“Sorry, Sir.”

  “That’s better. Now take off the shorts and your panties.”

  She removed the rest of her clothes, and Cameron told her to sit up again. Once she did, he tied her wrists behind her back. It felt like he’d merely clipped the leather cuffs together because her wrists were more tightly bound than usual.

  “Come with me.” He helped her off the bed and waited until she was steady on her feet, then walked her over to the wall where he had a spanking bench, among other things, set up. Her entire body tingled in anticipation as he helped her lie over it. Cuffs were fastened to each ankle, and one of the men tapped the insides of her calves with the toe of his shoe. That was her signal to spread her legs, and she did.

  Once her ankles were secured to the bench, hands caressed her ass cheeks, lower back, and pussy. She moaned loudly when one of them reached under to play with her nipples. A blindfold was placed around her head. They loved to blindfold her and then not speak unless it was necessary during play because they didn’t want her knowing who was doing what.

  At first it had made her apprehensive, which was why they’d kept doing it. They’d used it to help build her confidence, and it had worked. Now, she enjoyed it because it was so damn sexy not to know who was where and what he was going to do. The uncertainty and anticipation increased her arousal to crazy heights and enhanced everything they did to her.

  Something snappy and stinging struck both ass cheeks at the same time. It had to be the strap, but she didn’t know who was hitting her. She could only tell which man was doing the spanking when they used a flogger because Storm had a very distinctive throw as compared to Cameron’s. The strap struck her five times, hard, and then a tongue licked each ass cheek, coming very close to the actual opening to her anus, and then down over her soaking-wet pussy. He did this over and over again, stopping short of her clit each time.

  Olivia cried out in pleasure and tried to make herself come by contracting her Kegel muscles. Sometimes she came close to doing so, but usually she needed one of them to touch her clit before she came. When the strap hit her again, he meant business. It burned like crazy, but the pain mixed with pleasure, and she floated away to that peaceful place she loved so much.

  When she’d described it once for them, they’d told her it was called subspace. She didn’t know or care what it was called. She only knew that when she experienced it, they could spank or flog or paddle her for longer periods of time before the pain came close to her limits. That made them all happy, since both men loved to punish her ass.

  Someone teased her nipples, and Olivia’s cries turned to whimpers and moans as her orgasm inched closer. She heard movement and the next thing to strike her ass was a flogger, and Storm was throwing it. Since she knew who it was, she also knew what to expect, and she groaned with need. Storm struck her ass cheeks at least a dozen times, and Olivia’s legs were now shaking.

  She was untied from the bench and moved against the padded cross on the wall. They tied her in an X, facing them, and she heard rustling, which most likely meant they’d finally undressed. It was so sexy when she wasn’t blindfolded to watch them still clothed when she was naked as a jaybird.

  Once again, she didn’t need to guess who was still throwing the flogger. This was Storm’s favorite thing to do, and Olivia loved it. He flogged her breasts, causing her to cry out sharply as the tails stung her sensitive nipples. Then he moved to her pussy.

  Olivia screamed and tossed her head back and forth as the leather stung her clit. She’d come once while he’d been doing this, and she hoped she would again today. Hands were on her breasts, kneading them and teasing the nipples. That had to be Cameron because Storm was still punishing her pussy.

  When he stopped and began to suck her clit, Cameron kept his hands on her breasts, teasing her into ecstasy. Olivia exploded in one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. Tears soaked the blindfold and leaked out from under it to run down her cheeks. She screamed until her throat was raw, and still it wasn’t over.

  Someone held a straw to her lips, and she drank. They untied her, and she thought they’d put her back over the bench but instead they turned her around and tied her in an X the other way, so that her ass was now facing them.

  Lube was rubbed into her anus, and something that felt like a butt plug was inserted. They’d used them before, and Olivia liked them, but now that she’d had their dicks inside there, she wanted that again. Would they do that later? She hoped so.

