Bound by the Past (13 page)

Jon laughed, recalling their first night together when she had come in his arms before he’d even taken off his shirt.

“She seems to have strong feelings about equality in nudity, Night.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.” Jon watched as his friend pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Is that better, Beauty?”

She turned to look at Night and Jon heard her gasp softly. “I think I’ve spotted another similarity.” Her gaze was locked on the unmistakably large outline of Night’s erection.

Night grinned and slowly unzipped his pants. With teasingly slow shakes of his hips, he pulled his jeans down in small increments, giving her an eyeful of his striptease.

Jon was unable to resist discovering the effects of his friend’s body on her and he pulled her back against his chest, letting his fingers drift down her stomach to her clit. Her small opening was drenched and dripping as he pushed his finger inside.

“Damn, that’s nice. Night. Come feel this.” Jon didn’t bother to remove his finger. Instead, he watched Night’s expression as he touched her pussy for the first time.

“Christ. She’s soaking wet.” Night thrust his own finger roughly in her alongside Jon’s—and she exploded into an orgasm.

Jon almost laughed at the stunned expression on Night’s face. He was used to her incredible sensuality. The woman could come at the drop of a hat.

Night’s shock quickly turned to something he recognized. “Jon,” he warned.

Jon nodded and watched Night push her back onto the bed gently.

“Condom,” Night barked. Jon retrieved one from the bedside table and pushed it into his friend’s hands. Night had the condom on and was inside her sweet pussy in under a minute. This first time wouldn’t last long. It had obviously been a while since Night had taken a woman to bed. Even Jon could feel the unquenchable need to claim and conquer her, despite the fact he’d made love to her several times last night.

“Oh Beauty,” he heard Night mutter. “I can’t hold back. Too good. Too good.” He chanted the words in time with his quick thrusts and Jon watched her respond. Within seconds, she was climaxing again and dragging Night with her.

“Holy shit!” The words were barked out between gasps as Night struggled to breathe. She giggled at his words, more than a bit breathless herself.

“Well, now that we have that out of the way…” Jon tried not to let the staggering impact their lovemaking had on him show in his face. For a moment, he considered his past years struggling toward normality. Something deep inside told him this wasn’t normal. No
normal
man nearly came in his own pants at the sight of his best friend fucking his woman—and yet that was exactly how he felt. Watching Night take Carly was almost as good as taking her himself.

Jon saw Night studying his face. His friend was worried. Worried he had changed his mind.

Jon captured his gaze and smiled. “There is still the issue of Carly’s punishment.”

A smile broke on Night’s face and he laughed.

For the first time in his life, Jon felt truly happy. Regardless of the fact Cassandra was wrecking havoc again, he felt good. Deep-down-in-his-soul good. It wasn’t a feeling he’d ever experienced before and he knew he had the two naked people in his bed to thank for it.

“Punishment?” Carly was squirming under Night’s body, no doubt plotting an escape.

“Carly.” Night’s tone was firm. “Stay still.”

Jon rejoiced to see his sweet little submissive respond instantly, then she frowned as if appalled with herself. “How do you guys
do
that?” she muttered.

Night kissed her rather than respond. She would soon discover exactly how much he and his friend had in common. He almost felt sorry for the poor little thing, attaching herself to two Dominants with possessive streaks a mile wide. Then he recalled her strength, her passion, her courage. He chuckled as he reconsidered. It was he and Night who needed the sympathy. Carly James was destined to run them ragged.

Jon glanced down and realized he was still fully dressed. Pulling his shirt off, he quickly divested himself of his pants, boxers and shoes as well. Night rose from the bed but kept a firm hand in the middle of her chest, not allowing her to rise.

Night looked over and gave him an
it’s your show
gesture. Her punishment, this time, was his to mete out. She’d scared the hell out of him today and had placed herself in serious danger whether she’d realized it at the time or not.

“Lie down in the center of the bed on your stomach and grip the headboard. Open your legs.” Jon stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest. Night remained beside the bed, obviously awaiting instructions.

