Chapter Fourteen

Will kissed Penelope to reward her for her trust, ignoring the pang that went through him. This would get them back on firmer ground. He glanced up and nodded over her shoulder at Nolan. They’d played enough before to be able to communicate without words, which was an important part of this scene. His submissive needed to trust him, to know that whoever he let touch her was an extension of his will, rather than just another man. And a perverse part of him didn’t want her to know it was Nolan.

He moved away, kneeling to open the chest at the end of the bed, watching Nolan out of the corner of his eye. The other man kissed his way down her spine. She was still tense, her mind working too hard. Well, he had a solution to put every single thought and worry right out of her head. He stood and crossed back to them. Neither he or Nolan had removed their pants yet, and he wanted to keep it that way for the time being. It was important to ease Penelope into this, until she was so desperate for whatever pleasure he’d give her that she had no time to fear.

The nipple clamps were pretty ones, with little crimson-jeweled weights hanging from them. He’d seen her put them to use before in other scenes with submissives, so he already knew the toy was well within her comfort range—no Dominant worth her salt used a toy on another person she hadn’t tried out first.

Nolan saw what he had in his hand and immediately began touching her breasts, alternating between circling her nipples and pinching them, until her breath hissed out and she arched against his touch. Will fastened the clamps carefully and pressed a kiss to first one nipple and then the other, wanting to banish the other man’s touch from her skin.

Now, it was truly time to begin.

While Nolan kept up his assault on her breasts, Will knelt and coasted his hands down her outer thighs. She instinctively tried to close her knees, but the spreader bar kept them wide. He watched her face, watched as it dawned on her that there was nothing she could do to stop them. Her lips parted, her breath coming faster. But there were no signs of actual distress and, when he drew a single finger across her pussy, he found her drenched. Good.

He licked her, his tongue following the path his finger had just taken, and the sweetest whimper escaped her lips. So he did it again. Her hips tried to meet his mouth, even as she moved the top of her body, arching into Nolan. His little submissive was beginning to enjoy the hell out of this.

Will sat back on his heels and pushed two fingers into her. From this vantage point, he could see that Nolan had claimed her mouth even as the man’s hands shifted downward, gripping her hips and pulling her back to grind on her ass. A third finger joined the other two, and her whimpers turned into full moans. “Sir, I—”

“Not yet, pet.” He could feel how close she was, her pussy tightening around him, but he wasn’t about to let her finish so quickly. He nodded at Nolan, and they both moved back, depriving her of their touch. She pushed forward and then back, another whimper slipping free.

Will rose and cupped her breast. Before she could react, he moved on. On the other side of her, Nolan was giving her the same treatment—a hand down her spine, around her thigh, feathered across her collarbone. They kept circling, until he was sure that she had no idea which man was where, and then Nolan went to his knees, taking the place Will had just occupied. The blatant appreciation on the man’s face gave rise to a wave of desire, combined with that blasted jealousy. A part of him wanted to tell Nolan to back the fuck off and keep his mouth to himself, but he was running this scene—the only saving grace that kept that ugly emotion in check.

It didn’t make a damn bit of sense. He’d played with Nolan and others countless times and never once felt this possessiveness that had part of him wanting to hit the man for daring to touch what was his. Hell, he’d invited and coordinated this entire thing. But then, a lot of things were different when it was Penelope involved and not one of his casual submissives. He’d been realizing that in waves, but this brought it home in an entirely new way.

He allowed Nolan to lick her pussy, noting how she quivered, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to arch against him or away. Will kissed the back of her neck, and the way she sighed instantly calmed the aggravated part of him. Blindfold or no, Penelope seemed to know who the hands on her belonged to. He pulled her hair to the side, kissing and nibbling his way up to her ear. “You please me greatly, pet.” More than words could describe.

“I’m…close.”

Feeling more centered or not, he couldn’t allow Nolan to be the sole provider of her orgasm. So he went to his knees behind her. The other man moved to her clit, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still. That left her pussy available to Will. He fingered her exactly how he knew she liked it, hooking his fingers to flick over that sensitive spot inside her. With his other hand, he palmed her ass. “Beg.”

“Please, Sir. Oh God, please let me come. I’ll…” She gasped out a breath, obviously inches away from coming whether she wanted to or not. “Please.”

He kissed the small of her back. “Come for me.” Only me.

Her pussy milked his fingers as she cried out, obeying him. They kept working her until she hung limply from the restraints. Nolan sat back, his shit-eating grin a clear indication of his approval. Will stood and began unfastening her wrists as the other man went to work on her ankles.

As soon as she was free, Penelope turned and wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tightly, it was as if she were trying to burrow into his chest. The contact was a balm to his soul, one he hadn’t even been aware he needed. He kissed her forehead and stepped back. “We’re not done with you yet, pet.”

…

Penelope was grateful that Will guided her to her knees because there was no way her shaking legs could hold her. And it was Will. She’d known the second he touched her, had no problems telling him from the other man. As she waited, head bowed, trying to regain her breath, his voice echoed through her mind. We’re not done with you yet. How could that single sentence serve to turn her on and set her stomach aflutter with nerves at the same time?

Hands on either side of her face pulled up the blindfold. She flinched at the light assaulting her sensitive eyes. Blinking a few times helped, and she focused on the chair directly across from her. Will sat in it, his big legs sprawled out, his cold blue eyes pinning her in place. That meant…

“Look at me, pet.”

