Captivating Her Racy Heroes [Racy Nights 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 7

  When they changed places, Ryder asked her what color she was.

  “Green, Sir,” she whispered. “It’s exquisite. Thank you so much.”

  He caressed her ass cheeks. “No, thank you.” When he began to smack her ass with the paddle, her moans grew loud, especially as Hugh switched to a thin flogger and hit her nipples with it.

  Ryder liked this paddle, and didn’t want to switch, especially since the harder he hit her ass cheeks with it, the more she seemed to enjoy it. He reached underneath and gave her pussy a few good smacks as well, and that produced loud groans of pleasure from her. Oh, this girl was going to be his undoing. He loved it when a sub enjoyed having more than simply her ass hit during impact play.

  By the time Hugh put down the flogger and reached for a leather strap, Ryder was covered in sweat. Hugh was, too, but he also had watched Hugh play enough times to know he wasn’t finished. Ryder was ready to just fuck her again, but since she was having such a great time, who was he to ruin the momentum?

  While Hugh began using the strap on her ass, Ryder combed through the toys, until he spotted a riding crop. He picked it up and smacked it against his palm. Yes. This would do nicely.

  * * * *

  Brynn’s ass was on fire, and her nipples and pussy were close to being so as well, but she loved it. Every single second of it. She hadn’t played with two Doms before, and she’d never had even one treat her so respectfully during impact play. These two would never hurt her. She could trust them implicitly, and she knew that as sure as she knew that the damn leather strap Hugh now wielded hurt like a bugger.

  But when Ryder started smacking her nipples with what felt like a riding crop, she cried out. She’d found a new toy to love and hate at the same time.

  “Was that a safeword?” His voice was a combination of humor and dominance, and her already soaked pussy grew wetter still at the tone in it. She’d give these two anything they wanted tonight. Absolutely anything.

  “No, Sir. I like it, but it really burns.”

  He kissed her nipples, then licked them, while Hugh continued punishing her ass with the leather strap. Brynn moaned loudly and slipped into a peaceful state where pain and pleasure ran together like water colors in the rain. She hadn’t been there in a very long time, and she’d missed it so much.

  Every happy emotion she’d ever felt coalesced into soft light inside her mind. She gave over to it, letting the soothing sensations wash over her. The burning on her ass cheeks, pussy, and nipples became a brighter light that fused with the soft one, until she was floating in a sea of light and colors. Nothing could harm here in this space, and she never wanted to leave it. It pleased them. She knew this. And that was where she wanted to stay.

  It took a while for her to realize that both men had stopped hitting her, but even that realization only partly pulled her from the space she’d been in. Their tongues were all over her at once. Her sore ass cheeks, her wet pussy, and her sensitive nipples. They kissed her neck and the backs of her thighs, and then she heard the sound of condom wrappers opening, and that finally snapped her back to the present.

  Ryder’s breath was warm against her ear. “We’d love to fuck you in the ass. What do you say? We’d use condoms for this, of course. And plenty of lube.”

  “Right here on the bench, Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh…how decadent and dirty. I love it. Yes, please. Please, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  Oh, that did it. She melted at those words. She always had. And this time, since they’d been spoken so gently and after such delicious play, her heart fluttered and she had to blink back tears. Why couldn’t she have met these two instead all those years ago?

  A warm, wet finger slipped into her asshole, stretching the tight walls and sending shivers up and down her spine. When another one slipped into her pussy, she cried out in pleasure. She wasn’t entirely sure which man was behind her, easing his dick into her ass, but she didn’t care. The other one played with her clit, and both men whispered words of encouragement, and told her how beautiful and special she was.

  No one had ever taken such care with her or shown her such gentle respect, while still giving her the pain she craved. These two were a gift. An amazing gift she’d been blessed to run into. And to think it had all begun with her falling on her ass in a grease spot. She must remember to thank Nan and Charlie.

