Watching From The Shadows: Trident Security Book 5 (24 page)

Her eyes fluttered open, and after they focused on him, she stretched the kinks out of her body. “Hi. What time is it?”

“A few minutes before seven. Are you hungry?” A growling from her stomach had them both chuckling. “Okay, that question is answered. Listen...Brody’s here. After you eat, I’d like to ask him to join us, but only if you’re okay with it. If you’re not up to it, or you don’t want him as a third, then just tell me. But I think, not only will you enjoy yourself, it’ll help you destress. It’s your choice, though, and I’ll respect it.”

While she remained silent, thinking it over, he could see her eyes had lit up at the suggested scene. He dragged the back of his hand down her shoulder and across her left breast, feeling it immediately tighten in response to his touch. “Don’t answer yet. I want you to eat first. Either way, we’re going to play tonight, because I think you need it. But it will be your decision whether Brody joins us.”

She sat up and cupped his cheek with her hand. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me and knowing exactly what I need. For being here for me through all of this.”

Standing, he held out his hand to help her up, then pulled her into an embrace. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there for you for the past year, but I hope someday you’ll be able to forgive me.”

“I already have. Besides, it wasn’t your fault to begin with.”

He waited in the bedroom while she used the toilet in the master bath, before washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she emerged, she appeared more awake and rested. As she checked on Mara, Marco went to the kitchen to get her salad and reheat the pizza. He wouldn’t mention anything to Brody until Harper gave him a verbal answer that she wanted the other man to join them.

After finishing her dinner and the half a glass of wine he’d poured for her, Harper stood from the other recliner, then knelt in front of him in perfect present positioning. Her gaze remained on his lap as she informed him, “My answer is yes, Sir.”

Clearly not expecting this turn of events, Brody raised his eyebrows at Marco, who simply gave his friend a nod of his head, then gently placed two fingers under Harper’s chin and lifted until their eyes met. “Say all of it, Butterfly. What are you saying yes to?”

“I’m saying yes to playing right now, with Master Brody being a third during the scene, Sir.”

There was no hesitation in her response, which thrilled him, and made his desire to pleasure her grow. “And what are your safe-words?”

“Cauliflower or red.”

“Good girl. Go to the master bedroom and remove your clothes. Then return here with my toy-bag from the spare bedroom.” He’d left it in there last night, after cleaning the toys they’d used in the panic room.

“Yes, Master.”

After watching her disappear down the hallway, Brody turned back to his friend. “Are you sure about this? I mean, this isn’t a weekend fling here.”

“Absolutely.” He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and sighed. “She needs this, bro. And our friendship, our brotherhood, will always be good. No worries there. There’s very few people who I trust with my woman, and with kicking my ass when it needs it, and you’re number one on both lists.”

The geek nodded, then smiled. “Okay. Then I’m honored and will follow your lead. Anything I should be aware of?”

“Nope. She’s into the usual, standard play. Nothing extreme. She’s done the threesome thing before, but it’s been quite a while. I started with a smaller plug last night, then increased the size after the first scene we did. She should be able to take both of us without a problem. I’ll make sure she’s stretched enough before we double up.”

“Sounds good,” was the response given as Harper reemerged. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, as instructed, and didn’t seem to be embarrassed or shy about it at all. As she handed Marco his toy bag, she started to lower herself to her knees again.

“
Uh-uh
, sweetheart. Across my lap, so I can warm you up with a spanking.” He set the duffel on the floor next to the recliner, then sat back to give her room. This wasn’t a punishment spanking, and being in the lifestyle for years, Harper would know that. Instead, it was exactly what he’d said it was—a warm up. It would help her get into the zone of full submission while leaving all the stress of the past week behind. Moving to the side of the chair, she gracefully lowered herself, belly down, across his lap and the leather armrests.