When she moved into position, Jon gestured toward the bedside table next to Night. “There are a couple things we’ll need. Grab them.” He didn’t bother to elaborate. Night would know.

Jon began to crawl up onto the bed, dragging his hands along the backs of her legs as he went. Reaching down, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Get up on your knees, but keep your head down. The only thing I want to see right now is that gorgeous ass of yours.”

She complied and Night moved to his side. He glanced down at the items in Night’s hands and saw he and his friend were definitely on the same page.

“Tell me why you’re being punished.” Jon placed his palm gently against her bare buttock. She flinched slightly, expecting him to spank her, rather than merely touch.

“I didn’t tell you where I was going.” As soon as she finished answering, he spanked her—hard—and she cried out. This was going to be a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

“And?” he prompted, spanking her other cheek with equal force.

“I put myself in danger.”

He hit her three times in quick succession and watched her lovely flesh turn a bright shade of red.

“And?”

Her breathing was ragged and he struggled to keep going. She was trembling slightly and he started to pull back.

Night placed a strong hand on his shoulder. “She has to learn to trust us. Things around here are changing, Jon. The danger is real. She can’t make impulsive decisions that might endanger her life.”

“And, Carly?” Jon repeated, spanking her twice more.

“I’ll never do it again.”

Jon bent forward to place his lips on her burning flesh. He attempted to soothe the soreness away with his tongue. He felt Night’s hands caressing the other cheek.

“If anything ever happened to you, Carly…” Jon was surprised to hear Night’s anguished words.

She must have shared that astonishment. She rolled over and reached out for them to join her. They lay down on either side of her as she turned first toward one and then the other, offering her apologies and kisses to both. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll call next time. Tell you my plans.”

Soon their kisses became more heated and their touches became almost frantic in their desire.

“Night, I think we better introduce her to that toy of yours before we go any further.”

She froze at his words. “Toy?”

“Roll over, Beauty.” Night gripped her shoulder and turned her to her stomach once more. “Get back up on your knees. Just like you did for Jon earlier.”

She paused and Jon laughed at her reaction. “No more punishment, Blue Eyes. Only the good stuff for the rest of the night.”

“For the rest of our lives.” Night muttered the last and Jon smiled at his friend’s hushed wish.

If only. Silently, Jon sent up a prayer that she never left them.

She pushed onto her knees and he couldn’t resist running his hands across her rear end. The color on her cheeks had faded to a light pink.

Brushing a light kiss against her buttocks, Jon watched as Night reached for the bottle of lubrication. She stiffened when she felt Night’s finger prod at the entrance to her back hole. Despite the promise he’d made on their first night, Jon hadn’t taken her there yet.

“Relax, Carly.” Jon tried to soothe her as Night slowly pushed his lubed finger in to the first knuckle.

“She’s fighting me.” Night removed his finger and looked at him. “You’re going to have to distract her or I’ll end up hurting her.”

Jon grinned. Lying down on his back, he pulled her over him. He’d been in agony since watching Carly and Night make love. He was more than happy to distract his little ladylove. Gripping her hips lightly, he angled her until he was poised at the opening of her tight pussy. Ever so slowly, he pushed her down onto his hard cock.

She sighed happily when at last he was fully lodged and he felt her start to rise back up. “Oh no you don’t.”

“Jon.” She fought to move on his erection. She was ready for action and he smiled at her enthusiasm.

“You only get fucked once you’ve taken Night’s toy into your body.”

Overcome by frustration, she pounded her small fists against his chest. “Now, Jon, please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Way I see it, sweetheart, you’re the one making
us
wait. Night and I aren’t exactly small men and we’re both dying to get into that tight ass. We can’t do that ’til we’ve stretched you out a bit. That’s what the toy will do. Think about it, Carly. Both of us inside you, pounding hard into your ass and cunt. You want that, don’t you?”

“God help me. I think I do.”

He laughed briefly at her astonished, somewhat mortified confession until her internal muscles clenched him with an almost unbearable tightness. It was all he could do to keep himself from flipping her over and pounding into her now.

“Then let Night in.”

