LaceysGame (5 page)

“Stop thinking about him,” Lou muttered as he slid the black
leather cuffs around her wrists.

She shot him a look through her lashes. “Who says I’m
thinking about anybody but you?”

“I know you.” Lou sighed, dipped his head and stroked his
lips down the curve of her neck. “Ever think how much easier our life would
have been if you would have just fallen madly in love with me?”

Lacey laughed, arched her neck over. “I did that…and it was
wonderful. Until I realized that you and I are just a little too much alike and
that you’ll never stop playing games.”

“No.” He gave her wrists another tug, checked to make sure
the leather wasn’t biting into her flesh. “I’m all about playing games and you
know it.”

“Yes.” She continued to stare at the reflective glass in
front of them. Normally, her breath might have hitched at the sight. Lou knew
how to set a scene—it was dark in there. Nothing but a chair and the lights and
a single mattress. It had a gritty, almost dirty look to it, but it wasn’t. Lou
was too fastidious for that. It screamed raw and rough, but if she knew
anything about Lou—and she did—the bed would be comfortable, the sheets would
be clean, as would the chair. “What’s with the glass?”

He shrugged, stroking a finger down the front of her chest.

Lacey shivered. Under his touch, her nipple puckered and
stabbed against the lace of the bra.

Dipping his head, he closed his mouth around it and she
groaned. “It’s going to be wet for your pictures.”

“I want you wet.” He reached under the hem of her skirt,
cupping the heat of her in his hand, grinding the heel of his palm against her.
He was rough and quick and the touch brought a cry to her lips. “They’re for me
anyway. I want you turned-on, ready to fuck…”

Lacey gasped as he pushed a finger inside her.

“Ah…yes. You’re hot. Hot, wet, slick…that’s how I want you.”
She was gasping by the time he lifted his head and she wouldn’t have minded if
he decided to try the bed out.

But instead, he moved away and went to his bag. She watched
as he checked his phone, punched something in.

Scowling, she tugged at the restraints on her wrists and
then glanced around. The scuff of leather on wood had her looking back up and
the sight of the strips dangling from his hand made her belly twist. Heat
drenched her.

“You game?” he asked quietly, lifting the gag.

Gags didn’t always do it for her. Sometimes she wanted to
scream. Sometimes she wanted to be the one asserting the dominance…and it was a
fight to get Lou to let her. When he did, it made it that much fulfilling.

Today, though, she needed more. A lot more.

“I’m game for whatever the hell you want to do,” Lacey said,
her voice raw and rough. And she’d never meant anything more.

“You sure you mean that?” He shot the phone one more look
and then tossed it over to his stuff, where it landed squarely on the bag.

“Yes.”

A strange little smile tugged at his lips and he went to the
door, flipped a series of locks. “Just in case,” he said. “Sometimes I let
others use the studio but I don’t want my shots getting fucked up.”

Somehow, even as he said it, Lacey knew he wasn’t being
straight up with her. But she was too focused on the ball gag he held, too
focused on the distractions she knew he’d provide. So it didn’t matter. Wasn’t
as if she hadn’t ever done shoots around others before.

Even in her tramp wear, it wouldn’t get to her.

He slipped the gag into place and she blinked, startled. It
wasn’t the ball gag she was expecting—it had an open area in the middle,
hollow. He stroked his thumb down her jawline, touched the bottom edge of the
gag.

“We could have fun with this,” he murmured.

Heat gripped her but he didn’t do anything, just turned away
and went to the cameras he’d already set up.

She stared at him.
Are we going to have fun with this?

As though he’d read her mind, he grinned. “Don’t worry. I
plan on having a lot of fun…in a few minutes.”

Brogan stared at the house.

This wasn’t where he’d found Lacey and Lou before.

It was an old house, well done, with a sign in front—
Light
& Shadow Photography
. Below it in simple block font was Lou’s name. And
there was his truck in the driveway.

On his phone, he had another photograph. Lacey. Seated in a
simple, ladder-backed chair. Hands bound. An O-ring gag. And a look in her eyes
that made his gut burn. Was it his imagination or did he see hunger there?
Need? And that
real
light that came from those who needed this?

Jerking the key from the ignition, he climbed out of the car
and started for the house.

