SiNN (19 page)

Jake.

“Come on,” he said, “you’ve rested enough.”

His expression and tone held all sorts of decadent promise,
rather than any goodbyes. Despite his shower last night, he still hadn’t shaved
and his hair was barely finger-combed. He looked wickedly dangerous and
unbelievably male.

“Where?” Lea breathed.

“Don’t forget to bring my tie,” Toby shouted from the hall.

“I have it,” Jake called back.

Lea stared at the strip of blue silk dangling from Jake’s
hand. Damn. What did they have in mind? Rolling off the bed, she pressed her
length against Jake’s, loving how his cock responded by stiffening a bit more
against the inside of her thigh. She settled her mouth on his awesome tattoo,
then his throat, licking his stubble.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Where we going?” she whispered. “What are you guys planning
to do with me?”

“Everything.” On the heels of his promise, he cupped her ass
and squeezed, as though to remind her of last night’s punishment and what would
happen once more if she didn’t obey.

Lea’s knees gave out, sending her weight into him. “God,
this is nice.”
Don’t let it stop. Keep it going somehow.

Jake murmured, “Nice isn’t what we had in mind.”

He brought her into the kitchen. As opulent as the rest of
this place, it boasted a brick oven, pricey appliances and gold granite
counters. On the one nearest Toby were the makings for their breakfast—a
package of bacon, carton of eggs, pork sausage, bread, biscuits, cinnamon
rolls, butter, three kinds of jam.

“Put your hands out in front of you,” Jake said.

Was he going to tie her up so he and Toby could feed her?

“Now,” Jake ordered when she hadn’t moved.

Lea’s body went all tingly and warm at his deep, dominating
tone. She did as he asked. Jake looped the wider end of the tie around her
wrists, tying them securely, tugging on the knot. Using her binding as a kind
of leash, he led her to an area past the center island where copper pots and
pans had hung the day before.

They were gone now.

“Lift your arms above your head,” Jake said.

Lea glanced up, then right back down. The heat on her face
and throat told her how badly she was blushing.

“Think she needs another paddling?” Toby asked, arms crossed
over his chest, his erection jutting toward her.

“Later,” Jake answered. “When I’ve finished tying her up.”

Double damn. Torn between grinning in delight and whimpering
at what may be coming, Lea lifted her arms.

In no time at all, Jake had her secured to the overhead
fixture that once held the cookware. Stepping back, he studied Lea, domination
in his eyes.

The kind of look she imagined a female slave would have
received from her master when men had the right to pursue their basest pleasures.
Conquering, owning, whipping, fucking.

So many pictures filled Lea’s mind, she would have sunk to
the floor if not for being tethered.

Toby left the counter and moved behind her. What was he
going to do? His silence increased her expectation, causing her skin to flush
with more heat. She inhaled sharply at his fingers stroking her buttocks, which
he’d marked with his spanking.

Lea moaned, wanting more.

Jake obliged, spearing his tongue into her mouth, his hand
claiming her cleft. He kissed and masturbated Lea while Toby suckled her neck,
his fingers on her anus.

Too heavy to keep up, Lea’s arms sagged, tugging against the
tie.

Her men continued, dictating each sound she emitted, working
her body tirelessly until Lea was about as strung out as a woman could be from
her advancing climax.

Jake took just that moment to pull his mouth and hand free.
So did Toby. Offering no explanation or apology for not finishing what they’d
started, the men returned to the food.

“Unless you intend to hog it all,” Jake said, “I’ll have
some of the sausage.”

“I think I can spare you a piece. Lea, what do you want?”
Toby asked. “Bacon, ham or sausage?”

Was he joking? She wasn’t gasping for the fucking food. She
wanted him and Jake to do their goddamn duty and give her some relief.

“Maybe she’s not hungry,” Jake commented, checking out her
breasts and cunt like a fucking overlord would do with his property.

Lea stated the obvious. “Breakfast isn’t what I want.”

At just that moment, her stomach decided to growl. Loud and
long.

“Then again,” Toby said. With a long cooking spoon in hand,
he padded to her. “What’s it going to be?” He ran the utensil up the inside of
her thigh. “What’s your pleasure?”