She froze in the process of glancing over her shoulder. All she could see of the other man was his shadow on the floor. He was big, though not as big as Will, but she’d already known that. The temptation to complete the movement and see who’d had their hands and mouth all over her was almost too much to bear, but she managed to straighten and focus solely on Will. Barely.

He crooked a finger. “Crawl.”

Confusion had her pausing for a second too long, and his expression hardened. Penelope hurried to obey, her mind still whirling. Why would he ask this of her? He said he didn’t care about this kind of subservient gesture.

It took her half a second to realize why he’d given that command. The weighted clamps on her nipples swung with each move, the sensation both painful and erotic and entirely too much. She couldn’t hold back a whimper, but she kept moving. He watched her, his hands going to his slacks and slowly undoing them. The zipper was unnaturally loud in the quiet of the room, and the sound was mirrored behind her. She almost stopped moving, her thoughts tumbling over themselves. The man behind her was taking off his pants.

Since Will didn’t tell her to stop, she kept going until she had her hands on his thighs and his cock was within reach of her mouth. She licked her lips, eager to close the remaining distance, but knowing better than to make a move without his permission.

From the quirk of his lips, he knew what the restraint cost her. He cupped the back of her neck and guided his cock into her mouth with his other hand. She took him deep, running her tongue along the underside and up to circle the crown, her eyes sliding shut with pleasure. This was something she’d wanted to do for days, and being allowed to do so now… It was perfection.

She was so busy reveling in the way the muscles in Will’s thighs clenched with each down stroke, she forgot they weren’t alone in the room. Until calloused hands on her thighs spread them wide and a cock slid between her legs, rubbing against her pussy and clit, just shy of actually entering her.

Her eyes flew open, and she went still, torn between the desire to jerk away and the need to obey. Will watched her face, his expression unreadable. She tried to go back to sucking him, but the movement behind her was too much. Was he going to let this man fuck her? Was she going to let someone whose identity she didn’t know inside her?

He knew how torn she was. Of course he knew. Will drew her head up, his thumb smoothing along her bottom lip. “You pussy is mine, pet. If I want to bring in every Dom in Serve and let them have a try, that’s within my right.” He kept touching her, so gentle and almost loving, a direct counterpoint to the stranger rocking his cock against her clit. “And if I say that’s what I want, what is your response?”

No. But… She couldn’t say it. Because this was about trust, and she’d already decided to trust him. If he wanted to take things that far… He wouldn’t. She was very, very sure of that. What he was asking her for was her unrelenting trust right now, and she would give it.

She took a shuddering breath. “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes widened so slightly she was sure she imagined it. There was no other reaction, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had irrevocably changed. He slid the blindfold back in place, blacking out the world, taking the comfort of being able to see his face from her. The man behind her shifted, his cock notching at her entrance, and she held her breath, fighting against the need to protest. He’s an extension of Will. It might as well be Will behind me.

Then he moved away. She shook her head in confusion. What was happening?

Will pulled her up, turning her around and bringing her down onto his lap. He used his thighs to spread her legs wide. There was a crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then he lodged himself deep inside her. He guided her arms behind her, shackling them with one hand. “Open up, pet.”

She obeyed, jumping a little when another cock slid between her lips. She tasted herself on the stranger’s length, but she was so grateful to have this option rather than him fucking her, that she sucked him nearly as hard as she had Will. A second pair of hands laced into her hair, guiding her movements, slowly fucking her mouth as Will’s free hand palmed her between her legs and started circling her clit.

With her legs spread wide and her arms pinned behind her, she was helpless to do anything but take their cocks, though Will seemed content to play with her clit and hold her down while the stranger took her mouth.

His voice drifted from behind her. “If he comes before you do, I’ll reward you.”

Yes, please. She sucked the other man’s cock like her life depended on it, driven by the gathering pressure inside her. It would have been easier if she could use her hands, because being unable to move only made her orgasm loom closer. She set her teeth into his cock, just a little, and his hips jerked and he let loose a muffled curse. There. She sucked him deep until he hit the back of her throat, and then did it again. And again.

On the third time, his grip tightened on her hair. There was a pause, and she realized he was asking Will for permission, and then he started moving, pushing deep again and again, until all she could do was take it. Will squeezed her clit, dancing her right up to the edge, never letting up, his cock twitching inside her. If he’d thrust or moved at all, she would have been finished, but he kept still aside from the maddening circles his fingers traced over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

The other man’s thrusts shortened and he cursed one final time as he came. She swallowed him down, giving him a few hard sucks that she could have sworn made his knees buckle. With a hoarse chuckle, he pulled out of her mouth and then he kissed her forehead in almost the same place Will had earlier. It was a move of someone who cared, which would have been enough to make her wonder at his identity…

Except Will was already lifting her. He swept her into his arms and strode to the bed and set her on the edge. Almost immediately, his cock was at her lips. She sucked him in, her need smothering any finesse she’d had. The sound of the door shutting barely registered, but as soon as it locked, Will started talking.

“I hope you enjoyed that, pet.” He thrust deeper into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat and staying there, claiming her, removing any trace or memory of their third. His hands fisted her hair, holding her in place. “Because it is never happening again.” He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. “This will sting.” He unfastened the nipple clamps, and she couldn’t hold back a breathless scream as the blood rushed back into the deprived flesh. But he was there, soothing the pain with his tongue, holding her so tightly it was like he thought she’d disappear if he paused for half a second.