Betting on Fate (11 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Will had decided to pick Penelope up outside her apartment instead of meeting her at Serve. He’d already changed his mind half a dozen times today about whether to go through with the plans he’d made for tonight. The idea of sharing Penelope, even for a night, had his stomach in knots. That was ultimately the reason why he’d decided to go through with it. Things were changing too fast when it came to her. He needed at least one plan to remain in place.

In the past, whenever he’d contracted a submissive for a short-term engagement, he’d tired of her after a few days. It had been nearly a week and his craving for Penelope only seemed to grow with each hour. It couldn’t possibly last. Tonight would be proof of that. It had to be.

His phone rang as he climbed out of the cab, and he sighed when he saw who it was. “Hello, Sara.”

“You know, you never sound happy to hear from me when I call.”

Because he knew it was only a matter of time before she did or said something that would traumatize him. Again. “What can I do for you?”

“Right down to business? You’re not going to ask me how I’ve been or what I’ve been up to lately?”

“No.” When she was silent, he felt compelled to elaborate. “The last time you told me how things were going at work, our uncle and I almost came to blows over the fact that you were mugged while working. And I know if you were in some kind of trouble—again—you wouldn’t hesitate to call.” The threat of what he’d do if she
didn’t
call was best left unsaid. Namely, ship her out of the city to somewhere she couldn’t get into trouble. Though, with Sara, the places numbered in the single digits.

“I guess that’s a fair point.”

There was something off about her tone, and his every instinct went on high alert. “What’s going on?”

She laughed, but he’d never met someone who could lie with a smile on her face like his sister could. “Nothing. Lord, you’re worse than Garrett when it comes to being overprotective. I was just calling to remind you that we’re having a family dinner tomorrow and no excuses will be allowed for missing it.”

She was lying. He was almost certain of it. But experience told him if he pressed now, she’d end the call and then he’d have a hell of a time tracking her down. No, it was better to contact Garrett and then corner her as soon as they had a spare moment. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

“Good.” She didn’t sound the least bit happy, which just confirmed that something was going on. He made a mental note to pull his twin aside tomorrow.

“I’ll see you at dinner, Sara.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He hung up and turned toward Penelope’s building. She stood just outside the doors, quietly waiting for him to finish his call. He crossed to her in two steps and kissed her, letting her know without words that he appreciated her patience. When he finally stepped back, both their breathing was a little harsh. “You look downright edible.”

It was the truth. Her hair was once again free of any confinement, and he could only begin to guess what she wore beneath the long coat. Her heels, though, teased him with altogether too many ideas. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you tonight.”

She smiled. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.” She nodded at the phone still in his hand. “Your sister?”

“The very one.” He pocketed it and used a hand at the small of her back to guide her to the curb. “She’s in some sort of trouble.”

Penelope shot him a look. “She told you that? If you need to cancel tonight—”

“Not in so many words, and no.” A cab shot down the block and pulled up next to them. He opened the door and then slid in after her. “Sara’s not the type to come running for help, even when she should. But I’ll get it out of her…” He paused, considering. The offer was out of his mouth before he could reconsider. “I’m having dinner with my family tomorrow night. Come with me?” It was tempting to phrase it as an order she couldn’t refuse, but this was completely outside the boundaries of something he was willing to compel.

She searched his face as if trying to determine what answer he’d like, which was a problem because he couldn’t begin to decide. Bringing a woman to their family dinner was asking for his meddlesome sister to take direct interest in his life—and she had nothing on his father and uncle. But he didn’t take back the offer. Hell, he didn’t
want
to take back the offer.

Finally Penelope nodded. “I’d like that.”

“I would, too.” And, to his surprise, he actually meant it.

They passed the rest of the cab ride in silence, with her cuddled up beneath his arm. It was comfortable and he felt no need to force the conversation, simply luxuriating in the feel of her against him. He couldn’t remember the last time he casually touched someone who wasn’t family—and even then he kept contact to a minimum. If anyone had pressed him about it, he’d claimed it wasn’t a need he had. But, like so much of his life before Penelope, that hard and fast rule bent until it was unrecognizable. He
wanted
to touch her, and the thought of being in the same room and not having his hands on her was damn near unbearable.

It worried him. Too much was changing too fast. Rationally he knew it was possible—even likely—that this would blow up in his face, but he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He had well and truly passed the point of no return.

Which was the damn problem.

He paid the driver and they headed for Serve’s main entrance. If Penelope was concerned about what he had planned for her tonight, she didn’t show it. Instead, she turned those dark eyes, full of trust, on him, and his heart felt too big for his chest. Will pulled her into another kiss, unable to help himself. When he finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against hers.

This was the last chance he had to back out. She’d never know what he had planned, and Nolan wouldn’t blink at the change. The man was good like that. They could go back to Will’s place and he could spend the night driving her wild and losing himself in her.

The thought was far too tempting by half, and because it was, he said, “Are you ready for your surprise, pet?”