  Chapter Nine

  Brynn relaxed every muscle she could so that she’d enjoy the ass fucking. Their cocks were big, but they’d used so much lube that it only burned at first. Once she grew used to their size, and the way it felt when they’d switch, she loved it. They continued to pay attention to her clit and her nipples, and consequently it didn’t take long for another climax to wash over her.

  Was this three now, or four? And did it really matter? She’d stay here all night, tied to this bench, letting them fuck her if that’s what they wanted. She never wanted this to end. Reality could go fuck itself.

  When they finally stopped, they untied her and Hugh picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. They’d removed their condoms, and they took turns gently holding her and whispering how amazing that had been. She knew they hadn’t come yet, so was hoping they weren’t done.

  Ryder rolled on top of her, grinning in a way that made her pussy wet all over again. “Ever had two cocks in you at once?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “Want to try? We’re talking about your pussy and your mouth. We don’t want to hurt you, and you took a lot of anal just now.”

  Had she? She must really be out of it not to think it had been a lot. “That sounds wonderful, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Ryder sat back on his heels and scooted closer to her face until his swollen, red cock was inches from it. She reached for it, but he caught her wrists in one strong hand, sending shivers up and down her spine. “We’d like your arms restrained for this, but only if you’re all right with that.”

  “More than all right, Sir.” She loved the idea of being totally at their mercy for a blow job. She wanted to please them, and she wanted to give them everything they wanted tonight. Hugh brought over leather bondage cuffs and slipped them around her wrists, then clipped them together. She raised her arms over her head and smiled at Ryder.

  He moved his dick to her mouth and held her head still with a hand on each side while he fucked her slowly at first, sliding only a few inches inside, and then more as she grew used to it and relaxed her throat muscles.

  Between her legs, Hugh brushed fingers along her pussy lips and clit, and then he slid his cock inside. Brynn moaned deep in her throat. The combination was intoxicating, and she couldn’t imagine how sex in just one hole again would ever satisfy her.

  The guys changed places a couple of times, and when they each finally came, they did so with one kneeling on one side of her and one on the other, and aimed their cum at her breasts. It was so damn sexy that her pussy contracted again in a mini orgasm. They grinned like fools but she loved it, and laughed in delight.

  They uncuffed her wrists, then Ryder gave her a smack on her ass as she scooted off the bed to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she snuggled against Hugh’s body behind her, and grasped Ryder’s hand in front. She smiled at him, lost once again in his deep blue eyes, and then closed her own and drifted off to sleep, happier than she’d ever been.

  * * * *

  When Brynn woke, she heard someone whistling the theme from “Mister Ed,” and she smelled eggs, cheese, and coffee. She crawled out of bed and glanced around for her clothes, finally spotting them. She put on her jeans and sweatshirt, but decided not to bother with the underwear. If she was going to spend the day with them, she’d need to run home to shower and put on fresh clothes. She found them both down in the kitchen, and it looked as though they’d both recently showered.

  Ryder smiled. “There she is. You were sleeping so soundly we didn’t want to wake you, but I was just about to come up
and get you. Hugh has made us a feast for breakfast.”

  She slid onto the stool next to Ryder, and he planted a hot kiss on her lips. “Thank you so much for the food and coffee, but you’re both clean. I feel like a skank.”

  Ryder laughed, then nuzzled her neck as Hugh spooned what looked like scrambled eggs mixed with cheese and scallions onto plates. “Don’t be silly. I love the way you smell.”

  Hugh nodded toward the counter. “Help yourself to coffee. We’ll run you home after breakfast if you want so you can shower and do whatever you need to do. We were hoping you could spend the day with us.”

  She slid off the stool and poured herself a cup. “I would love to do that. I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow morning, when I get to work in a cramped trailer with Claude. He’s been doing all the hiring himself, and his files are a mess.” She took her place again next to Ryder. “It’ll take me until the store opens in three weeks just to straighten them out and organize them.”

