That didn’t mean she had to go along with their truce, and before she could stop herself, she replied, “I’m fine, thank you. Rumor has it you and your friends are always around when a woman finds herself in trouble.”

  And there it was, that flash of menace in his brown eyes she could’ve sworn she saw earlier. He masked it so fast, she had to blink a few times, but the way he tightened his grip on her arms confirmed she hadn’t imagined that look. “Let go of me,” she demanded, managing to keep her voice cool and controlled even though she was shaking inside.

  “Sorry.” He released her immediately and stepped back, contrition written all over his face. “You took me by surprise. I haven’t heard that rumor and usually I hear them all when I’m here.” Shrugging, a rueful grin tugging at his mouth that didn’t fool her for a second, he added, “Just bad luck, being in the wrong place at the right time, I guess. Enjoy the party.” He flipped her a two-finger, egotistical salute and look before turning toward the door, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

  Leaning against the wall, Alena breathed a sigh of relief when he slipped outside. God, whatever had possessed her to say something so revealing? The guys would take a switch to her for sure if they knew she had provoked him. She hadn’t meant to, but that smug look on his face got to her, especially when she pictured him peering at Ashley that way. After getting herself under control, she opened the side door and noticed Randy and Nash conversing with a group around the fire pit that included both Kevin and Bryan. Realizing this was an opportunity they may not get again tonight, she shut the door and followed the short hall out into the great room, ignoring the immediate spasm of guilt over breaking her promise. Her sister had to come first.

  Two couples were so thoroughly engrossed in fucking, one on the long sectional and the other on the floor, she had no trouble skipping up the wide staircase unnoticed. The second floor took her by surprise as the two rooms with the doors open held nothing but padded benches and a double bed. There were distinct sounds of leather slapping bare flesh and soft cries of either pleasure or pain emitting from behind the closed doors of the other two rooms and the bathroom was empty. Surmising the staircase at the end of the hall led to Kevin’s and Bryan’s private quarters, she quickly dashed up them before she could change her mind. As astute as the guys were, it wouldn’t take them long to come looking for her.

  Luck was with her when the first bedroom proved to be Kevin’s, if the University t-shirt tossed on the bed and college texts piled on the desk were any indication. Having no idea what to look for, she did a quick visual check then rummaged through a few dresser drawers before a door shutting too close for comfort scared her into peeking out into the hall. An eerie feeling of eyes on her brought on a shiver from a sudden chill. After checking the hall for anyone else lurking, she ran to the staircase and hastened down to the second floor only to come to an abrupt halt at the bottom step.

  “What the hell are you doing up here?” Bryan demanded, his eyes glaring daggers at her, his big hands fisted on his hips.

  Alena darted her eyes away from that look, noticed the second floor bathroom door was closed and thought fast. Nodding to the door, she said, “I was looking for another restroom. I really had to go.”

  That excuse failed to placate him. “Guests aren’t allowed up here without their escorts, and no one is allowed on the third floor, not for any reason. I know Randy told you the rules before bringing you here.”

  “I did. What’s going on?”

  Shit, what the hell had she gotten herself and them into?

  The guilty look on Alena’s face didn’t bode well for her, and Randy feared she would have to bear the brunt of the consequences for whatever she had done.

  “Says she went up to the third floor looking for an unoccupied bathroom. You know my rules, Randy.”

  “Yeah, I do. Alena, I did warn you there’d be consequences you won’t like if you didn’t follow the guidelines I gave you.” Turning to Bryan, he stated with forceful purpose, “Keep in mind she’s new to all of this or you’ll force me to step in.”

  Alena wondered at the quick grin Bryan gave Randy as he said, “It’s like that, is it?”

  “Just remember.”

  Nodding, his stern look reappeared when Bryan faced her again. “Six swats with my paddle. Downstairs, now.”

