains but didn’t stay. At the sight of Trey’s erection, she wet her lips. Her attention redirected his. He felt the swollen organ sticking up like a pole.

“Your skin is so dark,” she murmured, her voice smoky. “The tip of your penis is almost red.”

He couldn’t look. He could barely stand to look at her. Her skin was rosy all over, her every motion sensual.

“I guess you’ll be wanting this,” she said.

She found the quirt among the covers and handed it to Zane. Zane took it, drawing the lash along his palm like she had earlier. In him, the gesture was thoughtful and not teasing.

“I have a proposition for the prisoner,” he said, as if he wasn’t sure of it.

“What—” Trey’s throat was rusty so he cleared it. “What are you proposing?”

“I could—” Zane looked down, and Trey’s pulse galloped at his hesitation. His next words came out lower. “I could whip you while you’re inside her. I’d like to watch you try to hold off.”

Trey wanted to bargain for more, wanted Zane fucking him as his reward if he succeeded. Zane was generally more concerned with pleasing Trey than himself when they played these games. For him to make a request was unusual. Trey couldn’t open his mouth to ask for his desire. When you knew a friend was uncomfortable, you didn’t purposefully push him farther than he wanted to go.

“You could have her after,” Zane said. “With the chains still on and her under you. Your alluring captor, helpless to get away. Assuming that appeals to her, of course.”

“No need to worry about me,” Rebecca said with a breathless laugh. “I seem to like everything you do.”

“Ten lashes?” Trey asked, as if this were the crucial negotiating point.

“Ten lashes,” Zane confirmed.

~

Rebecca hadn’t known she’d get so caught up in this. Her arms trembled as she grabbed two of the chains above Trey’s head. The links were large enough to work her fingers through. Up on his shins again, Trey supported her bottom in his shackled hands. The cuffs were lined to prevent injury, but like the chain, they were heavy. Their hard presence under her was welcome. She had to squeeze Trey’s sides with her thighs—without blocking him to the whip. The difference in their heights meant her knees didn’t rest on the mattress.

Trey shifted her until his extraordinarily erect penis parted her labia.

“Ready?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.

“If you are.”

She guessed he was. Slowly, he lowered her weight onto him. She moaned with pleasure as his length filled her. Ten strokes hadn’t been enough for her.

Trey gave a little grunt when she settled as far as she could go. Her body swung slightly from her hold on the chains.

A sense of wonder overtook her. “Are you really my prisoner?”

Trey’s smile was soft. “I am, Rebecca. Now and forever.”

She bit her lip, liking his promise more than could be smart. With a shiver-inducing growl, Trey leaned forward and nipped her mouth.

A whistle split the air, followed by a sharp crack. Trey jerked, his cock jolted deeper into her. Zane had given him his first lash.

“No kissing your mistress yet,” he said.

Startled, Trey began to turn his head.

“Don’t look at me,” Zane ordered, a second lash finding Trey’s backside. “You keep your eyes on her. Don’t close them either. Your reactions are for her to enjoy.”

She would have felt guilty for enjoying them if Trey hadn’t so clearly liked the harsh treatment. A low noise broke in his chest, his cock throbbing inside her. It throbbed harder when Zane struck him a third time.

Sweat broke out on Trey’s face. His fingers tightened on her butt, causing the edges of the shackles to dig into her. The metal wasn’t as cold as it had started out. His heat was warming it.

“No thrusting,” Zane demanded, laying four and five across his ass.

Rebecca felt the air displace for these strokes, though the leather hadn’t once touched her thighs. Zane had practice at this, all right.

“I’m not thrusting, sir,” Trey protested, his pelvis jammed into her with all his strength.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Zane cupped Trey’s presumably burning cheeks. “I say I saw you move. I say these muscles clenched.”

“Just to get deeper, sir.”

Zane leaned toward them, his lips an inch away from Trey’s ear. “You like being inside your mistress, prisoner? You like all that heat and snugness around you?”

“Yes . . . sir,” Trey managed to pant out.