  The wooden paddle struck her cheeks, and she squirmed against her bonds. It was her least favorite toy because it jarred her very bones, but she accepted it because she knew it was Cameron’s favorite. He never hit her very long with it, but this time Olivia actually didn’t mind because she was pressed up against the soft pad of the cross as opposed to being draped over the bench, and each hit pushed her throbbing clit against the pads.

  When he stopped, hands caressed her ass cheeks again. The butt plug was gently pulled out, and lubed-up fingers were inserted. She sighed in pleasure as a finger was pushed into her pussy at the same time. Someone kissed her neck, and it sent shivers up and down her spine. It was fun accepting impact play from them, but when they touched her and kissed her, it sent her mind racing to dark, decadent places like nothing else did.

  When she was close to another orgasm again, her cries and whimpers turned to pleas, begging them to let her come again. Instead, Cameron began to flog her. She groaned out loud in frustration and heard Storm’s soft chuckle. They knew when she needed to come, and they prolonged it on purpose. It was part of the fun, and although Olivia reveled in it, it also made her crazy with need.

  Her ass cheeks were seriously on fire now. She tried to remember if Cameron had taken anything else out of his toy chest, but couldn’t. Her brain was mush. Her emotions were raw and she just wanted their cocks inside her.

  She was nearing her limits when he finally stopped. Her hair hung damp against her face and sweat dripped under the blindfold and against her closed eyelids. She was given water again, and unbound from the cross. Hands massaged her wrists and ankles, but still neither man had said a word. They led her to the bed and helped her crawl on top of it.

  One of them pulled her on top of him, and her wrists were once again fastened behind her back. From the smell of his cologne, she knew it was Storm on whom she lay. Hands caressed her from above and below. Someone kissed her neck the way she loved, biting it gently as he worked his way down to her middle back, her lower back, and finally her ass cheeks.

  She was lifted to a kneeling position, now straddling Storm, and then she heard condom wrappers. One of them lifted her by the waist and lowered her pussy onto Storm’s sheathed cock. Olivia sighed in pure bliss as she was then lowered over his torso so that she lay prone against him. When he started to thrust, she turned her head to the side and cried out as her throbbing clit was massaged with each movement.

  As her climax built again, her ass cheeks were spread and fingers covered in lube were inserted into her anus. She tensed for a second, wondering if he was going to put his dick in there.

  “Try to relax, love.” That was Cameron’s voice behind her. “I promise you we’ll be very careful.” He sounded almost reverent, and so much emotion washed over Olivia that she had to bite her tongue to keep the words from falling off it. The love she felt for both men rose up and spilled over, sending wave after wave of passion racing through her body. Anything. She’d give them anything they wanted.

  Beneath her, Storm stopped thrusting for a moment while Cameron slid his dick slowly and gently into her asshole. It burned for a second, but then Olivia grew used to it and exhaled as the delicious feeling of fullness descended over her. When he began to move, she cried out in surprise and pleasure. Storm’s cock began to move as well, and Olivia was unable to keep up with the competing sensations. Both holes filled at once was unlike anything she’d experienced to date. Did it feel that good for them as well? She hoped it did.

  Each thrust massaged her clit, and when the orgasm crashed over her, she screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore. She’d never felt anything like it. She swore that even her fingers and toes hummed and contracted. The men pulled out, and she heard Cameron remove his condom and put on a new one.

  She was lifted off Storm, laid prone against Cameron, and then his dick was inside her pussy. Behind her, Storm filled her asshole with more lube and then slid his cock inside. They thrust together again, and Olivia could hardly breathe. It felt so damn good she couldn’t imagine how she wouldn’t be begging them for this every night from now on.

  When they both pulled out, her pussy and her asshole were as sore as her ass cheeks. Storm took off the blindfold and asked if she needed to use the bathroom. She did, but that hadn’t been on her mind. She thanked him, took care of what she needed to do in a hurry, and then came back into Cameron’s room and knelt, as she’d been taught to do.