  Alena gaped at his retreating figure as he took the stairs before turning her astonishment on Randy. “If you think…”

  “What I think,” he bit out in an angry whisper, stepping up to her and snatching her clammy hand, “is you lied just then and this is all your fault. You went snooping, didn’t you?”

  “I had to. You two were busy gabbing and almost everyone was outside. What was I supposed to do, let a perfect opportunity slide?” she hissed as he led her to the stairs.

  “Yes, because, as it turned out, it wasn’t so perfect, now was it?”

  Jerking to a stop halfway down when she noticed there were a lot more people inside now than when she had come upstairs, she tried to find a way out of her predicament. “Why can’t you punish me?”

  He heard the shame in her whispered voice, and the fear even though she’d never show either one. Randy hated she had put him in the position of having to let Bryan punish her. Some women didn’t have a problem with someone other than their significant other reddening their asses, but he suspected Alena still struggled with coming to terms with her submissive nature, that it took her by surprise, as did her desire for both him and Nash. With a sigh of regret, he squeezed her hand and told her the truth.

  “I’d give anything to spare you this, baby, but the only way to do that is to leave, and that would make Bryan suspicious enough he wouldn’t let you, me, or Nash return next week. So, I’ll leave it up to you. Your choice.”

  The unguarded look of caring on his face and the fact he would give her the choice settled her anxiety and made the decision easy for her. Sucking up her nerve, she nodded. “Let’s get this over with. Where’s Nash?”

  “Right here.”

  He stood at the bottom of the stairs with that same expression on his face, and her heart did that funny little flip again that worried her so much. “Okay, I’m good then.”

  The significance of that simple statement after she knew they’d both be by her side wasn’t lost on either man, but both knew she didn’t realize the connotation. Nash took up a position at one end of the narrow footstool Bryan had pulled into the center of the room, and Randy stood to the side as he guided Alena over it.

  Refusing to let the guys see just how apprehensive she was, Alena lowered herself over the stool, grateful Bryan hadn’t ordered her to strip. Her gratitude took a quick nosedive when Nash guided her hands to the bottom of the stool’s legs, shackling them as hands behind her pulled her thighs apart and wide, cool leather straps were wrapped across each bent knee. Put on display in a room full of mostly strangers, bound on her hands and knees with the stool cushioning her abdomen and her head dangling over the side, she had never felt so vulnerable. That is until her hiked-up dress was lifted even higher and her minuscule thong lowered to mid-thigh. An automatic jerk against her restraints set her heart to fluttering in panic, but she managed to fight it back with herculean effort. She would not, absolutely refused to shame the guys in front of everyone by balking now.

  “Six swats, and that’s a light sentence,” Bryan said from behind her.

  Nash cupped her face in his large hands as Randy rested his warm broad palm on her lower back. Looking up into English’s approving blue eyes, hearing his softly spoken praise, ‘good girl,’ made the humiliation and pain of the first swat bearable. He bent and covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cry from the next smack, the blistering pain now encompassing both cheeks. Alena concentrated on kissing him back, clinging to his lips like a lifeline while trying to ignore her surprise and shame at her body’s usual reaction to the red-hot throbbing, a response the damp swelling of her labia could attest to. She didn’t want this man spanking her, didn’t want him in any way, but her body was not as discriminating in its preferences.

  The next two swats were hard enough to send the stool sliding forward an inch, but Nash anchored her until he released her mouth and face to slowly lower his zipper over his enticing erection. The sight of his glistening cock head jutting toward her mouth made her forget all about her shame, the audience, and the growing discomfort spreading across her butt.

  “Make him feel as good as you did me the other day,” Randy whispered in her ear as he rubbed comforting circles on her lower back, “and we’ll make you feel good.”

  The last two swats were administered as she opened her mouth for Nash’s cock, her gasp muffled by this thick length. He returned his hands to her face, holding her head, taking the control from her. She didn’t care.