When Lou stepped out from behind his camera, Lacey tugged at
the cuffs and shot him another look.
You ready to stop playing yet?

He smiled at her.

“You know me too well.” He came up to her and said, “Turn
around. Over the damn chair.”

The harsh sound of his voice danced through her like heat
and satin, rubbing against her skin, so soft and so sweet and so wonderful.
She’d missed it. She’d needed this… Too bad this wasn’t exactly who she’d
longed to play all these sorts of games with. Turning around, she braced her
bound hands against the seat of the chair.

Then, a startled moan escaped her as he shoved the sorry
excuse of her skirt up over her ass and spanked her. Hard. A series of stinging
slaps left her reeling and she barely had time to catch her breath before he
had unzipped his jeans, sheathed his cock in a rubber and was inside her.

But the surprise of the abrupt invasion, the deep thrust of
his cock, his sudden, demanding possession were nothing compared to the shock
she felt when he bent over her and whispered, “Look up, my little slut. Come
on, Lacey…look up.”

She looked up.

The sight of Brogan standing at the thick pane of glass was
a brutal shock—one that aroused her so viciously she climaxed the very second
their gazes locked.

Shuddering from the intensity of it, her knees trembling,
her pussy milking Lou’s cock, she stared at the man on the other side of the
glass, his gray eyes all but black. So stunned and burning with heat, a heat
that just about drowned out the shock. Just about…but not quite.

Lacey wished she didn’t have the gag in place. She might
have yelled. Might have cried.

Lou stroked a hand down her spine, then up, fisted a hand in
her hair, gently easing her body up—he did it slow, giving her a chance to
resist if she wanted. Lacey glared at Brogan through the glass and twisted her
hips, riding the ridge of Lou’s erection, wishing she’d taken control—if she’d
known he was coming…

“He thinks you can’t take what he is,” Lou murmured in her
ear. “Thinks that since you look so sweet and innocent, that’s what you are.”

She felt his hands moving behind her head. “Are you sweet and
innocent?” he asked as the gag fell away.

“No.” She wiggled her jaw a little before letting her head
rest on Lou’s shoulder. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the
lace of her bra, and she didn’t need a mirror to know what sort of image they
probably presented. “I’m about as sweet and innocent as he is…but you can’t
tell him that.”

“Bend over again for me.”

Something struck the window. Lacey smiled as she stared at
Brogan—he hit it again.

Then Lou was gone.

Instinctively, she clenched her thighs against the emptiness
inside her and looked back over her shoulder. Shit. No wonder he’d been toying
around with the damn camera…he’d only brought the one, it looked like.
Everything else in that damn bag had been toys. Toys of the sex variety and nothing
else.

The silk whip hanging from his hand made her eyes widen.

There was another slam against the glass. She flinched and
immediately wished she hadn’t. Swinging her head back around, she stared at
Brogan.

The first light touch of the whip was almost a kiss. The
brief slice of pain came a few seconds later. She barely had time to catch her
breath before the next one landed, this time dancing so close to the crevice
between the cheeks of her ass.

“What else are you up for, Lacey?” Lou asked, bringing the
whip down again—harder this time.

She squeezed her eyes closed, gasping. Pain, sweet,
wonderful, burned through her. It clenched inside her and almost sent her to
knees.

He did it again. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Anything…” She opened her eyes, stared at Brogan through
the window. “I can take anything. I
want
everything…”

And as Lou threw the whip aside and grabbed her hips,
plunging inside her, she stared at Brogan. Wished it was him.

Lou used the whip as if he’d done it before.

Brogan wasn’t much for whips but he found himself staring,
torn between wondering how her flesh would look and wanting to kill that
bastard. But she loved it.

He could see the pleasure in her eyes and he watched her
trembling, arching her back and lifting up.

Fuck
.

“You want to come in here?” Lou asked.

Brogan wanted to go in there, all right. Go in. Beat him
bloody. Rip him away from the woman Brogan loved…needed…

He glared at him.

“You can figure out the locks,” Lou muttered, his eyes
downcast. The other man watched as he fucked Lacey. And Lacey watched Brogan.