  Cameron caressed her cheek and lifted her chin to meet his eyes. Her gaze first fell on his erect cock, and then she glanced at Storm. He was still rock hard as well. It always amazed her how these two could stay aroused for so long, and under such exciting circumstances.

  “Are you staring at my dick?”

  Olivia tried not to giggle, but honestly, how could she help it? She was on her knees, and in order to look at his gorgeous face, of course her gaze would have to travel past his cock. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Get up and come over here, Olivia.”

  The tone of his voice sent fresh shivers through her body. He led her to what she called the curved bench, and she refrained from clapping her hands. She loved this apparatus because she knew what her Doms loved to do to her when she was tied up on it.

  Her wrists were cuffed and then fastened to the bench overhead, with her arms spread apart. Then the same thing was done to her ankles and legs. The bench was curved in a way that forced her hips forward, so the entire front of her body was exposed to them, and her pussy was spread open.

  “Do you want the blindfold back on?” asked Cameron.

  “It’s up to you, Sir.”

  He chuckled softly. “Olivia, I take back what I said about you getting mouthy. You’ve behaved so perfectly this morning that I almost regret paddling you. Almost.” He winked and she sighed. They were both so perfect. It was more than every fantasy she’d ever had, rolled into one, sprinkled with fairy dust and dipped in chocolate and strawberry sauce.

  Cameron cut his gaze to Storm. “What do you think?”

  “Let’s leave it off. I want to watch her face when she comes again.”

  Olivia moaned as Storm straddled her and teased her lips with the slick head of his cock. She knew better than to open her mouth before he gave her permission to, but it was killing her not to taste his dick. When Cameron put on a condom and stepped between her legs, she moaned, pressing her lips together.

  Storm laughed softly and caressed her cheek. “Okay, hon. Go ahead and suck it.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. As she took Storm’s thick cock into her mouth, Cameron slid his dick into her pussy. It was still swollen from earlier, but it felt so damn good Olivia didn’t care. She alternated licking Storm’s dick when he told her to and wrapping her lips tightly around it so that he could fuck her mouth.

  Cameron fucked her pussy fast and hard. Both men were grunting and breathing hard now, and Olivia was about to come again. When they pulled out, she caught her breath while Storm put on a condom and Cameron took his off and then straddled her.

  He gazed down into her eyes with so much emotion that Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. Her earlier thoughts tried to creep in, but she pushed them aside. She wanted nothing to break this spell.

  “I’m going to come in your mouth, love.”

  She nodded, because there were simply no words right now. He could come in her mouth, in her hair, on her breasts, or any other place he wanted to. So could Storm. As long as they touched her and gazed at her like that, she didn’t care what they did. She loved them both so much and wanted to give her entire being to them.

  Cameron fucked her mouth rough and hard, but Olivia didn’t mind. Storm slid inside her pussy and thrust deep and fast. When he rubbed her clit, the third climax exploded and Olivia could barely keep breathing. He kept going long after her contractions ended, and when he did pull out, she hardly noticed because her mouth was filled with hot, tasty cum from Cameron’s dick.

  She swallowed every drop, and when he finally pulled out, Storm straddled her once again. This time, she didn’t wait for him to give her permission because his dick looked ready to burst. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips tightly around him. It took all of three seconds for him to come in her mouth, and once again she worked hard to swallow all of it.

  They untied her, moved her to the bed, drank some water and made sure she did as well, then took turns cradling her against their hard muscled bodies while stroking her hair and back. Olivia drifted off to sleep, hoping she’d never have to leave this room or their arms again.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Thursday morning, Gina, Annalise, and Olivia met at Olivia’s former apartment above her parents’ garage with the intention of finalizing their plans for launching Giolanna Design Solutions, but they spent the first two hours discussing Bernie and Morgan. If Chad and Sean had found out anything new about Bernie’s connection to Matthew Cale, they weren’t saying. Gina had hit a brick wall when she’d tried to do more digging on her own but had assured Annalise and Olivia that didn’t mean there wasn’t more information out there, somewhere.