She nodded and Jon watched Night squirt more lube onto his finger. It was pure torture to feel Night’s finger slowly work its way into her ass.

“I can feel him inside you, Carly. Do you like that?” If she rejected this part, he wasn’t sure what they would do. There was nothing like the feeling of taking a woman together, pounding in and out of her tight body in unison.

“Yes.” She began thrusting back toward Night’s finger and Jon saw his friend grin. He removed his finger and she started to protest.

“Hold still, Beauty.” Night opened the wrapper on the butt plug Jon had purchased for her.

Night’s eyebrows rose slightly as he held up the plug. “This is a bit big for a beginner, Jon.”

“Then you better make sure she’s ready for it.” Jon knew his tone sounded harsh, but he was holding on to his sanity by a thread. Her pussy was throbbing around him and as he glanced into her face, he could see she was tempting him on purpose. “You little wench,” he said through gritted teeth.

She giggled then looked over her shoulder toward Night. “Do it right and I’ll take care of
that
with my mouth.” Her eyes traveled to Night’s ever-thickening erection.

Night gave her the bad-boy grin Jon had seen lure one woman after another during their adult years.

“Beauty, I do everything right.” Night waved the butt plug in front of her and Jon felt her body tense for a moment. “But I don’t think you want me to rush this job, so stop looking at my cock like that and please—dear God—don’t paint a picture of your lips locked around it for me. I’m doing a pretty good job fantasizing about that sweet mouth of yours on my own. Now hold still.”

She tensed slightly as Night was introduced her to the butt plug. Jon had to admit it was larger than he should have bought, but he knew once he decided to take her ass there would be no going slow. She moved slightly and then he felt it. Night was driving the plug into her at a pace that would test a saint’s patience. Jon watched her face closely, ready to cry halt if he noticed the first sign of distress.

“Jon, talk to me buddy.” Night was worried about her as well.

“She’s fine, Night. Just fine.”

“She’s also right here.” Her tone, though breathless, was strong. “If you want to know if I like it or hate it, Night, you can ask me.”

“So…” Jon felt Night shove the plug in an inch or two more before he finished speaking. “Do you like it or hate it?”

“Neither.” Jon felt Night stop and then her body trembled with laughter. “I
love
it. I can’t wait until it’s you inside me.”

Her words seemed to stir up Night’s intense longings even more and both Carly and Jon gasped as he pushed the plug in to the hilt. “What did I tell you about painting those pictures, Beauty?”

Jon felt his last tether of patience break and he began to thrust into her pussy, the plug lodged in her ass making her even tighter. He felt the bed give way slightly around his head and he saw Night kneeling to his left, driving his erection into her lovely mouth. She worked both of them like the conductor of a fine symphony. She rode his cock while sucking his friend’s deep into her throat. He had a ringside seat to both shows and while his mind longed to stay and watch every act, his body was definitely ready for the big ending.

With two more hard thrusts, she began shuddering with her own release and his balls tightened. Jon erupted, emptying himself deep inside her quivering body. He’d just begun to come down when he heard Night’s release and he watched her throat work around his friend’s cock, swallowing every drop.

Carly lay staring at the ceiling as the sound of light snoring came from both sides of her.

What the hell am I doing?

She was lying in bed between two men and she’d had sex with both of them. Dear Lord, she still had their butt plug lodged in her ass. She squirmed slightly and considered taking it out.

The thought of Night and Jon punishing her for doing so almost dared her enough to do it. She shook her head.

I’m a sex maniac. There’s something completely abnormal about me.

Fact was, the longer she lay here, trying to work up some feeling of guilt or remorse for her actions, the more she wanted to wake the two men and get act two underway.

She’d always suspected she had a bit of a submissive side when it came to sex. She’d read lots of books and had come across more than a few erotic ones that described domination. They’d always left her feeling needy and hot and completely unsatisfied with the lukewarm sex she and Adam had. Her first night with Jon was the first time she’d ever had an orgasm without having to help it along with her own hand. Adam sort of fell into the sexually selfish category and she’d learned early on that if she wanted any satisfaction at all, she had to take care of it herself.