Brogan watched the two of them. Yeah, he wanted to go in
there. Go in there, then go to his knees in front of her. Kiss that pretty,
swollen mouth, lick her lips and then jerk her against him…

Mine
—

Just staring at her made him think that.
Mine
.

“The code is 5615.”

Brogan closed a hand into a fist. His knuckles screamed in
protest—he’d already hit the window more than a few times but he didn’t care.
He’d go in there…

“You come in here, though, you play by her rules.”

Through the tangle of her hair, Lacey stared at him.

And she whispered, “My rules.”

Lacey stared in shock, dazed delight, in fear as Lou told
Brogan the code.

“My rules.”

He won’t… He’ll come in and start a fight, or he’ll
leave—

But he came in. Came to her.

Went to his knees in front of her.

Lacey swore, her fingers trembling as he cupped her face in
his hands. “Your rules,” he muttered. “What are they?”

“You’re willing to play by my rules now?”

He slanted his mouth over her lips and kissed her—it was a
punishing kiss, the kind of kiss she’d seen him give Grace, the kind of kiss
he’d never bothered to give to her. She was too soft, too fun, too innocent…

She was all but dying with the pleasure as he kissed her.

“What are your rules?” he asked again.

She swayed under the rhythm of Lou’s thrusts, rhythmic and
deep, her body burning, her heart aching…pounding. Something swelled inside
her. Hunger, so wild and raw and fierce… Lifting up, she braced her back
against Lou’s body and reached for Brogan.

With eyes that practically burned, Brogan came to her and
she was pressed between them. “Do I get what I want?” she demanded, averting
her face when he would have kissed her.

“Tell me what it is,” he snarled, capturing her face by the
chin and jerking her back to face him. As his mouth crushed to hers, he said it
again. “Tell me what you want.”

But when he went to draw her against him, she shoved him
back. Brogan obliged, moving back a few steps, and she continued to watch him,
her breath coming in rapid pants as she said, “Everything you can give me.”

Brogan started to reach for her but she shook her head. “No.
Not yet. We’re playing this my way.”

She’d waited for this for too long to rush through it.

Her mind spun in dizzying circles as Lou settled on the
mattress with her, Brogan still watching in taut, tense silence.

Lou hadn’t said much of anything over the past few minutes
and she knew why.

He’d set this up for her and now he was letting her call the
shots.

Considering how long she’d waited to get Brogan to realize
she wasn’t made for sunshine and rainbows and slow, sweet sex, it was bizarre
how nervous she was. The way he watched her wasn’t helping. Lou settled his
hands on her shoulders and leaned in, stroking his hands down her arms, his
thighs, bracketing hers as they sat on the edge of the bed. She could feel the
heated pulse of his cock against her back, and her pussy clenched in response.

Licking her lips, she tried to lose herself to the moment,
to the rush of sex and sensation that she’d known only minutes ago, before
Brogan had arrived, but the bliss was gone. Her hands clenched into fists, the
nerves trying to drown out everything else.

Lou leaned in, nuzzled her neck. The five o’clock shadow on
his face scraped against her sensitive skin and she shivered. He rubbed his
cheek against hers and then stroked his palms down the sides of her corset,
eased her upright. His fingers brushed against her corset and he murmured, “You
want to take this off?”

Her hands shook as she started to untie the laces, painfully
aware of the fact that Brogan still watched. She shot him a look from under her
lashes, and that alone sent a jolt of pleasure—and apprehension—hurtling
through her.

The nerves would swallow her whole.

Lou placed his hands on her thighs, his thumbs stroking over
her skin, and then stroked up and back, nudging her hands aside as he took over
dealing with the corset.

“How bad do you want to be today, Lace?” he asked, his lips
brushing her earlobe as he finished with the laces and then tugged off the
corset.

Cool air kissed her breasts, tightening her nipples.

“Hey, you said it was my rules.” She didn’t smile, though.

Lou slid one hand down the midline of her body, reached the
hem of her nonexistent skirt. Against her ear, he whispered, “Relax.”

Then he raked his teeth along her neck—any time he did that,
she also arched her neck, sighed…

This time, she sat there, her body all but frozen.

Nervous. She was too fucking nervous.

