Chains and Canes (27 page)

Remy and Daniel had each taken one of her arms. She was being guided toward the bed. They’d untied her? Had Daniel come? By the tension radiating off both of them, the answer was hell no. He was a bundle of barbed wire overlaid with concrete. Remy wasn’t much different.

“I did that.” Her voice was all squishy. “My poor lover boys.”

“What you on about?”

“You can barely talk. Daniel can’t breathe. Can’t walk any better than me. So tense. Oh, it’s lovely here. We need each other. Three together. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right. Whatever you say,
chère
.” He wasn’t taking her seriously, or he was ignoring her on purpose. “Daniel, help her lie back on the bed. Touch your girl. Her breasts, her flat stomach, her beautifully wasted expression.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Daniel’s words were abraded and clipped. He’d become the least articulate of their amazing little trio, which made Naya giggle again.

“There,” Remy said. “On top of her. Touch her.”

Hands without kindness roved over her body. She enjoyed the hard caresses from behind the curtain of her bliss. Daniel loomed above her, looking for all the world like a predator. Only he was a falcon on a tether, still Remy’s to control.

Remy knelt behind him. He shoved Daniel’s shoulders down and his hips down and his face down between Naya’s breasts. “Fuck her, boy.”

“Sir…”

Daniel was
pleading
. If he’d ever thought to choose one, he might’ve used a safe word. But not Daniel. Too proud. This was a contest of wills, and Naya only needed to float there on the softest pillows in history to see the contest play out.

Remy grabbed a fistful of Daniel’s hair, pulled, sank his teeth into Daniel’s neck.

“No,” Daniel shouted. He jerked away and shoved hard enough to nearly push Remy from the bed.

Remy laughed. “Our boy sure doesn’t like pain, Naya. Guess he’ll have to
do as he’s fucking told
.”

Daniel gasped. His eyes fluttered toward the ceiling. “Yes, Sir.”

Naya latched her hands around the base of his neck as he filled her again. How many times had Remy edged him? Daniel was half crazed. His rhythm was useless. Bucking. Shoving. His prick was heavy and his hips hit so hard. Naya was four seconds away from another orgasm when she saw two things in Remy’s hands: a condom and a bottle of lube.

“He’s gonna fuck you,” she whispered.

She came with such violence that Daniel cussed even louder than she did. His arms were shaking. Sweat glittered along his hairline and dripped down one temple.

“Hold still,” Remy ordered. “Now.”

He rolled on the condom. Naya rode the aftershocks of her release, with Daniel’s cock filling her as she’d never been filled. She watched Remy position himself. Two fingers of lube. Daniel’s hiss. Another masculine plea for mercy, but this one inarticulate, deep, as if dragged from the darkest part of his soul.

“This asshole is mine. Tell me, boy.”

Daniel growled, cussed, shook his head, grabbed Naya’s tit until she writhed beneath him. He pounded a fist into the pillow next to her head. “Yours. Sir.
Fuck
.”

Naya didn’t see it happen, when Daniel’s ass accepted a man’s cock for the first time. But she saw the moment painted across both of her lovers’ faces, heard it in their matched groans, felt it in the hard jolt of body on body on body as Remy pushed home.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Remy had fucked men before. He’d been fucked
by
men, though that wasn’t his first choice and he hadn’t let it happen for years. Yet he’d never experienced a moment like this. His cock was hip-deep in another man, who was fucking his freshly beaten fiancée.

Over Daniel’s shoulder, Remy watched Naya’s face. Her cheeks were soft, her lips slightly parted. The gleam of her teeth matched the shining whites of her eyes. She was…freed. Open. Flying higher than Remy could take credit for.

So much of it was just Naya, her beauty and the total release she was capable of finding.

Remy envied her. He envied Daniel too. They were both so trusting in a way Remy had never been able to return. Even as he dug his fingers into Daniel’s thick shoulders, Remy was focused—hyper-focused to the point that he could hear their tiny gasps over the roar of his own heartbeat. Naya flipped her gaze between Remy’s and Daniel’s mouths.

“Kiss her. She needs that connection. Needs to feel you all over.” He didn’t relax his grip on Daniel’s hard, straining body, but permitted him greater range of motion.

Their kiss was beauty. Magic to watch. They were light and shadow together, as Naya had choreographed. Daniel’s blond perfection contrasted with his woman’s dark beauty, their synchronized give and take.