He jumped suddenly. Rebecca suspected Zane had just pinched his rear.

“You have five more lashes to go, and I’m not sure you’re worthy. I’m not sure you can last long enough to serve your mistress as she deserves.” Zane’s arm moved, his palm circling their slave’s butt. “She seems to think your balls have been neglected. Perhaps I’ll see to them now.”

Trey sucked in air as Zane’s hand found them. Whatever he was doing felt good to Trey.

“Please,” he moaned, straining and squirming inside her.

“Please more?” Zane mocked, doing whatever it was again. “Or please stop before I make you come?”

Unable to answer, Trey bit his lip hard enough to turn it white.

Zane released him. “Your unworthy ass has had enough. You’ll take the next five across your back.”

He returned to the foot rail, drawing the short lash along his hand. Rebecca could see him now without turning, but he wasn’t focused on her. The bulge at his crotch was huge, lines of sweat rolling through the golden hair on his bare chest. His big taut body was beautiful, his expression utterly determined. She was afraid and excited at the same time.

As if Trey knew Zane was readying himself, he clamped her bottom tighter and rested his brow on hers. Zane filled his lungs with air.

Sound burst from both men in tandem as the sixth lash fell.

“
Unh
,” Trey grunted for the seventh, hips twisting desperately against her.

Rebecca’s nipples turned to stone for the eighth.

“God,” Trey gasped as her sex melted around him.

“You don’t go until I say,” Zane snarled. “You don’t fuck her until I say the word.”

“Yes . . . sir,” Trey agreed.

He gave Trey nine, and Trey’s head snapped back in reaction. She knew most of that reaction was pleasure. His cock had swollen even more inside her. Trey forced his gaze to hers again. His eyes were blazing, tiny tremors making his skin twitch. They were so close she could have counted his eyelashes as easily as his heartbeats. What he saw in her eyes, she didn’t know. She felt as intimately connected to him as a person could be. How much he wanted what was happening seemed profound.

Zane brought the quirt down for the tenth time.

“Not yet,” he barked when Trey began to lift her up his cock to stroke.

“I want her,” Trey said.

“You’ll wait,” Zane answered, his voice unrecognizable. “You’ll fucking wait for me.”

Rebecca and Trey’s eyes had a second to widen. Then Zane was climbing onto the narrow bed behind Trey. A catch popped and his zipper whined downward. His hot hands covered Rebecca’s where they still clenched the chains.

“Let go,” he ordered her like Doom itself.

Rebecca couldn’t disobey him. She was mastered. She let go reflexively.

He pushed Trey forward and she tumbled onto her back with the shackled man on top of her. The four lengths of chain were slack enough to allow this, though the metal clashed crazily. Trey was still inside her, but not moving. Maybe he wouldn’t until Zane told him to. Maybe he was mastered too. Zane stretched over them both to dig in the supply drawer.

“Jesus,” Trey breathed as Zane’s hand emerged with a container of KY.

Zane cursed as he fumbled with the top. They heard a squirt and a slap as he rubbed the slippery stuff on his cock. Lubed all the way up and down, he kicked Trey’s knees wider. Then he moved into position behind him. Zane’s face was a picture she wouldn’t soon forget: flushed, tense, as if he had to do this or die.

Rebecca’s sheath tightened on Trey without her willing it.

“Fuck,” Trey gasped, pelvis twisting at how good the contraction felt. “Please don’t do that. I’m about to—”

And then Zane shoved into him.

Trey’s head went back the same as it had for the ninth lash, his mouth stretched open with shocked bliss. Zane pulled back and heaved again. Pushed farther by the thrust, Trey’s cock seemed to knock her womb.

“Now,” Zane said, guttural and urgent. “Now you can fuck Rebecca.”

Trey cried out, using his muscle power to shove back toward Zane. “Not so hard,” he panted. “Between the two of us, we’ll hurt her.”

Zane growled in frustration but not protest.

The last thing she expected happened.

“Follow my lead,” Trey said, apparently still in charge of himself. “I can feel how she’s responding.”