This was going to tank if he didn’t get her to relax, Lou realized.
If it went south, she wasn’t going to work up the courage to convince Brogan
that he was seeing her wrong. And that would just break her.

Brogan, the idiot, was just standing there. What the hell
was he doing? Waiting for an invitation?

Damn it, I gotta do everything
,Lou thought.
He gripped Lacey’s waist. So narrow and slim—he doubted she weighed anything
more than she’d weighed in college, probably less because when she was
depressed, she didn’t eat. Turning her, Lou caught her with one arm around her
neck and drew her in, pressed one hard kiss to her mouth. Her breath caught and
for one brief moment, her body relaxed.

“Your rules,” he muttered against her lips. “They aren’t
working. We’ll do your game, but my way.”

With one arm bracing her body, the other on her ass, he
carried her back to the chair. Behind him, Brogan muttered under his breath and
Lou glanced back at him. “You here to fuck her or just grumble?”

He really wanted to hit that bastard.

Brogan curled one hand into a fist, fantasized about doing
just that.

But then he stopped short. Watched as Lou put Lacey down. He
murmured in her ear and she stared at him… There was a look in her eyes, one
she’d never given Brogan before. And it was a punch in the gut to realize
something. He’d never given her a reason to look at him that way. It was a look
of trust. Complete and utter trust.

It was a look that said,
I know I’m safe with you.
Not
just physically, because Lacey knew that Brogan wouldn’t hurt her. Hell, he was
starting to realize he’d been
too
careful with her. Physically.

But emotionally, he had been careless.

He hadn’t given her the things she had needed.

The things she’d wanted and he hadn’t let himself see…

She was still staring at Lou with that expression on her
face as she went to her knees in front of him. The other man was wearing his
shirt, open down the front. Jeans with the fly open, his dick exposed, the thin
shield of the rubber still in place.

Brogan’s own cock jerked in painful, jealous misery as Lacey
went to lean in, but Lou stopped her, his hand fisting in her hair. Seconds
later, he was putting the gag back in place, that O-ring gag that stretched
lips wide and held her mouth open.

She looked so fucking hot, and when Lou went to push his
dick into her captive mouth, Brogan snarled in silent, jealous hunger. Tearing
his trousers open, he closed his hand over his cock and pumped.

Lou shot him a look. “I’ve got condoms in my bag, you stupid
fool. You going to deny yourself…and
her
?”

Lacey didn’t even look at him.

Her green eyes were locked on Lou. Damn it. He wanted her to
focus on him that way…to feel him…

Swearing, he strode across the room and tore through the bag
until he’d found the box of rubbers. Tucked in on the side. After he’d torn one
off, he held it between his teeth as he fought with his shirt and kicked off
his shoes. Lacey’s hair was fisted in Lou’s hand, the red-gold strands twisting
in crazy little spirals. Brogan loved that hair…loved seeing it on his pillow,
spilling out over his thighs…loved it…

Shit
.

He ripped the condom open as he crossed the floor and knelt
behind her.

She tensed as he touched her and Brogan thought his heart
would crack. Bending over, he rested his head on her spine, felt the movement
of her body. From under his lashes, Brogan saw that Lou had shifted his grip,
both hands on her head now, urging her on so that he was fucking her mouth.

“I should leave,” Brogan rasped.

He didn’t belong here…not with her. Not anymore. And even
though he wanted to rip her away, keep her close to him and keep everybody else
away
, it wasn’t Lou’s fault. The man knew things about Lacey that Brogan
hadn’t ever let himself see.

Lacey reached down. When her fingers closed around his
wrist, drawing his hand up, he almost pulled away. This just wasn’t working…

But she’d tried to guide him before. And he’d only
halfheartedly gone along, so convinced he knew what was best. And he’d been so
damn wrong.

When she lifted his hand to her breast, he plumped the soft,
full little globe in his palm and groaned, tweaking her nipple, toying with it.
She squeezed his fingers—pushing him to be rougher, harder…

Lou was already doing that, moving with a force that would
have scared a lot of women.

Lacey was making hot, wild little sounds in her throat.

Brogan pressed his mouth to her neck and closed his eyes,
pinching her nipple. With his other hand, he hooked her skirt, pulled it up,
baring her ass. She pushed her rump back against him as he slid two fingers
inside her sex and twisted them, screwing them in, then out.

