Unleashed (26 page)

“The second you twisted the cap off the rum
, you agreed to play. When your feet entered this room, you gave yourself fully to us, and you know it.” Ezra arches a brow, waiting for me to argue. Why would I argue, he’s right.

Ezra
straddles my waist while he buckles the cuffs. He leashes my wrists together and attaches them to the headboard. My body is thrumming, throbbing- thrilled with excitement. My eyes dilate and glaze over. I start to pant.

“Why
won’t you make love to me?” Ezra’s face softens as he asks, and it’s my undoing- I spill.

“I’m in
love with you,” I blurt out. Ezra gasps as he registers what I just said.

“And Cortez, why not him?”
Ezra stares me down, willing me to disobey.

“No!”
I disobey.

Ezra
reaches down and violently tears my tank top from my body- shreds it. “I’ll ask again, and Cortez, why not him?” Each time I say no, Ezra’s excitement elevates. It should make him angry, but it’s turning him on.

“NO!”
I shout.

Ezra
stands to allow Cortez to yank my pants from my body. I am completely naked- exposed.

“I’ll ask one more time.
And Cortez, why not him?”

I shake my head no.

Ezra and Cortez both grab an ankle and pull until I’m stretch tight from the wrist. Cuffs materialize from Cortez’s pocket. They each attach a cuff to the ankle they hold.

“Last chance, Kitty Kat, I mean it. Why?”
Ezra’s voice is rough and husky. It’s losing its smoky edge as Master Ez takes control. I still don’t answer. I can’t see where they would attach my ankles since there isn’t a footboard. I defiantly stare back at the pair of Ezes.

I watch as Ezra pulls open a drawer
, producing a length of cord. I stare, bewildered, wondering where they will attach it. Ezra snaps the cord, and then hands Cortez a length. They move in tandem with each other, both knotting their length to the metal ring on my ankle cuffs.

Ezra looks a silent ques
tion at me, raising one eyebrow. A question I don’t answer. An answer I haven’t admitted yet. It’s not that I love Cort. We already know that. They smirk in synchronization- creepy. I guess not answering is what they ultimately hoped for. Scary thought.

Slowly
, they thread the length of cord through the ring on my wrist cuffs and pull. “Oh shit, no… no… no, no, no. I’ll answer instead.” I rock my head back and forth on the bed flinging the pillows to the side.

They don’t respond
, just continue to pull, agonizingly slow, until my knees bend and my legs spread. They don’t stop until I fully open to them, ankles above my chest, and my ass is raised off the bed.

“I said I’d answer, damm
it!” I shout.

“It’s t
oo late for that particular punishment. But I will ask again or I will get even more creative.” Ezra’s voice is arrogant. It should piss me off, but it arouses me instead.

Cortez reaches back and grabs a riding crop from the open drawer. My eyes pop at
the sight. He hands it to Ezra laughing the entire time. “Ah- Kitten, you look so frightened, but we can see just how much you like this game.” His eyes skim down my body and concentrate on my cunny that’s very much on display.

“Shit,” slips past my lips.

“Answer or do you want a little pain first?” Ezra looks as if either option is fine by him as he waves the crop back and forth- taunting. Cortez no longer cares either way. He just wants to play with me like a fly under a magnifying glass- scorching me.

“I didn’t want to accidently fall in love with two of you, so that’s why I didn’t want to make love to either of you. It’s too late for that now...”

Ezra studies me for a moment. “Fair enough,” he sa
ys, and he shakes his head as if it’s futile, knowing that I would’ve fallen in love with both of them, whether we have sex or not.

“Ready,” Ezra says to Cortez.

“Hell, yes! We’ve waited long enough,” Cort says with obvious relief.

They strip in front of me
, and my eyes feast. Wet dreams come to life, standing before me as I look on in complete awe. My eyes drift down the front of them and I feel real fear at the sight. In all the excitement, I had forgotten what Cortez likes to call exquisite.