The men took a couple thrusts to coordinate but then they went like a well-oiled machine—or as well oiled as cocks so close to exploding would let them be.

She was glad they were being careful. Their combined strength could have bruised her. As it was, their combined energy—their huffs and groans and sweaty bunched muscles—drove her excitement to heights she hadn’t known it could reach. She wasn’t able to hold back her responses. Moaning with pleasure, she gripped Trey’s side and Zane’s arm and prayed the little iron bed would survive the beating it was taking.

Trey made a noise as Zane thumped something good inside him.

“Fuck,” Trey said, shoulders hunched, head dropping to her shoulder. “
Unh
. Yes. Keep fucking me right
there
.”

Zane clamped his fingers around Trey’s hip to continue pummeling him at the same angle. His eyes were screwed shut, and a vein stood out at his temple. Trey found a sweet spot in her and blotted out the image.

Her spine arched off the bed, despite the men’s weight on her. Trey grunted at the strength of her contractions on his cock. She couldn’t stop them. She needed to work against his thickness like she needed to gasp for breath. Just when she thought the pleasure couldn’t get more intense, someone’s thumb compressed her clit and rubbed.

She keened, fingernails scoring skin.

The men sped up at her cry, maybe too excited not to, maybe greedy to join her. The effect of their acceleration was inevitable. Zane hissed, big body locking as he lost it and shot his climax into Trey. Trey’s chest arched back from her. His expression was ecstatic. He was almost there, straining to go over even as he tried to hang on. With the last of her brainpower, she remembered a trick Zane had shared with her, one he said Trey especially got off on. She slid her hands up his heaving ribs . . .

And yanked off both nipple clamps.

Trey cried out at the sudden pain, cock jamming deep into her to spill.

“Christ,” he gasped. His prick throbbed hard, shooting everything he had with abandon.

Neither man collapsed, but they probably wanted to. Thanks to the domed room’s acoustics, it sounded like a dozen people were panting inside it.

“Whew,” Rebecca said once she had sufficient breath. “I guess that screw we had left over wasn’t important.”

“What screw?” Trey asked hoarsely. A drop of sweat plopped from him onto her belly.

“From putting the bed together. Zane and I had one left over when we were done.”

Trey chuckled, then sucked a breath as Zane pulled out of him without warning.

“Sorry,” he said, staggering off the bed with one hand on the foot rail to support him.

In less of a hurry, Trey withdrew from her with a groan. He sat up in the clear spot between her legs. She didn’t know where the men found the strength to move. To give himself more room, Trey pulled her right calf across his lap. He stroked it and her foot as he watched Zane zip up.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Of course I am,” Zane said. “That was incredible.”

He wasn’t telling the whole truth. Though he was smiling, the creases around his eyes seemed strained. Rebecca guessed he hadn’t meant to take Trey while Trey took her. He’d been swept up in the overwhelming heat of the moment—and now that heat was over.

She had no doubt Trey saw this as clearly as she did.

Discovering she could sit up after all, she laid her cheek on Trey’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she said to both of them.

“Thank
you
,” Trey corrected. “That was a great surprise.”

Rebecca rubbed his chest, suspecting he could use the comfort. For a while there, he’d had everything he wanted.

~

You’re not going to run
, Zane ordered himself.
You’re not going to be surly. You don’t want to hurt Trey that way
.

He rescued his shirt from the playroom floor but didn’t put it on. God, he’d come hard. His cock was limp from it—and from going at Trey like a jackhammer. He’d loved knowing Trey was inside Rebecca, loved that each thrust into Trey’s ass pushed his friend’s cock harder into her. Rebecca couldn’t have missed what fucking Trey did to him, how excited he got, how he couldn’t have stopped what he was doing for anything. She’d gotten off on it. He shouldn’t be embarrassed.

Zane needed to purge his bastard father’s pronouncements on “real men” from his brain. So what if he wanted to lay his lips on Trey’s that second? So what if he loved touching him as much as he loved touching Rebecca?