…

Penelope’s nerves went into overdrive during the elevator ride to the third floor. Will had taken a half step away, and it seemed the farther they got from the ground floor, the icier his expression became. She was watching closely enough to see the heat beneath the frost, but it still had her stomach doing somersaults. She shifted, trying not to huddle in her coat, and reminded herself that, with one exception, Will had never pushed her past her boundaries. It didn’t matter that she was growing increasingly off-center in her everyday life, because in this one part things were consistent. Tonight wouldn’t be the night Will threw her into the deep end.

At least she hoped not.

The doors opened and he stepped out without looking at her, obviously expecting her to follow. Her first instinct was to dig in her heels, but curiosity got the better of her. What did he have planned?

She held her breath as he bypassed the public playroom where several couples were already scening, and led her down the hall to the private rooms. The door at the end of the hallway seemed to be his destination, a suspicion confirmed when he used his key to unlock it and held it open for her. She barely made it three steps into the room when his voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Strip.”

That was simple enough—she’d done it for him a dozen times before. But as she unbuttoned her coat with shaking hands, the thrill that went through her was even stronger than the first time she’d obeyed this command, because she
knew
the night would bring pleasure beyond imagining. She shrugged the coat off, waiting for Will’s muffled curse or sharp breath or
something
in response to how little she was wearing.

He gave her nothing.

She started to turn to face him, but his voice whipped her. “The bed.” As she moved to the bed, her stomach’s flip-flops turned into full on skydives. His hand on her shoulder stopped her when she would have climbed onto the mattress. She froze, then a tiny part of her relaxed as he stroked that same hand down her spine.

A blindfold slipped over her eyes, blacking out the room as he tightened it. His voice rumbled in her ear. “Spread your legs, pet.”

She did as he commanded, tensing when he pulled them even further apart and snapped cuffs around her ankles. She tried to move, but something kept her legs apart. Her mind helpfully supplied the information—he’d put her in a spreader bar. While she was still figuring out how she felt about it, he lifted her arms over her head and strapped her wrists into what felt like an identical contraption, leaving her spread open and vulnerable in every way that counted.

No matter how much she mentally berated herself, she couldn’t help struggling, testing the bonds. It was no use. He’d fastened the bar connecting her wrists to something over her head, so she couldn’t even spin in place.

Will cupped her breasts, the unexpected contact making her flinch and sending her swaying. He pinched her nipples, just this side of pain. “I find your habit of skipping parts of your wardrobe as annoying as it is tantalizing.” His hand coasted down her stomach to snag her garter where it rested around her waist. He snapped the fabric and kept going, cupping her between her legs. “Knowing I can reach up your coat and find you wet and ready for me? It makes me hard every time we’re in the same room.” He parted her folds, one finger delving inside her. She twisted, trying to get him deeper, but he laughed and retreated.

Where was he now? She turned her head, trying to track his movements, but the thick carpet masked the sound of his steps. The door opened and closed, and she frowned. Had he just left her in here alone? Or was he standing just inside the door, watching her, waiting for her to react? The thought made her skin prickle, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

He touched her again, and she couldn’t stifle a yelp of surprise. The man was quieter than a cat. “Pet, I have a surprise for you.”

That could either be something extremely good—or extremely bad. Half a dozen questions hovered on the tip of her tongue. She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm.” She could practically hear his approval as he cupped the back of her neck, his body pressing against the front of hers.

Then someone touched her from the other side. Penelope jerked, the move pushing her against Will’s chest, but the second set of hands didn’t move from her back, stroking down either side of her spine and stopping at the upper curve of her backside. “What—”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” Will’s voice was dangerously quiet, and she clamped her mouth shut. He waited a moment and, when she didn’t immediately jump in with more questions, his grip on her neck gentled. “A friend of mine has agreed to assist with our scene tonight. Do you understand? Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir.” It was barely more than a whisper. A friend? Who was it? She wanted to know—
needed
to know. Plenty of members of Serve participated in threesomes—and foursomes and more—but she’d never taken part. It was something she’d always been curious about, but she’d just never had the guts to go there.

“What is your safe word, pet?”

The reminder helped. A little. “Dracula.”

The man behind her snorted, but that little sound wasn’t anywhere near enough for her to determine his identity. Will let go of her neck, but he didn’t move back. “Do you want to use it?” Before when he’d asked that question, he’d made it sound like a formality—as if he already knew the answer—but this time he sounded genuinely curious. As if he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t safe out.

She actually considered it for a few seconds. This wasn’t pushing up to her boundaries—this was dancing right on the edge, ready to tip over at any moment. But…this was Will.

As if sensing her thoughts, his forehead rested against hers just like it had after he’d kissed her downstairs. “Your body is mine, pet.
Mine
. And I’ll do with it what I please—and that includes sharing it with who I see fit. Do you understand?”

Instead of scaring her, his words comforted her. It didn’t matter what this mystery man did to her, because he was an extension of Will’s control. This wasn’t another man’s hands on her, which felt a hundred different kinds of wrong, but
her
man’s. She took a shaking breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then we can begin.”

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.