The Natural [Answers 3] (7 page)

“You haven’t buried it deep enough to not let it bother you.” Micah scooted his chair closer to hers and reached for her hand. “Come on, tell us.”

Hunter realized he was holding his breath and slowly let it out. “If she doesn’t want to talk, it’s okay.”

Micah whipped his gaze to Hunter. “In my opinion, it will be good for her to get it out in the open.”

Hunter felt anger rise up like bile in his throat. He had a strong sense of needing to protect Dawn. He knew underneath that confident shell she showed the outside world there was a part of her that was as fragile as a rose petal and just as easily crushed. “Well, in my opinion, it’s better to wait until she’s comfortable enough with us to reveal it herself without our prompting.”

“Guys, really, don’t argue over me.” Dawn reached across the table and rested her hand on Hunter’s forearm. “I’ll tell you now. It’s okay. Besides, that’s what I’m here for—therapy.”

Hunter gazed into her eyes, his heart clenching. He knew she was about to reveal something about herself she really didn’t want to. He placed his free hand on top of hers. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said softly, patting her hand.

* * * *

Dawn swallowed, her mouth dry and her throat tight. Hunter held her left hand sandwiched between his forearm and other hand. She grabbed her glass of champagne with her free hand and drank deeply. The water sluiced down her throat like an answer to a prayer. When she placed the glass back down on the table, she began to speak.

“It’s been a few years,” she began, her eyes trained solidly on the empty glass in front of her. “I was deeply in love with a man who was quite a bit older than me. When I say ‘deeply,’ I mean my world revolved around him. If I didn’t see him daily, I was lost.” She drew in a settling breath then let it out. The men surrounding the table were completely quiet, waiting for her to go on at her own pace.

“Well, one night,” she continued, “we had just had sex, and I was getting up from the bed when he told me he had been noticing how wide my hips were getting to be. I felt like I’d been slapped. I hadn’t gained a pound since we’d been together, and he knew the size of my hips was a sore spot with me. His comment hurt me so badly, I started to cry. And when I cried, he laughed and told me to stop being such a child.” She paused to take a shaky breath. Why it still bothered her, she had no idea. She cleared her throat and continued on. “He left me soon after, and I’ve never seen him again. Ever since then, I’ve never let someone get the upper hand over me. I don’t want to be in a position that I’m so vulnerable I’ll cry at someone’s offhand comment. I don’t want anyone to have the power to hurt me so quickly and easily.”

Hunter squeezed her hand. “We all get hurt at times. It’s part of life. We get over it and move on. That’s what you did, but you let it affect your future relationships and you shouldn’t do that. We’ll help you learn to let someone else take the lead.”

His voice was soft and soothing, and she felt her nerves settle as she listened to him. She vaguely wondered if he used his voice to hypnotize people.

“We use bondage to help people through situations like this, and since you’ve requested to learn about bondage in your questionnaire, we’re on the same page,” Wilder chimed in.

Micah placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for sharing with us. We’ll do our best to help you work through this.”

Dawn sighed, a sense of relief flowing through her. “I’m feeling better already.”

“Revealing some of your secrets gives you almost a sense of freedom, doesn’t it?” Micah raised an eyebrow.

She nodded. “Yes, it does.” She let out a little laugh. “Funny how you brought that up.”

He leaned forward until she could feel his breath against her ear. “Since you’re feeling a little freer, are you ready to learn about being submissive?”

Heat trickled through her veins, warming her body in all the right places. She turned her head toward him, their noses touching. “Yes, I’m ready.” Then she tilted her head and kissed him.

Dawn parted her lips and invited him inside. Micah didn’t hesitate, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked at him, moaning in deep in her throat. She could hear the other two men talking while Micah made love to her mouth with his hot, wet tongue.

“Should we continue this out here, or take her inside?” Hunter asked.

“Let’s go in. We’ll see how far she’s ready to take it,” Wilder replied.

“In the room?” Hunter asked.

“I think so.” Wilder walked to stand at her side, smoothing her hair back. “Come on, Dawn, let’s go inside and begin.”

Micah leaned back, breaking the kiss. His eyes flashed as he ran his tongue over his upper lip while his gaze stayed locked on hers.

Dawn was on fire, flames licking at her skin from the sizzling rush of lust that had invaded her. She wanted to get started and wanted it now. Without any more hesitation, she rose from her chair. Cupping Micah’s cheek in her hand, she ran her thumb over his lips once, then turned and walked toward the sliding glass door and on inside the suite.

She took only three steps into the living room before someone grabbed her arm and stopped her. “Oh!” She whipped around, surprised, and found Hunter standing there, his hand on her arm. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, noticing the serious look on his face.

“You’re acting like you’re the one in control again. You need to let us take the lead.” Hunter pulled her closer, taking her by both arms and pulling her to his chest. “This is sort of like a role-playing game, Dawn. We are the bosses, and you do what we say. You will be our submissive, is that clear?”

She took a deep breath and answered. “Yes, Hunter. It’s clear, but you need to understand I’m not used to this and may need some instruction.” Her tummy trembled at the thought of all three of them having their hands on her at once. It was a decadent fantasy and, she hoped, one that would be fulfilled today.

“We’ll give you orders, and you will follow them. Do you remember your safe word?” Hunter raised an eyebrow.

She nodded. “Vegas. That’s my safe word.”

He smiled down at her. “Then we’re ready to begin. If it gets to be too much, say the word, your safe word. Clear?”