  “That’s probably why he hired you,” said Hugh, winking at her. He placed a plate in front of her, and then one in front of Ryder. “Dig in. I hope you like this. It’s my own concoction.”

  “What’s in them?”

  “Don’t ask,” said Ryder, shoving a forkful into his mouth. “Just enjoy it.”

  She laughed at the gesture, then cut her gaze toward Hugh. “I take it he likes your cooking?”

  “He can’t even boil water. He’ll eat anything that someone else makes for him.”

  Ryder shot him a droll look, and Brynn tasted the eggs. “Oh, wow. Delicious. Cheddar cheese, sour cream, and scallions. What else?”

  “Chives, sage, salt and pepper. I’m glad you like them.”

  After they ate, she wrapped her hands around the coffee mug and told them both again how much last night had meant to her. “I’ve never done that. I mean have sex with two men I just met. And I’ve never had sex with two men at once.”

  “We haven’t done that either,” said Hugh, rising to gather the dishes. “The pleasure was all ours, I assure you.”

  “Let me help you with those.”

  Ryder placed a hand on her arm and shook his head. “He gets off on playing domestic goddess. Just let him go.”

  She giggled at his word choice, and Hugh shot him a dirty look. “Nice. Thanks.”

  “She knows what I meant, right?”

  “Yes, I know what you mean. It’s so cool to watch you two tease each other. I love it that you’re such good friends.”

  Ryder frowned slightly. “I don’t imagine you saw a lot of that when you knew Sean and Maddox in Chicago.”

  “No, I didn’t. Do you suppose we’ll hear from him today?”

  Hugh rinsed the dishes and then stacked them in the dishwasher. “I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up by now. Sean keeps odd hours.”

  Hugh’s cell phone rang, as if on cue, and both men stared at it with bemused looks on their faces. Hugh chuckled softly under his breath, dried his hands, and answered it. “Yeah. No, that should be fine.” He eyed her. “Brynn is still here. Come on over when you’re done.”

  She jumped off the stool. “Ah…do I have time to take a shower first?”

  “Yes. He said he’d be here in about an hour. Do you want to take one here?”

  “I don’t have clean clothes with me.”

  Hugh picked up his car keys from the counter. “Let’s go then.”

  Her apartment was only five minutes away, and while they waited in the living room, she took the quickest shower possible, then put on a pair of Capri pants and a summer top. The day promised to be warm. She also put on cute sandals because they’d said she was spending the day with them, and she wanted to look nice. When she emerged, they both whistled, and she laughed. “You two make me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. Thank you.”

  “You are,” said Ryder. “I wish we didn’t have to go back and wait for Sean. I’d rather hang out here with you for a while.”

  “Yeah. It was hard for us to listen to that shower and not join you in there.”

  She sauntered toward them and sat on Hugh’s lap, ruffling his hair. “Well, maybe we can all do that later? Take a shower together?”

  “Oh, I like her,” said Ryder, brushing a hand over her left breast. “She thinks like we do.”

  Brynn shivered at his touch.

  “We’d better get back,” said Hugh, “or we’ll miss Sean. I want to hear what he has to say. I’m hoping it will mean all this is now behind us.”

  She slid off his lap. “I hope so, too.”

  Hugh kissed her quickly, and then they went downstairs to his car. When they arrived at his house, Sean was in his police cruiser, parked by the gate. He drove in behind Hugh, and then once they all exited their cars and walked toward the back door, Brynn avoided making eye contact with him. She’d have to eventually, but right now she wanted to savor the memories of last night a few more seconds without having to deal with whatever Sean was here to say.

  They all took a seat in the kitchen at the table. Hugh sat next to her, Ryder across from her, and Sean took the seat across from Hugh. He placed the manila folder he’d been carrying on the table and opened it. “This is a copy of the arrest report for Eddie Van Buren ten years ago in Chicago. I called in a favor last night and had it faxed over.”

  He slid it across the table toward Hugh. “Long story made short, they only held him forty-eight hours, and that was after they interviewed as many people as they could track down who had heard the threats he’d made.”