Remy pushed deeper into Daniel’s ass, though he wouldn’t have thought it possible. He reached lower than the man’s lean waist and sank his fingers into Naya’s flame-hot back. She made a ragged sound into Daniel’s mouth.

“He feels good, Naya girl.” It wasn’t a question, and Remy didn’t expect an answer. Daniel was fucking her with a fresh return to rhythm, forward, then back onto Remy’s cock. Point and counterpoint. “So tight on my dick.”

Daniel shuddered. He hunched his neck until his forehead was on Naya’s shoulder. He didn’t stop moving. Didn’t stop driving into her willing body. “You’re the first.”

“I know.” Remy tweaked his grip in Daniel’s hair. “How’s it feel, boy?”

“Never…a boy again. A man. Fucked like a man…needs to be fucked.”

“Christ,” Remy whispered. He’d never thought words could undo him, but Daniel’s stripped, raw confession was damn close to making him lose control. “Now shut the hell up.”

Clench and release, clench and release. Remy wanted to believe they were only bodies. He was the hired help, brought on to give Naya and Daniel the spice they needed, kept longer than usual because he could dance. Maybe even because he’d shown some aptitude at running the dance company Daniel had wrapped in a bow for Naya.

His brain screamed at him that this was nothing more than excellent sex.

Except it
was
. The connection between them turned everything a brighter shade of sparkling. Remy’s festering, pummeled-in greed needed a balm, a comfort, because he wanted them both. He wanted this to continue. Not just for tonight.

He wanted to
keep
them.

He ought to count himself lucky. He’d been offered a long and lovely glimpse at the good life. What he was being given was more than most people ever imagined.
This is the best there can be
—said his lying mind to the heart that wanted more.

Remy tested his strength against Daniel’s by pulling up on those gorgeously muscled shoulders. That yank ended the lovers’ kiss. Then he sank his teeth into the nape of Daniel’s neck and bit.

Hard.

This time, Daniel didn’t resist. He simply…melted.

Daniel didn’t like pain, but maybe he was too far gone to care. Maybe he took it as Remy intended. It was ownership. It was holding on to what was in front of him. The pain was secondary. Naya moaned at the sight.

“Naya, your man is my lover. His ass clamps down on my cock every time he thrusts into you. It’s like I’m fucking you too. I know how goddamned good you must feel to him.”

“He’s barely holding on,” she whispered.

Daniel winced. His rhythm faltered, as if he wished she hadn’t said that.

“Is that true?” Remy knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Daniel say it. There
was
power in words. “Are you going to come soon?”

Remy could only see the corner of one of Daniel’s eyes as he forced them open, as Naya watched intently. They were bound together, with Daniel as securely wrapped as if he’d been the one cuffed and bound by chains.

Remy drew out, out more, until only the tip of his prick remained engulfed in that dark refuge.

“Tell me.” His voice sounded cold even to him. He’d hit that point. That pinnacle. He’d sacrifice his own pleasure for the greater pleasure of watching these two giving more than they ever had. That could be Remy’s reward and he’d be satisfied. He’d be…content. When was the last time he’d felt contentment, no matter how good the sex or how hard the session?

“Tell me,” he repeated, “or you’ll go wait in the corner. I’ll press your nose to the wall so you can’t even see me shoot my wad into this pretty, good little slut. We’ll both come. You won’t.”

“
Yes.
I’m close.” Daniel’s words spilled out, rushed and frantic and desperate. “Holding off. Barely. Trying, Sir. Christ…
barely
.”

He was a man at the end of his rope—and Remy had been the one to hang him there.

Now it was time to pry each finger loose and send Daniel spinning into the void. He wrapped his hands around the man’s neck, fingers spread around to his jaw and throat. The barest hint of rough stubble teased Remy’s fingertips.

“Stop.”

Daniel froze. Though he was admirably still, he was vibrating inside his skin. Naya mewled a protest, but it wasn’t her turn right now. Remy pushed in. Daniel’s cock was deep in Naya and Remy’s cock deep in turn. They were so closely bound together. Couldn’t get any nearer to each other. Everything and everyone held as one.

With one hand cupping Daniel’s taut throat, he trailed the other between his human toys. He scraped Naya’s breasts and around to her ribs. She possessed her own feminine strength, and she was his to command. He dug between her back and the mattress to find freshly cut welts. He traced his nails over the mottled skin, then dragged that bite up Daniel’s abs to his pecs.