  “Chad was at the station all night,” said Annalise. “He and Sean both are putting in tons of overtime on this.”

  “Harrison is working nonstop on it along with them,” said Gina. “Did he tell you he’s taking the test to be a detective next week?”

  Olivia nodded. “He mentioned he’s been thinking about it, but I didn’t realize he’d finally scheduled it.”

  “He might as well,” said Gina. “Sean and Chad went to Dean and asked him to approve another detective on the force, and Dean didn’t even hesitate.”

  “Harrison has always been such a hard worker,” said Olivia. “It’s so weird how things fell into place for him after he was shot. I’m not saying I’m glad that happened to him, but now he works day shift and is home with you more, and it sounds like he’ll end up with a promotion out of all this.”

  Gina smiled. “That would be great for him, but all I care about is that he’s safe.”

  Annalise nodded. “Worrying about that never stops, Gina, no matter what their title. Every time Chad walks out that door to go to work I know I may not see him alive again. It’s part of something you accept after a while when you live with a cop.”

  “And it makes you appreciate them more,” said Gina, nodding. She glanced toward Olivia. “It’s not so different with Storm and Cameron, is it? Both of them could be injured or even killed in a fire.”

  A cold shiver ran through Olivia at Gina’s words, as if the very mention of that had set off a premonition in her. She rose and headed toward the tiny kitchen. “That’s true, Gina. But I try not to think about it. Do either of you want anything?”

  “I’m fine,” said Gina. “Guess we’d better get some work done.”

  “I’m okay too. Olivia, I’m surprised we have this place to ourselves. Didn’t you say Fiona was here just last week?”

  Olivia poured herself a glass of water and drank all of it within seconds. “She finally went back home last night.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. What was wrong with her? Storm and Cameron were fine. Both of them were working from home today, which is why she’d asked Gina and Olivia to come here instead. They needed to finalize these details and get things moving, without the guys distracting them.

  Annalise chuckled. “Your parents certainly are understanding about Fiona. Mine would never have let me get away with that shit.”

  Olivia forced herself to walk back into the room, hoping they wouldn’t see the worry on her face. “My parents try very hard to let us live our own lives, and they don’t ask a lot of questions unless they think we’re in some kind of trouble.”

  Gina cocked a thumb toward the main house. “Are they both at work today?”

  Olivia nodded. “Yes, but my mom sometimes comes home for lunch, so I thought it would be less distracting for us to work here.” She walked to the front windows that faced the street, and watched a brown sedan cruise by slowly, trying to remember where she’d seen it before. Something about it was very familiar.

  As she walked back toward the table where Gina and Annalise sat, she suddenly recalled where she’d noticed it before. It had been driving slowly past the house two hours ago when she’d gone downstairs to let in Annalise and Gina.

  She knew all her parents’ neighbors and what kind of cars they drove, but just because she’d never seen it on this street before today didn’t mean anything. It was probably someone looking for an address, or maybe the driver simply liked to drive very slow. Chiding herself for acting so paranoid over nothing, Olivia sat down and opened her laptop. “Okay. Let’s get this done, girls.”

  As they worked, Olivia’s mind kept wandering back to the brown sedan. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? Lots of people drove slowly. But how many cruised the same street that way for two hours?

  Olivia rose, using the excuse she had to use the bathroom. What she really did was bypass the bathroom and walk further down the hall into the front bedroom to look out the windows. It was a perfect summer day. The same children that she’d watched grow up during the past few years played in backyards. She caught glimpses of them in between the homes, running and laughing, carefree and happy, the way children should be.

  The maple tree across the street was tall now, but she remembered when their neighbor had first planted it, years ago. It had a low V in the trunk and she and her friends had once tried to climb it, but they’d been yelled at by plenty of adults on their street not to do that. It had never entered their minds to disobey.

 

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