“That’s it, Lacey…take my dick. Swallow it… Fuck, that’s my
girl,” Lou said, his voice dropping a little, his breathing a bit more ragged.

My girl
,Brogan thought.
She’s mine
.

Lou drove against her harder, deeper. “More,” he snarled.

Lacey whimpered and Brogan felt her clamp down tight around
his fingers.

Swearing, he pulled them out and tucked the head of his cock
against her gate. She made a startled sound as he started to push inside. The
feel of her, tight and hot and wet, closing around him like glory, had him
snarling low in his throat and he tried to hold back even as she pushed down on
him and started to ride him.

“That’s not going to do it, man. She wants fucking, not a
walk in the park,” Lou said.

Brogan shot him a dark glare. “Shut up.”

Lacey twisted again him, her pussy tight. Then his eyes all
but crossed and rolled back in his head as she reached down and back, cupped
his balls and twisted.

“Fuccccckkk….” He growled, holding still as the sensation
rolled through him.

“That’s the—”

Brogan drove deep inside, tunneling deep, and Lacey locked
down around him.

Her spine arched and he withdrew. “You want all of me?” he
snarled.

She tensed, tearing away from Lou.

He lunged, driving back into her again. “Take it all, damn
it.
All
of me.”

A harsh, breathless noise left her as he flexed his hips and
buried his length in her, again. And again.

She climaxed once.

He didn’t stop.

She groaned and when he banded an arm around her, she
covered it with her own, her nails digging into his skin. Each small prick of
pain was a glorious little pleasure and the feel of her cunt gripping his cock
almost made up for the days he’d spent without her.

She climaxed a second, then a third time.

He pulled out, picked her up and carried her to the bed. He
tore away the gag, tossed it to the side. He had to hear her scream for him,
had to hear his name on her lips.

Her eyes wide, he came down on top of her and drove inside.

“You wanted it all, Lace,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Be careful what you wish for.”

Curled up between them on the mattress, Lacey held her
breath, terrified to open her eyes.

Sometimes a dream was just too good to let it go, and she
was terrified that was what this was.

A dream.

A very hot, wonderful dream…
Be careful what you wish for
,
Brogan had told her.

Yeah, because you can wish and then it falls apart and you
realize it wasn’t real anyway.

Swallowing the ache in her throat, she tried a pep talk.

This
felt
really real.

Her body hurt the way it did only after really good, hard
sex.

And she felt
two
warm, male bodies. That was a new
experience. She’d never had a threesome before. Well, they hadn’t exactly done
much threesome stuff… The oral she’d given Lou, did that count for threesome
material?

Somebody shifted behind her and the arm around her belly
tightened.

Lips brushed down her neck and she shivered.

“You awake?”

Her eyes flew open.

That was Brogan.

Oh hell.

This really had happened.

Lou was watching her, a faint smile on his face as he
touched her cheek.

“Yes,” she whispered, blood rushing to her face.

Brogan pushed his knee between her thighs and she groaned as
his cock cuddled up against her ass.

Biting her lip, she arched and rubbed against him,
whimpering as he sank between the cheeks of her rump.

“Careful, Lacey.” His voice was a low, deep growl, the words
spoken against her ear. “You remember what I said, be careful what you wish
for.”

She turned her head and stared into his eyes, feeling him
throbbing against the sensitive flesh. Then, without blinking, she reached down
and exposed herself, arching against him. He rocked against her, pressing the
head of his cock against her back entrance, planting his elbow against the
mattress for leverage. “You want to play that game?” he demanded.

“I’ve tried to tell you a hundred times. I want everything
from you.”

Lacey lay with her body weight balanced between her knees
and one hand. Lou lay underneath her, rocking inside her with one hand fisted in
her hair. His other gripped her rump, pulling open and exposing her.

Anal sex was one of her favorite wicked pleasures. She loved
it.

A ménage was one of her wildest fantasies.

And now she was going to get both.

With Brogan…

She felt him approaching—even though she never heard him,
she knew just before he touched her that he was there.

Anal sex with him was almost too much alone. Having it with
Lou’s long cock already buried inside her…