Owned for Christmas (11 page)

“Everything fit in the top drawer.” A question resided in Daniel’s voice but he didn’t ask it.

But Kate knew exactly what Grant had in mind. And a shiver skated through her body with the idea.

Grant rolled off the mattress then walked around the bed to the dresser. After only a couple of minutes of searching through the drawer, Grant removed two black neckties.

“On your stomach, pet,” he commanded, walking toward the bed with a wicked glint in his eyes. Fear wiggled down her back. The unknown turned her muscles to lead. There was no way to know how far he’d go, or how Daniel would react. It took all the bravery she had to obey him and turn over onto her belly to spread herself out across the mattress. Even though she knew there would be a reward for obedience, it still took tremendous effort to do as he said with Daniel watching.

“Good,” Grant praised.

Her entire body heated and her stomach somersaulted at his compliment.

She reached over her head, knowing what came next. She’d done this many times before and knew what Grant expected. Yet her body still shook with anticipation, excitement, even a bit of dread.

With a few quick flicks, he entwined the neckties around her wrists and knotted them to the bed frame. She jerked on her arms, checking the tightness of her bindings. They didn’t give an inch. She really was bound, unable to run away, and her head spun at the truth. She shifted her legs, squeezing her thighs together. A deep ache settled in her pussy.

She had to be a deviant to be turned on by this. She glanced over her shoulder to where Grant stood. She might be a deviant but at least she’d found someone who was just as disturbed as she was. She glanced to the other side of the bed where Daniel sat, staring down at her with big, concerned eyes. And she’d found someone who loved her. Grant brushed his hands along her wrists and fingers as he finished the knots. Maybe she’d found
two
men who loved her.

“How does that feel?” Grant tugged on the neckties, testing their hold. He slid his finger along the bindings, checking to see their proximity to her skin, how much room they gave her to move. “Any pinching or tingling?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Excellent.” He combed his fingers through her hair, sending little shivers down her spine. He gathered her long locks in one hand, twisting them together and pushing her head to the mattress. The new position forced her ass farther into the air, presenting it to him. Her breathing sped up and her clit throbbed.

A rustle of fabric at her side drew her attention and she turned to watch Grant as he shrugged out of his shirt, his chest bare and rigid with muscle. A sheen of sweat covered his body, giving more definition to his hard abs. Dark hair spotted his skin, decorating his stomach and below his belt buckle. Kate swallowed, her mouth watered, and she wanted to lap up the sweat from those defined muscles, to lick down that trail and explore what lingered below his belt.

Grant smiled, noticing her inspection and obviously enjoying it. “Like what you see?”

“Always, Sir.”

Whether out of jealousy for her ogling Grant or a desire to join in with their play, Daniel stood up from the bed and started to undress as well, his movements uncertain. His body wasn’t as big or as muscular as Grant’s, but was still a beauty to witness. Springy hairs dotted his chest and were nearly as blond as the hair on his head. These men were both stunning, and more than she deserved.

When Grant and Daniel both unbuckled their pants at the same time, pushing their jeans down their hips, Kate almost swooned.

Grant smiled, walking toward her in a confident saunter. The kind that said he was not just a man but also a Master and he knew what to do with a bound, aroused woman.

“I’m going to go slowly with you this time. I know it’s been a while for both of us.” He cast a glance over at Daniel. Kate read the unwritten words in his gaze. He didn’t want to push Daniel too far. He didn’t want to scare his brother into ending this before either of them were satisfied.

“If you ever want me to stop, say your safe word and I’ll stop immediately.”

She nodded. He was stating this for Daniel’s benefit. She knew the rules. She trusted Grant to abide by them, though she’d never had to test that confidence.

“She might need you,” Grant spoke to his brother. “You should get on the bed and hold her.”

Surprised, Kate glanced over at Grant. He’d punished her many times and she’d never required someone to hold her before. Then again, nothing about this night was the same as before.