“Don’t worry. W
e’ll fit you like a glove. It fit before, whether we remember it or not. You’ll scream for more- over and over,” Cortez says as he stalks the bed, cock tauntingly swinging as he moves. “I want to taste her first, if that’s alright,” he asks Ezra.

“Kitty Kat will love that,” Ezra softly replies
as he settles next to me on the bed. Ezra takes my mouth in a tender kiss, coaxing my lips to open for him. I lose myself in the kiss. Ezra moans into my mouth, licking the roof of my mouth, creating a sensation I’ve never experienced. I thrash in my binds, wanting to touch the both of them.

A wet line runs up my thigh. I feel a growl vibrate against my skin.
The sensation has me breaking my kiss with Ezra to watch Cortez make his way up my thigh. I lift my head as high as I can, almost folding myself in two. Cort watches me from underneath his eyelashes as the tip of his tongue touches me- soft, wet, silky. “Ah!”

Ezra bites my nipple hard. A scream rips from my throat from the combin
ation of Ezra’s teeth in my flesh and Cortez’s mouth sealed around my clit while his fingers invade me- opening me.
I lay panting as Cort climbs my body until he has access to my mouth. He devours me, makes me taste myself on his lips and tongue. Another tongue joins the kiss and I startle. Ezra kisses us both- a three-way kiss. I didn’t think it was possible. The sensation of two sets of lips and two tongues against mine is almost criminal. I don’t know if I can ever go back to normal after this.

“Unhook me,” I beg. “I want to touch you both. Make love to me, please,” I cry out.

“Not yet, Katya,” Ezra’s husky voice soothes. “Cortez wants to fuck you, then I will unhook you.”

“Please,” my voice is a mixture of
begging, pleading, and crying.

“It’s not what you want, but
what you need,” Ezra councils.

“God! Fu
ck you, Ezra! I need and fucking want. Give me what I fucking need! Damn it!” I scream at Ezra. Before the
it
leaves my mouth, a sharp, stinging swat hits my erect nipple. I scream from the pain.

“There, you
asked for that. You needed it.” Ezra’s voice wavers from anger.

Cortez looks at us
, open-mouthed in astonishment. He lifts his head towards the ceiling and howls a laugh. “OH MY GOD! That was fabulous. Do it again, Kitten. I’ve never seen Ezra lose his shit.” He laughs more. As I cool down, I can’t believe I just said what I did. I start to laugh, too.

“You both are too
damned naughty.” Ezra glares at Cortez as he tries not to laugh. “Don’t encourage Katya’s bad behavior. I’ll punish your sweet ass too, Cort, I mean it!”

“In Kitten’s
defense, that was rather a pretentious thing to say during the height of arousal, Dr. Zeitler,” Cortez deadpans.

“Fine, point taken, I will take
a few swats off Katya’s punishment.” I freeze at the word punishment.

“Count for me, Kitty K
at- five swats instead of ten,” Ezra orders.

Cortez’s face splits into an evil grin. He reaches over and tweaks my nipples hard, first one then the other. “All ready, Boss.”

A crack to my nipple has me writhing in my restraints. Swear words growl out my mouth along with the number one. They ignore my behavior as Ezra hands Cortez the crop. I anticipate a hit to my other nipple. I scream when a fiery swat hits my exposed cunt. Cortez didn’t pull his hit, either. I defiantly bitch the word two at him.

“Sorry,” Cort
says, except he doesn’t look sorry at all. If anything, he looks very pleased with himself. He bends at the waist and lathes a lick across my burning flesh. The most intense orgasm of my life flashes through my body in less than a second. I combust. I’m consumed. When I come back to myself, I lay confused.

“I think we can forget about
the other three swats, Ezra. Kitten’s ready right now,” Cortez stresses.

“No, Katya
gets them. She said ‘fuck you’ to me for Christ’s sake,” Ezra hisses.

“Hurry the fuck up
, man, I can’t wait much longer. Do you want me to twelve-year-old it and spooge on Kitten’s stomach from excitement? You’re killing me!”

“If either one of you says the
word
fuck
in context with
me
, I’m going to fuck you both up,” Ezra seethes. “Do I make myself clear? One more for her, two for you, Cort. We’re splitting the difference. Don’t tempt me, I’m barely holding onto myself.”