He smiled at Naya over Daniel’s shoulder, where her half-spacey expression offered him a silly sort of encouragement. “And the next orgasm our Naya gets will be more than enough for her. Time to come down now, pretty
chère
. You can’t fly forever. We’ll be here for you when you start to fall.”

We?
What the hell was he promising?

But he’d said it and he’d meant it, if only for the look of wonder in her eyes.

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“And you, Daniel. You’ve been so very, very good. You get a reward.” He was ready to offer a cruel and double-edged gift for the man who’d taken more than Remy had ever inflicted on anyone—anyone other than the woman they shared. “You’re going to choose when and how.”

As if he’d lost his grip on the energy pounding through his sweating, hunched body, Daniel’s hips bucked. He jerked toward Naya, then back onto Remy, before he regained control. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Though I should warn you.”

Daniel looked over his shoulder. His blue eyes were hazy, but that didn’t keep him from offering up a smart-ass grin. Something remained of the man Remy wanted to break in two. “I still don’t like pain, Sir.”

“Not a punishment at all. A choice and a warning.” He softened his grip on Daniel’s flesh and Naya’s too, the better to contrast with his words. “You feel good now, yes, boy?”

Daniel nodded.

“You’re riding endorphins. Your body is so focused on pounding your girl that it’s only letting the good in.” He pinched Daniel’s ass, hard and fast, with no kindness in his touch. “See? Not even a flinch. I’m barely lubed here. When you come, you’ll realize how much this is hurting you. Your ass will jerk down on my cock, and it’ll feel like I’m fucking you dry.”

Remy paused a minute to let potential rocket through the room. Naya’s mouth turned up in a wicked grin. She liked this, liked seeing Daniel slam up against his boundaries like a car driving full speed into a brick wall. Maybe it was a private reward for all the times she’d discovered a new pleasure while he watched. Maybe it was just the sheer fun of it all.

Didn’t matter to Remy. He got all of this. He got Naya when they danced. And he got to push Daniel to the edge of sanity. Remy would steal every bit of sensation and count himself lucky when it ended.

“You’ll feel each inch, boy, and you sure as fuck know how big I am.” Remy petted Daniel’s wide shoulders, down his back where a sheen of sweat pooled in the twin divots at the base of his spine. “Or you can try to hold off. You can wait until after I’ve come. Then you’ll crawl off the bed, kneel there, and come on the floor for us to watch.”

Oh, Jesus, that hit some spot deep in Daniel’s psyche, because he moaned like an animal in pain. Remy had offered the perfect choice.

He licked the sweat at Daniel’s nape where he’d bitten. He liked that little wound of Daniel’s as much as he appreciated a hundred flogging strokes across Naya’s back. Intimidation and anticipation, together in one twitch of fear. Leaning closer, he whispered, “We’ll be so proud of you, Daniel, our sweet boy. No matter which way it goes. Isn’t that true, Naya?”

“Mmm. Lovely.” She laughed softly—a little manic. She was still flying, still up in the clouds that decorated her happy place. He grabbed her ass in both hands and aligned his fingers with the hot cane welts, but that was just him being greedy. His attention was practically play after what he’d put her through.

“Yes, Sir,” Daniel finally gasped.

“It wasn’t a yes-or-no question. It was an either-or.”

Daniel shuddered. His mouth opened on Naya’s neck, pressing wet kisses to her skin. Her head fell back on a long sigh.

“Don’t make me. Please. Sir. Just…do.”

“No, Daniel. Choose.” He stroked into that tight ass three hard, quick times. “You’ll say thank you, Sir, and tell me your decision, or I’ll use you as a footstool when I come all over the back of your head. Is that what you want?”

“No, Sir.”

“Then follow orders before I change my mind.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said as if by rote repetition. “I want to come in Naya. I want you to keep fucking me after.” He groaned between words as Remy started bucking in earnest.

“Tell me why.” Remy was panting now. Such a choice. Unexpected. But shit, just what he’d wanted: the unexpected.

Each of Remy’s thrusts pushed Daniel deeper into Naya. She moaned. Between their voices and the wet slap of flesh to flesh, the noise in the room amped up.

“I know why,” Naya said in a breathy, floating voice.

Remy chuckled. “Fine. You tell me.”