Daniel nodded, crawling onto the bed beside her. He spread out along the mattress and turned toward her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding onto her tightly. She wanted to curl into him, nuzzle into the comforting hollow of his throat, but she couldn’t shift toward him in her bindings. The knowledge that she couldn’t move as she wanted to further frustrated and excited her.

“I know your safe word is usually ‘daisy’.” Grant pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his rough fingers scraping along her cheeks. “That’s her favorite flower,” Grant tossed over her shoulder for Daniel.

But Daniel knew that. He’d given her a whole pitcher full once.
It seems the male chest-beating isn’t completely over yet.

“But today, I want your safe word to be ‘misery’, because that’s what I’ve been in without you,” Grant admitted.

He kissed her shoulder blades—her shoulders quivering and tingling beneath his soft kisses—the delicate touch so unlike Grant before sex. Afterward, he could be sweet as honey, but before it, he was stern, hard, demanding. Surprisingly, she liked the change.

She almost whined when he pulled his hand back. A chill raced through her. Then he smacked her ass, hard. She sucked in a deep breath. Pain and heat flared across her skin. Grant rubbed the spot he’d hit. The warmth of his swat raced through her, zipping up to her aching nipples. The sensation shot down to her pussy. Wetness trickled from her cunt and her clit ached for some of the same attention. Even after all this time, after all the pain and self-doubt, when Grant touched her it felt the same. He still drove her crazy and set her body on fire.

“Don’t make any noise, pet. We wouldn’t want Mom to hear us.” His husky tone slid down her spine like warm milk chocolate. Grant rubbed her ass cheek, and she let out a little moan of appreciation.

“Already you’re not listening, pet. I think a punishment might be in order. How about another stroke for every sound?” He pinched her sensitive ass, the sting flaring across her nerves, and she gasped at the pleasure of it.

Fucking bastard.
He knew she wouldn’t be able to play without making noise. This was just going to lead to more punishment. And that’s exactly what
he
wanted.

She dropped her head. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain, offering her some protection. She couldn’t look at Daniel. The embarrassment was too great. She’d never intended to show him this side of her. This desperate side of her that demanded to be spanked, fucked, dominated.

But Daniel wouldn’t let her escape. He pushed the hair back from her face, his touch calming. He ran his thumb across her cheek, her nose, her chin, all the while looking up at her with his big, innocent, honey-brown eyes.

“Do you like this?” Daniel asked, a touch of hurt in his voice.

“Answer him, pet,” Grant growled behind her, landing another vicious slap.

She couldn’t lie to him. She couldn’t deny who she was anymore. She nodded.

Sadness crossed his features, almost taking her breath away.

“But I need
you
too,” she quickly added. “I need you touching me. I need your hands on me.” She released the words through almost-gritted teeth as Grant spanked her again.

“Thank God.” Daniel skimmed his fingers down her chest then stopped at her breasts where he cupped them in his big hands. “Because I wasn’t planning on just watching.”

Chapter Seven

Daniel plucked and twisted her tortured nipples. She quaked beneath his touch, demanding release, and though she knew Grant wouldn’t allow it—he never did this early in their play—she needed to come.

She arched her hips, searching for anything she could rub her aching clit against. The sheets. A thigh. A pillow. Something to give her a little relief. But in this position, she couldn’t find anything.

The son of a bitch has tied me this way on purpose.
She’d be really pissed off if it wasn’t turning her on so much.

She whimpered, and Grant smacked her ass again—two quick slams that had her whole body shaking. Need raced through her, almost painful in its intensity. But the sensations were so damn good she thought she might faint.

“Not so fast, pet.” Grant rubbed her ass, attempting to calm her, but it only excited her. It was too much and yet she had to have more. “You don’t come until I say so.”

He slapped her exposed pussy. Pain and pleasure swirled together, overwhelming her in one fast, wicked wave. She moaned, releasing a keening noise from deep in her throat. Daniel looked over at the door. She was trying to restrain herself—she really was—but when Grant tortured her like this, it was impossible for her to control anything.

“She’s making too much noise.” Daniel looked back and forth between the two of them and the door. “Mom’s going to hear.”