Lea had to wait until the sensations in her legs and pussy
passed before she could speak. “Your eyes are really amazing.”

Toby’s forehead and cheeks went beet red.

Apparently no other woman had ever told him how awesome he
was, especially his absentee mom. “Bacon, sausage and ham,” she said.

“Huh?”

“What I’d like to eat…besides you and Jake.”

Toby’s spoon was on the move again, the business end of it
grazing her belly and the side of her breast. Not to be outdone, the crown of
his stiffened cock bobbed against her thigh. “All three, huh? Having trouble
making up your mind about what you really want?”

“Not at all.” Lea moved closer, until the tie stopped her.
She sighed. “I never had enough as a kid, so I eat everything I can now.”

Toby’s expression changed from aroused to surprised, then
dismayed. Jake had already left the counter. Stopping at her side, he rested
his hand chastely on her waist. “Your foster parents didn’t feed you?”

“Relax,” she said, offering a smile.

Neither of her men returned it.

Lea explained, “They didn’t single me out, all right?
Danielle and another kid they fostered were treated the same. The couple’s
biological kids were allowed to take whatever they wanted, but we—”

Toby interrupted, “They had their own kids?”

“Yeah. Four of them.”

Jake frowned. “They let their brats eat whatever they
wanted, but you and Danielle and that other kid couldn’t touch the food?”

“The state didn’t pay them enough,” she said. “They were
having trouble making ends meet. Danielle and I managed just fine. We hung out
at this pizza parlor after school. In return for cleaning up the tables, the guy
who owned the place gave us each a slice of whatever wasn’t selling well that
day.”

Toby stared. Jake muttered an obscenity.

“It was all right,” she insisted. “I got through it just
fine because of Danielle…she’s always been there for me.”

That didn’t brighten their expressions.

Lea could guess what they were thinking. Her throat
tightened, rasping her words. “I know I can’t call her, but will you guys make
certain she’s okay? That she doesn’t worry about me? Not anything so specific
that it would put her into danger,” Lea added quickly. “I don’t want that. But
it’d kill me to have her worry because of a bogus story from the cops. Can you
watch over her for a little bit too? At least until she gets over what’s
happened? That we’ll never see…” The rest of Lea’s words caught. She swallowed,
unable to continue.

Jake wrapped his arms around her, his caress tender. “We’ll
get the message to her, we’ll see that she’s safe, I swear.”

“Jake,” Toby said.

“There has to be a way,” he shot back. “And it will be done,
even if I have to do it alone.”

Aw shit. She’d told them too much and now they were going to
fight. “It’s okay,” Lea said. “I shouldn’t have asked. You guys can’t do the
impossible. Don’t argue. Please.”

“Hey, we’re not,” Toby assured. “We won’t. Promise.”

“That’s right.” Jake squeezed her gently before pulling
back. “We’ll work something out with Danielle. You have our word.”

She blinked back tears and managed a smile. “Thanks—what are
you doing?”

“Untying you,” Jake said.

Lea could see that. “Why?”

“So we can take care of you.” He kissed her cheek.

She’d gotten more passion from her foster brothers. Toby was
no different. Worry still pinched his face. He stroked her arm as a worried
mother would. Lea sighed. “I’m not going to break down, all right? You don’t
have to stop what you were doing or planning to do. Come on, let’s have some
fun.”

Released from the overhead fixture, her arms fell, along
with her spirits as Jake undid the knot and tossed the tie aside.

Bringing her to the kitchen table, he pulled out one of the
chairs. Toby went to the refrigerator and took out another package of bacon, no
doubt intending to offer the entire pound to her.

She fought tears at their kindness and concern. That’s not
what she needed right now. “You guys don’t have to be so nice. I’m all right.”

“Yeah, we know,” Jake said. He pulled out another chair,
positioning it so it faced the other. Like in a shrink’s office.

Lea made a face. “We’re going to talk?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jake said.

“No pressure,” Toby added.

Sure. If their expressions had been any graver, they would
have been crying.

Lea sank to the chair that faced Toby. “Really, I’m okay.”
I
want to play. I want to forget.

Jake took his seat and scooted it closer to hers. Oh shit,
they were going to talk. Lea sighed.