I look back and forth between the pair in confusion.
Is Ezra really going to punish Cortez for swearing? Yeah, sorry, Dexter, Ezra has finally embraced his inner-Master Ez.

Ezra grabs the other man by the back of the neck and inhales his lips. Before
, I was a part of the kiss, experiencing it, and this time, I have a front row seat, and it’s fascinating. Before I can blink, two swats ring out. They hit Cortez across the chest-
snap
…
snap
… Their lips never part as Cortez groans into Ezra’s mouth. I stare transfixed at the welts welling up on Cortez’s perfect chest.

I scream before I even sense the movement. A swat snaps on my thigh. I look down
, shocked. I never saw the crop come or go. The only proof is the red mark marring my leg. I look up, wide-eyed, at the pair. Ezra looks satisfied. I follow down his arm and notice he isn’t holding the crop. I turn to Cortez. He looks smug. The crop is in his hand. Somehow Cortez managed to swat me, and I didn’t notice it. He gives me a wicked smirk as he tosses the crop over his shoulder. I watch it perfectly land on the dresser. That takes some serious skill.

Ezra sits next to me
, supporting my legs that are starting to ache from their upright position. Cortez stalks me on the bed. His cock is engorged and scary as fuck… and I ache to feel him impaling me, thrusting in me.

“I won’t
hurt you. I promise, Kitten,” Cortez says as he kneels between my upraised thighs. He looks to Ezra, a very soft expression on his face and mouths
thank you.
Ezra reaches over and takes hold of the exquisiteness in his hand. I gape at the sight of one man touching the other. It’s shocking, thrilling, and strangely- arousing. I’ve felt them touch, but seeing is believing.

“Don’t cum, yet,” Ezra
seriously says. Cortez cocks his head to the side, studying his partner. Cort scrunches his face in confusion, but nods his head yes as if he understands. I don’t understand, either. 

I watch as Ezra brings Cortez
’s flesh to my body. I want to ask why, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. The look on both their faces says there is an intense meaning to this. It just confuses the shit out of me.

My breath rushes out as Ezra
fills me with Cortez’s flesh. I feel myself stretch tight, almost to the point of pain- exquisite pain. Ezra settles to the side of me, supporting my weight. He curls his body around me- holding me.

Cortez starts rolling his hips into me as I whimper
in delicious ecstasy. I feel fingers on my wrists. Ezra is unhooking me from my restraints- unleashing me. “Better?” Ezra asks as I stretch my limbs to their maximum.

“Yes, thank you, Master,
” I softly say. Ezra looks confused for a moment, and then a beatific smile spreads across his face.

I wrap myself around Cortez
, enjoying the feel of him in my arms. He sinks into me until I meet his body, and it takes my breath away.

“Kitten, you can fear something forever, but it doesn’t change the outcome. Fuck us, make love to us as a pair or individually.
It doesn’t change a thing. We’re in love with you and you with us. Avoiding it is only going to make us all miserable.”

Cort
rocks his hip against me. I thought he was fully seated before- I was wrong. He rotates his cock inside of me- enlarging me, making room to smoothly thrust his well-endowed sex. I’m rendered speechless by the most incredible sensation I’ve ever experienced. Cortez Abernathy may be a Master of Restraint, but his true passion is the sensual arts. 

“It’s too late, Kitten. I love you
, and it’s never going to change,” Cort breaths against my lips, and then tenderly kisses me. As I sink into the kiss and the sensation of Cortez’s manhood rolling inside me, Ezra joins the kiss. He holds us both. My body tightens, fills, and I’m overcome with the need to weep.

Instantly Cortez’s weight disappears and Ezra replaces it. I start to panic. If I make love to Ezra there is no going back. I will be done for.

“Don’t be afraid, Katya.” Ezra
fully fills my body in one deep stroke, never breaking eye contact. I start to cry and I don’t know why. Yes, I do. I feel like I’ve had a glimpse of heaven and I wait for them to snatch it away.