  The soft murmurs of conversation resuming around her indicated her audience had moved on. Randy soothed the heat enveloping her buttocks with soft strokes over the abused flesh and Nash’s low groans of approval afforded her as much pleasure as she was gifting him. Closing her eyes, she basked in her own arousal, the constant simmer from their teasing touches earlier brought to the boiling point from the heat of those punishing swats.

  “Suck hard, luv,” Nash dictated as he took his time pulling back, the warm, wet suction of her mouth and tight clasp of her plump lips driving him insane. He knew that luscious mouth would feel like heaven and hell wrapped around him. She swirled her tongue under his cap, licked that super-sensitive area in a wet caress that spiraled straight down to his balls. Cursing his lack of control, he shifted forward, groaning as she stroked every bulging vein. Caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, he brushed down to the corner of her mouth with the right digit, tracing her lips wrapped around him, his touch including his cock. A ripple of pure pleasure spread down his cock as he put pressure on his engorged, slippery flesh with another slow withdrawal.

  God, that’s hot, Alena groaned to herself when she felt his thumb tracing her lips and knew he had to be stroking the flesh she sucked on. Then her concentration on Nash’s dick flew the coop when Randy glided his palm down between her buttocks and grazed her anus with one finger. Before she could assimilate his intent, he breached her back orifice with one long finger, the tantalizing caress stimulating those forbidden nerves into overdrive. His low voice as he conversed with someone added to the surging pleasure, even though she should have been abashed at the offhanded way he stroked her ass while holding a casual conversation with another guest.

  Pulling on Nash’s hard flesh again, she tried concentrating on getting him off as Randy continued to stroke her rectum, but all of her pent-up frustration from their earlier play came rushing back in a flood of body-encompassing sensation. When Nash stroked one broad palm down her neck to slip inside her dress and cup one dangling breast, the final spark lighting the firecracker of her orgasm came with the tight pinch and pull on her nipple. The darkness behind her closed lids exploded in colorful lights as she mewled in ecstasy around the hard stalk pumping in and out of her mouth.

  Shaking with the force of her climax, she was barely aware of his quickening length, his faster, deeper plunges into her mouth until he spewed his seed down her convulsing throat.

  Randy exchanged a startled look with Nash. He could feel the clutches of her orgasm through the thin membrane separating her rectum from her pussy, heard her soft, muffled cries around Nash’s cock, and saw her body shudder repeatedly with the pleasure. Just from his finger stroking her ass. Okay, maybe the way they had teased and tormented her outside without letting her climax had something to do with her response, but it was still one fucking awesome experience. He couldn’t have been more proud of her when she accepted and took her punishment without arguing, even if her snooping still pissed him off. He could understand why she had grasped the opportunity, but that didn’t mean he condoned her breaking her promise.

  Pulling out of her ass, he palmed one red, warm buttock as Nash withdrew his spent cock from her mouth. Despite the pleasure she’d just experienced, he knew she would need comforting after that intense scene most women would have found too degrading to respond to, no matter how turned on they were. And he had no problem giving her whatever she needed, the deep emotion responsible for squeezing his chest something he needed to come to terms with sooner rather than later.

  Alena felt their hands freeing her from the restraints then lifting her as she worked to clear her befuddled senses. She should be used to those powerful orgasms by now, but she continued to become flummoxed by the heights they could take her to. Unfortunately, she couldn’t wallow in stupefied pleasure for long as reality had a way of sneaking back in and biting her on the ass in a way that was not nearly as much fun as if the guys had bit her. The comforting embrace of Nash’s arms cradling her against his wide chest as he settled her on his lap did little to dispel the cold replacing her inner warmth as she replayed the last twenty minutes.

  How could she have let herself go under such degrading circumstances? When she pictured Bryan as the one standing behind her, wielding the paddle, she found the lingering soreness covering her butt more degrading than arousing. Then to climax in front of a room full of strangers just from anal finger-fucking only added to the humiliation burning her face. Had she been alone with the guys, she knew she would have had no problem accepting her responses and would be enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through her body. She could recall with vivid accuracy the excitement of her previous exhibitionism and voyeuristic activities, and she couldn’t, wouldn’t deny the thrill that swept through her earlier when the guys played with her outside. Why was she so despondent now over her responses?

