I licked my lips to moisten them and waited.
“Comfy?” Jeff asked.
I frowned. Comfy? What the hell? I was going to be punished for breaking a rule they set. Since when was comfort called into question during a punishment?
A quick, hard slap stung my thigh, making me jerk. “I asked you a question, woman.”
“Uh. Yes…Sir. I’m…comfy.” At least when I wasn’t blindfolded I could see the pain coming.
“Good,” Steve said, and then he kissed me. This wasn’t the tentative nibbles of earlier. Nope. Not at all. This was as deep, as hot, as wet as Jeff’s had been. I groaned and gripped the iron bar holding my hands above my head. God, that was good, and he tasted just as wonderful as Jeff had, only different. Coffee and chocolate? But dark chocolate, not sweet. A bit tangy. Yummy. I wanted more.
Jeff’s hands closed over my ankles, slid up my calves then back down. The smooth strokes had me panting into Steve’s mouth. Then Steve’s big, rough hand rubbed over my breasts, pinching my nipples in time to the nips at my tongue and lips.
I couldn’t breathe, went a little lightheaded. His mouth left mine to travel over my cheek to my ear, where he nibbled my lobe, then down my neck where he stopped to bite a little harder. A soft cry of need came out of me, and my hips bucked because that little bite seemed to go straight to my pussy.
Jeff still rubbed my legs, up and down, up and down, each upstroke getting higher and higher until his fingers teased my inner thighs very close to my apex, but not quite close enough.
The bed dipped between my legs. Jeff had climbed on. Steve leaned over me from the side and slowly worked his way down from my neck to my upper chest, then he was there, at my breasts, licking, nibbling, nipping, suckling.
“Ahhh.” It was more of a begging sound than one of pleasure when I heard it come out of me, and I arched my back, imploring for more from Steve’s mouth.
Jeff lifted my legs, his hands right behind my knees, and spread them wide.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Jeff said, a sound of reverence in his tone that caught me off guard. He’d said in the past—and Steve, too—that my cunt was “fucking gorgeous,” but this statement was different, directed at me, not my pussy.
I bit my lip and whimpered. I prayed he’d fuck me now, sink that long, thick cock into me and fuck me hard. I was ready. I needed it.
I jerked so hard when his mouth touched my cunt, Steve lost the suction on my breast.
“Oh, God!” I cried.
Jeff’s soft tongue speared into me, not his cock.
Both men laughed a little, Steve’s warm breath cooling my moistened, hardened nipple; Jeff’s vibrating into my clit, all the way to my…
Don’t go there. No hearts. No hearts.
“Like that?” Steve asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I said in an almost cry as Jeff’s talented tongue flicked my clit with quick, hard motions that had me squirming.
Steve’s rough palm settled over my abdomen, pressing me into the bed and stilling my motions. Jeff’s fingers held my pussy lips open for his mouth. The thought that I was really glad I got the Brazilian done last time I was at the spa flew through my brain, and I laughed.
“That’s a pretty sound,” Steve said softly against my ear. “You don’t laugh much.”
Those fucking tears! My eyes stung again. Even as the climax neared from Jeff’s tongue and lips, Steve struck that chord inside of me that made me want to be wrapped in his arms and cradled.
I didn’t laugh much. Didn’t have much to laugh about.
“You do know you’re free to be whatever you want to be when you’re with us,” Steve said in that low rumble of a voice. “Happy or sad.
Laughing or crying. We have more to give to you than our dicks and cum.”
“No,” I whispered, fighting the idea. No, I didn’t want to lose what we did have. Love was fleeting. Love didn’t last. Sex did. What we shared here did. It kept me going for a month at a time. Kept me sane. Release.
Just release. Emotional and sexual. Let go of the reins.
“Yes,” Steve said against my ear.
I shook my head in denial.
Just then, Jeff sucked hard on my clit, and my body tensed without my consent. He ripped the orgasm through me without my say‐so, and it pissed me off even as a soft cry tore from my lips. And the tears escaped my eyes.
I jerked my legs off Jeff’s shoulders and cried out, “Margaritaville.”
My safe word.
Within moments, my hands were freed and the blindfold pulled from my head. I rolled to the edge of the bed and jumped up, searching for my dress through eyes blurred with tears and having been covered for so long. As I bent over to retrieve my dress from the floor, I stopped, blinked, and looked at the bed. Black satin covered in red rose petals.
Candles flickered around the room, casting the two men in a golden aura.
They both sat on the bed staring at me. Jeff swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. Both looked utterly dismayed. And they were both completely clothed. Steve in jeans and a royal blue flannel that in better light would perfectly match his eyes. Jeff in black slacks and a white button down. It had been his tie that had bound my wrists, a charcoal grey snake that lay between them.
A tear trickled from my eye and dripped down my cheek. I swiped
it away and stood up to face them. I owed them some kind of explanation.
I couldn’t run out like this, because if I did I sure as hell would never see them again.
“I don’t do love.” The words that came out of my mouth shocked
even me. I opened my mouth again to explain, but nothing came forth except another two tears, one out of each eye. I wiped them away and turned my back on the two gorgeous men I couldn’t lose but didn’t know how to keep. Why had they done this to me tonight? Why couldn’t they have just used my body as they always did? Given me the release I craved and been done with me?
“Which one of the three of us are you trying to convince?” Steve asked.
I stared into the flickering flame of a fat candle a few feet from me that stood on a black, wrought iron pedestal.
“A little tenderness shown to you, and you freak,” Jeff said. “Why is that?”
I licked my lips as I searched for an answer in that dancing flame.
Until tonight I hadn’t realized how much I craved the tenderness, how badly I wanted to curl up in these magnificent men’s arms and let them coddle me.
Chloe Summers was not a weak‐willed woman! No, I was strong.
Had to be. Closed off from these kinds of emotions. I swiped another tear that dared escape. How long had it been since I cried? Months? Years, maybe? I couldn’t remember.
“This isn’t what I signed up for,” I said, my voice low and huskier than normal.
“Turn around and face us. Don’t go coward on us.”
I whirled around. “I’m not a coward.” Narrowing my eyes at them, I tried to breathe through the anger those words evoked. “I know what I need, and I don’t come to Inferno for cuddling and sweet talk. You’re the ones who flipped the switch on me tonight.”
A low headache started at the back of my skull, and I tried to force the tension out of my shoulders. It didn’t work, but I kept from reaching up and rubbing the tight muscles. I wouldn’t show them any more weakness. I wouldn’t. I was too strong for that. I guessed this really was goodbye. The pain that thought evoked nearly brought me to my knees.
The rose petals on the bed, the two men I’d grown to…care about…over the last fourteen months. Ones who noticed my fingernail polish choice, who could bring me to sexual heights I’d previously found unattainable.