She nodded again. Then next thing she knew, her robe was being removed from behind, and within seconds, she stood before them completely naked. She glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“There’s no one out there,” Wilder said, standing to her left. He ran one hot hand over the curve of her ass. “Besides, it wouldn’t matter if there was someone out there. If we want to see your lovely body, we’ll undress you whenever and wherever we please.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and raked it back from her ear. “And if we want to do things to your body,” he said, his breath warm and moist against her earlobe, “we’ll do them whether we have an audience or not. Agreed?” He ran his tongue from her earlobe down the side of her neck to her shoulder, causing her to shudder. “Answer me, Dawn,” he ordered, tugging her hair a bit.

“Anything, you’ll do anything you want, yes,” she said, her body coming alive with need. When Hunter released her arms and placed both hands on her breasts, she gasped, arching her back instinctively.

Hunter chuckled, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Oh we are already excited, aren’t we? I’ll bet you’re already wet. Are you, Dawn?”

She blinked, trembling. “Yes.”

“Good.” Hunter tweaked her nipples hard, sending shocks of electricity all the way to the back of her tongue. “Let’s move into the room where we can get really involved with each other.”

Hunter on one side and Wilder on the other, both of them holding her arms, they guided her into the room with the locked door. Once inside, the twins went to a cabinet and began gathering things from inside it. Micah closed the door behind them and turned to her. “You are a lovely woman,” he said, stepping toward her.

Dawn caught her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to keep her focus on Micah instead of looking at whatever the twins were removing from that cabinet. It was hard to do since she heard chains rattling metallically.

Micah stopped directly in front of her and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

Hunter handed something to Micah. It was black and she couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it only took a moment for her to realize its true use. Micah stretched out the material and smiled. “Close your eyes for a moment,” he said.

She did as he asked and felt him place the material over her eyes, fastening it in the back of her head. She reached up to touch it lightly. “A blindfold?”

“Yes, this way you’ll focus on what you’re feeling instead of what is happening to you,” Micah said. “There’s going to be quite a few other things attached to your body, and then you’ll be lifted. Don’t worry, we won’t drop you.”

The inability to see what they were doing made her nervous. The men began strapping things to her wrists, ankles, and even around her waist. Then one of them was standing behind her, and she felt someone else at her feet. She gasped a sharp intake of breath when her feet left the floor and she fell backward into the arms of the one behind her. Chains rattled, and someone let out a grunt, like he was doing something that took some effort. A moment later, the hands that were holding her horizontally let go, and she began to sway. She grabbed at the air, catching the straps that led from her wrist restraints in her hands and closing her fingers around them.

Her body was suspended from something, she had no idea whether it was the ceiling or not, and her arms and legs were spread widely as she swayed slightly in the air. “I’m a little scared,” she said, trying to shift herself but unable to do more than cause herself to swing wider. At least whatever was strapped around her waist helped support her back.

“No need to be scared,” Wilder said, sounding like he was on her right side. “We won’t allow you to get hurt. Now, not another sound out of you. Unless we ask you to make a sound, that is.” She felt him lean over her, and then a mouth closed over her right nipple.

Hands began to roam over her body, sliding over skin, plucking her nipples and delving into the sweet cleft between her legs. With every touch, she grew hotter, her body beginning to release a sheen of sweat. She wanted to moan but pressed her lips together to keep from making a sound.

The men moved around her until she didn’t know who was who, only that they were playing her body like an instrument for pleasure. Then she felt one of them slide beneath her. She must be near the floor but held high enough for someone to lie beneath her. She wasn’t sure of the positioning, the blindfold taking her completely out of her element.

“Dawn, we have you in the perfect position for all of us to explore your body to our heart’s desire,” Hunter said, somewhere off on her left. “Don’t worry about how we’ve ‘hanged’ you, you’ll be fine.”

She heard them moving about, and the one who was below her took her hips in his hands, steadying her. Someone crouched between her legs, and then a thick cock slowly invaded her pussy. She sucked in a breath, desperately wanting to moan her pleasure but knowing she wasn’t supposed to. The one below her spread her ass cheeks, and as the cock withdrew from her pussy, another one entered her tight ass from below.

Dawn jerked, setting her upper body swaying slightly. Hands caught her arms, steadying her.

Two rock-solid shafts fucked her in tandem, one delving deep in her pussy, the other sliding in and out of her ass. With both of them moving together, the pressure inside her was building, and Dawn wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold it in. The man at her shoulders stroked her hair and urged her to let her head drop back.

She was spread-eagle, head lolling back, two men fucking her, and now, a third touched her lips with his cock.

Oh yes, fill me completely.
All thought was abandoned, and she gave herself over to total sensory perception. She parted her lips and allowed the hardened shaft to enter her mouth.

Three of them, moving inside her, pleasuring her, and she was at their mercy. The combined movement and thought of them being in control of her caused her to go limp and allow her body to take over. It didn’t take long before her pussy clenched hard and she came with sparks flashing behind her eyes. She jerked in her restraints, almost convulsing in her passion.

The one at her head withdrew from her mouth, allowing her to gasp for much needed breath. She felt him come, the warm liquid washing over her shoulder and sliding around to her back. The other two men stiffened, groaning as they spilled their seed inside of her.

Dawn’s whole body tingled, buzzing with the aftereffects of not only her orgasm but theirs. She kept her eyes closed, her body relaxed while she tried to slow her breathing, taking small shallow breaths through her mouth. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the men began to untether her, their hands moving over her, keeping her from falling.

Totally unhooked from her bindings, Wilder removed her blindfold after they helped her to stand. He frowned at her. “Why are you crying, Dawn? Did we hurt you?” He used his thumb to swipe away her tears.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not hurt,” she said, smiling tremulously. “I’m happy. You three have helped me to see I can relinquish control and still be all right.”