  Sean looked her directly in the eyes. She tried to interpret the look in his, but years of cop training and him being a Dom as well hid any meaning in them from her, so she had no choice but to wait for him to continue.

  “Yes, I was there that night. I know you remember that, and I remember you being there as well.” His voice was soft and held no trace of the anger she’d heard in the diner the day before. “And I told the cops I heard Eddie threaten Zakia. But what I also remember is the fact that Eddie threatened subs routinely, including Zakia.”

  He sighed. “I wish things had turned out differently. And I don’t know for certain that the cops made the right call back then. But my hands were tied. I couldn’t intervene because if I’d outed myself, I’d have lost my job. It’s different here than it is in most places.”

  Sean tapped the papers inside the folder. “Dean Ramsey, our chief, doesn’t give a shit what any of us do on our own time as long as we do our jobs, and as long as our personal lives don’t interfere with those jobs. But it wasn’t like that in Chicago ten years ago. It’s not like that there now. I couldn’t expose the fact that I knew Eddie from various clubs. The cop I reached out to in the precinct where he was arrested was in the lifestyle, so I was able to tell him what I’d heard that night, but I wouldn’t have been able to testify to that in court.”

  Hugh nodded, sliding the folder toward Ryder. “You would have had to out yourself if you’d done that.”

  Sean nodded. “Exactly. And honestly? I don’t think it would have made a difference even if I’d done so. As I said, Eddie threatened everyone all the time. I’m not saying I wish we had taken that particular threat seriously, but if you read this, you’ll see that the cops didn’t do anything they shouldn’t have done. They didn’t make any glaring mistakes. They may have allowed the fact that Eddie and Zakia were in the lifestyle to cloud their judgment, but the physical evidence is still the same. She had too much Xanax and alcohol on board. She had bruises from kinky sex all over her body in various stages of healing. The witnesses who didn’t have to hide their lifestyle all told the cops that Zakia played often, and rough. They didn’t have solid evidence of either rape or murder. And the only one making those accusations was Karly, who later recanted her story.”

  Ryder pushed the folder toward her, but Brynn closed it. She didn’t want to read what was in it. She understood what Sean was saying, and she understood that the forensic evidence was what it was. But she knew in
her gut that Eddie had forced Zakia to take extra Xanax, and to drink on top of it. She knew he’d forced her to have sex that night, and she knew he’d choked her until she died. It hadn’t been accidental, and it hadn’t been consensual. But there was no way to prove it, and no one at this table was interested in helping her do that, regardless.

  “Are you all right?” Hugh’s voice was soft, and his touch on her shoulder comforting, but her mind raced with too many unanswered questions.

  “No.” She forced her gaze to meet Sean’s. “Why did Karly hear Zakia scream like that? Why did Eddie crawl out the window? If their play had gotten out of hand and she’d stopped breathing, he should have stayed. He should have called 911.”

  Sean tapped the folder. “Karly recanted her story, Brynn. She said she heard them having sex and then Eddie left. She assumed Zakia was sleeping. She didn’t go into her room for hours.”

  “Why would she do that? Why would she change her story?”

  Sean shrugged. “I don’t know. I never asked her. The cops said she was questioned more than once, and told them she’d been upset and confused at first, and that’s why she’d accused Eddie of rape and murder. They could have arrested her for that. For filing a false report. She took a huge risk in changing her story.”

  “And they believed that? Isn’t it more likely that Eddie got to her and threatened her?”

  “It’s possible, but we can’t prove that. Even if you were to ask Karly now, do you think she’d admit that? Eddie is free, and he has been all these years.”

  Her heart beat so loudly that she was sure everyone in this room could hear it. “Is what Maddox said true? Is he here in Racy?”

  Sean sighed loudly. “I think so, but I don’t know for certain. Maddox told me what he saw, and I believe that he saw Eddie. But I don’t know why he’d be here now, after all this time.”