Jake grabbed her calves, lifted her feet and placed the
soles on his knees. Given that his legs were spread pretty damn wide, Lea was
exposed enough to please a connoisseur of smutty videos.

No shrink ever conducted business like this. Her toes curled.

“Scoot down,” Jake said.

Oh, she did, giving him the best show she could, even
holding her hands behind her head.

The way he stared at her breasts and slit said he approved
and wasn’t interested in conversation at all. Toby stopped draping bacon across
the griddle to come over and give her a lusty kiss, his whiskers scouring her
chin and cheeks.

Nice. Wrapping her fingers around his upper arm, Lea stopped
him before he could pull away. “You have your dad’s eyes?”

His blush returned. “My mother’s.”

“No kidding. I never noticed they were different colors in
her movies.”

“She had good directors.”

Lea grinned at him joking around. Something he probably
didn’t do very often.

Toby regarded her for a long moment, then gave Lea another
kiss, this one tender, almost appreciative, his lips so soft and searching she
moaned.

On his way back to the stove, Jake called out, “Toss over
the strawberry jam.”

“You want the bread too?”

“Nope, just the jam—thanks.” He screwed off the top and
dipped his forefinger inside. “You get to have this as a little girl?”

Lea couldn’t recall. Jake’s cock commanded all of her
attention. When she’d confessed about her experiences in foster care, his shaft
had deflated a bit. It was hard as stone now, the crown plump, almost maroon
from arousal and penetrating her so frequently yesterday. “What?”

Scooping out a bit of the jam, he ran it down the inside of
her thigh.

Lea flinched, not expecting how cold it would be.

“You okay?” Jake asked.

She cleared her throat and still sounded too husky. “You
bet. Don’t stop.”

“Neither of us will,” Toby said.

Lea looked over.

Jake smeared jam on her other thigh.

She smelled its sweet scent, along with her musk. Fighting a
shiver, Lea spread her legs a bit more, wanting the jam on her clit where Jake
and Toby would have to lick it off.

Capping the jar, Jake placed it on the table and leaned back
in his chair.

Surely he didn’t expect Lea to eat the stuff off her legs.
She’d performed as an erotic dancer, not a contortionist. “That’s it? You’re
through?”

“Get real,” Toby said.

Jake gave him a thumbs-up and turned to her. “When it comes
to strawberry jam I need to pace myself. It’s always been my favorite.”

Beneath his joke, Lea caught something else…something sad.
“You didn’t have it much as a kid?”

He appeared surprised at her question and shrugged as if it
were no big deal.

To Lea, it was. From what he’d told her that first night,
she knew he’d grown up without affection, at least from his stepdad. She hadn’t
suspected he’d also been as hungry as she’d been.

“Eat your fill now,” she offered.

“I fully intend to.”

His commanding manner was back, his previous concern for her
gone finally. Good. Lea didn’t want tenderness. She needed strength and
demanded satisfaction.

With his hand on her knee to keep her leg steady, Jake
licked the jam off the inside of her right thigh.

Lea’s head dropped back, hitting the edge of the high-backed
chair. Toby left his sizzling bacon and pinging oven to claim her mouth once
more.

God. Between his probing tongue and Jake’s lapping, Lea
couldn’t stop her shameless grunts.

This time, unlike the last, Jake didn’t stop. With one of
her thighs licked clean, he moved to the other. At the bacon’s loud popping,
Toby hurried back to the griddle. Good thing too. Lea really needed to gulp
some air.

It wasn’t enough. Her breath stalled at Jake smearing the
jam on her nipples, taking them into his mouth, suckling hard. His lips were so
satiny, his tongue so soft and wet, she shivered. All too soon, the tips of her
nipples were as sensitive as her clit. To her delight, he finally concentrated
on that part of her, dragging out her climax, his hands on her inner thighs so
she couldn’t bring them together.

The aroma of sex mingled with the fragrance of baking
biscuits, cinnamon rolls and cooking meat. For the rest of her days, Lea would
remember this each time she had breakfast.

She fisted her fingers into Jake’s hair, tugging it to make
him lick faster, harder, to give her some goddamn peace.

He bit the inside of her thigh instead and spoke above her
startled cry. “Behave.”