“Then go get something to gag her with.”

Daniel got up from the bed. He looked at them, almost as if he were afraid to leave her alone with Grant. Kate understood why. She lifted her head, nodding to him. She’d be okay with Grant. She always had been before. Daniel nodded back to her, before racing to the door and out of the room in only his birthday suit.

“You always were a screamer,” Grant whispered into her ear once they were completely alone, his body pressed against hers.

He kissed the back of her neck, sucking on her nape. He dragged a finger down her back, along her spine and between the split of her cheeks. He brushed against the puckered opening of her ass with his thumb and she shivered. Her legs trembled beneath the caress.

“At the club, I loved it. All those other Doms could hear how my punishment pleased my sub.” He clasped her ass, massaging her sore cheeks in his strong hands, the pain of the friction pushing her higher.

He continued his explorations, groping between her legs. He swept a finger along her folds, teasing her engorged clit. She whimpered as he pushed the digit deep inside her, trying her best to stifle the sound.

“I never thought I’d see the day I’d want to smother those screams.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth then bit down. He flicked his tongue across the edge of the lobe. “I guess there’s an exception to every rule.”

Like his mother sleeping in a room down the hall.

He pulled his finger from her pussy, quickly replacing it with three more. She clamped her mouth shut, holding back the wail that threatened to roar from her, as her body stretched around his fingers. Her cunt clenched hard, the sensation jolting up her spine like a bolt of electricity. She pulled on her bindings, flailing beneath the power of his touch.

She leaned her head down on the pillow. Grant moved his fingers faster, in and out of her pussy. The world around her turned hazy. She thought she heard a chuckle behind her, and her stomach tightened further. He was enjoying this, bringing her so close to coming, but not letting her go over the edge. And she couldn’t even scream at him.
The damn bastard knows it.

Daniel returned, treading to her side in three long strides, a large smile across his lips. He held out a stocking, the red and green knit fabric the same as the ones Gale had hung around the fireplace yesterday. Kate smirked.

“It seemed festive,” Daniel joked with a glint in his eye. If she’d been in a different position, she might have laughed too. But just then, Grant thrust a finger into her rectum too and she rolled her eyes back in her head. She locked her jaw, trying to keep the sounds inside but knowing she came up short.

“Only my little brother would bring a stocking to a sex orgy.” Grant laughed. It had been so long since she’d heard that sound. The noise filled her insides with a different kind of warmth.

Daniel grinned too. The two of them laughing and joking together eased some of the worry from her heart. It was almost hard to remember they’d been fighting each other over her only a few hours ago.

Maybe we can make this work?

After just a few moments with the two of them touching her, exploring her, pleasuring her, it didn’t appear an option anymore. She needed both Daniel and Grant as much as she needed air and water. They had to find a way to work out the rest of this situation. They just
had
to.

Daniel took the remaining step to the bed, the stocking dangling from one hand, a determined look on his face. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he wrenched her head back and mashed his mouth with hers, his touch much rougher than before. It surprised
and
turned her on at the same time.

He kissed her hard, capturing the sounds of her cries between his lips. He explored her mouth with his tongue and her stomach tightened. As Daniel devoured her lips, Grant peppered her backside with slaps. Not hard spanks. Just enough to have her nerves shaking and her head foggy. The combination stealing what remained of her equilibrium.

Daniel eased back from her. The devious smile on his face set her heart pounding against her ribcage. “I have to have one more kiss.”

He tickled down her neck with his fingers, his touch driving her crazy.

“Now open wide,” he commanded. There was a glint of domination deep in his eyes.

Maybe there was a Dom buried in Daniel after all.

She opened her mouth. Thankfully, Grant stilled for the moment, allowing her to remain quiet long enough for Daniel to get the gag in place. Daniel positioned the knit between her lips and she clamped down on the stocking. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep her screams at bay.

She had only a second to catch her breath before Grant resumed spanking her. He alternated between slapping her ass and rubbing it. Her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched endlessly. It was torture and amazing. She shouted a string of curses into the sock.