  “Let go, luv, you’ll feel better,” Nash encouraged her, tightening his arms around her.

  “What’re you talking about? I’m fine.” But when both his and Randy’s face swam in front of her, she realized she wasn’t fine, and had to blink rapidly to hold back the floodgate of tears threatening to burst. “Oh, good Lord,” she muttered, “this is ridiculous.”

  “It’s normal to question yourself, baby. But just so you know, even though I’m going to blister your ass myself for going back on your word, I’m fucking proud of you. We both know that wasn’t easy for you.”

  “I came, didn’t I?” she snapped, so confused by her conflicting emotions and their solicitous behavior she couldn’t see straight.

  Cocking his head, Randy regarded her with solemn contemplation for a moment before glancing at Nash and getting his confirmation nod. “Yes, you did, and we think maybe you need to come again.”

  Before she realized their intent, they lifted her dress over her head and stripped her thong down her legs. Cool air wafted over her skin, raising goosebumps until Nash shifted her to lean back against his chest and Randy moved to kneel between her legs, spreading her wide enough to accommodate his broad shoulders. Instant warmth erased her chill when he cupped her buttocks, lifting her hips to meet his descending mouth as Nash’s hands came around to cup her breasts.

  The first touch of his lips on her bare labia sent her reeling back into that pleasurable vortex where nothing else mattered. The scratch of his five-o’clock shadow against her inner thighs provided extra stimulation she didn’t needed. She brought her hands up to grip Nash’s thick forearms, a whimper escaping her compressed mouth with the slow glide of Randy’s tongue up her slit.

  “Relax, we’ll do everything, you just enjoy.”

  Nash followed his whispered suggestion in her ear with a swirl of his tongue over the sensitive whorls and a sharp nip on her small lobe. A ripple spread from her nipples down to her crotch, his tight pinch of both nubs coming just as Randy released his hold on her right buttock and ran a finger up one side of her clit and down the other. That ‘not nearly enough’ graze had her shifting against his mouth with a low moan of frustration, but she needn’t have worried. Wrapping his lips around her aching bud, he suckled the tender piece of flesh into his mouth as Nash continued to torture her nipples into reddened peaks, proving they weren’t going to make her wait this time.

  The deep plunge of two fingers accompanying his marauding mouth set her off again, the pleasure sweeping her senses in a deluge of sensation so strong, she hardly felt the tightened clasp of their hands gripping the soft, full mounds of her breasts and buttocks to anchor her. Squeezing her left cheek tighter, Randy proved relentless, delving deep with both tongue and fingers, sucking hard then soft on her clit over and over until she went mindless with the sensory overload. So wrapped up in the two of them and the climaxes ripping her up with pleasure, she never heard her own scream, wasn’t aware of the smiles aimed her way or saw the glares Kevin, Joel, and Brad leveled at her from across the room.

  Her head began to clear when Randy feathered those talented lips over her labia, soothing touches that eased the heart-pounding come-down from multiple, brutal orgasms. She became aware of her nipples throbbing in soreness and the soft brush of Nash’s thumbs over the tortured tips, a gesture that worked to both pacify and arouse, his hard chest a comforting embrace, his shoulder beneath her head a much needed support.

  Randy rose above her, leaned over and took her mouth with his glistening lips, letting her taste herself as he freed and sheathed his raging erection with one hand. Always thinking, Nash released her breasts and slid his hands under her slick body to grip her buttocks and lift her pelvis for his penetration.

  Bracing his hands on the back of the sofa, Randy released her mouth, murmured, “Excellent,” and plunged, deep and hard. The soft wrap of her legs around his back added another lift to her hips, easier access for his pounding strokes. “Again, Alena,” he demanded on a harsh breath as he jackhammered into her slick heat over and over.

 

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