Still sitting on the couch, Brody grabbed the remote, changed the TV from ESPN to a classic rock music channel, and then settled in to watch the other two get started. Marco ran his hands down Harper’s bare back and up her thighs until they met on the twin swells of her ass. He squeezed them, bringing the blood to the surface so she wouldn’t bruise. “Ready, Butterfly? I want you to count out loud. I’ll start off with ten, then you’ll switch over to Master Brody’s lap to receive ten from him. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He hadn’t even struck her yet, and already he could feel the tension leaving her body. Lifting his left hand, he swiftly dropped it again, smacking her left ass check. While she’d been expecting it, that didn’t stop a gasp from escaping her lips, followed by, “One.”

The next one landed on her right cheek. “Two.”

As he worked the count up to ten, he slowly increased the amount of force behind each spank. Not to the point of harming her, but he was learning his sub really enjoyed pain play. The last strike landed on one of her sit spots and he could hear the cleansing tears in her voice as she rasped out, “Ten.”

He rubbed the reddened flesh and asked, “Where are you, sweetheart? Give me a color.”

“Green, Sir.”

“Then go get the rest of them from Master Brody.”

He helped her stand and watched as she stepped over to his friend. Brody held out his hand and she took it without pause, letting him guide her across his lap. From where Marco sat, her feet were pointed in his direction, and he could see the wetness coating her pussy as she got into position.

Giving her ass a few squeezes, the other Dom repeated the earlier instructions to Harper. “Count out loud again, subbie. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir” was barely out of her mouth when the first strike landed on her already tender flesh. While she counted out her spankings, Marco stood and removed his shirt, pants, shoes, and socks, leaving only his boxer briefs on for the moment. Picking up his duffel, he quickly found his stash of condoms, along with the lubricant he would need to take her ass. Glancing at the couch, he decided to move them into the master bedroom as Harper announced the twentieth and final spank. The king size bed would be more comfortable for all of them, and he was sure Jake had installed a restraint system for when Nick and he were here.

Taking what they would need with him, along with the baby monitor, he told her, “Help Master Brody get undressed, then bring him to the bedroom. I’ll be getting a few things ready.”

* * *

Harper’s ass was on fire, but the pain inflicted by hard palms on her soft flesh had quickly transformed into pleasure. Damn, she’d missed this. Not only the D/s aspect, submitting to a Dom…her Dom…but being able to clear her mind of everything and just feel.

As Brody helped her rise again, she trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation. From the spanking, she was already in the zone of contentment, bordering on sub-space, and it would only get better from here. She trusted Marco with everything in her, and knew she could trust the man before her as well. Her Dom wouldn’t expect or accept anything less from his best friend.

When Brody stood, she tugged his T-shirt out of his pants and dragged it up over his head. He ran his fingers through his dirty-blond hair as she tossed the shirt on the couch, then turned her attention to his belt buckle. He’d removed his boots and socks at some point—probably during her first spanking. Her fingers fumbled with the top button of his jeans and she gave him a ‘seriously?’ look when she realized the fly was all buttons. He chuckled, then hissed as she brushed against his denim covered hard-on, while undoing each one. Pushing the jeans down his slender hips and toned thighs, she was surprised to find he was going commando.
Holy crap, was he hung!
Dropping to her knees, she bunched the fabric to his ankles, letting him step out of them.

Giving her a hand up again, he swept her hair off her shoulders, then with his fingers, lifted her chin until their gazes met. “Before we go any further, Harper, thank you for letting me join you. It’ll be my honor and pleasure.”

“And mine, Sir.” She was honest with him. Her pussy was already throbbing in unison with her ass cheeks.

Taking his hand, she led him to the master bedroom, where Marco had been busy. The lights were off, but he’d lit several candles, giving the room a soft glow. The comforter had been removed from the bed and only the sheets and pillows remained. He’d pulled out four straps which were attached to the posts of the bed and Jake had tucked under the mattress. She’d found them while changing the linens the other morning, grateful her mother hadn’t seen them—that was one question she’d no desire to answer. Sitting on the bed were two pairs of leather cuffs and a blindfold, which Marco pointed to. “Bro. Get these on and start hooking her to the posts, belly up, but don’t do the ankles yet. I need to grab one more thing from my bag.”

“No prob. Come here, subbie.”

Harper followed the Dom and stood next to the bed, where he made quick work of attaching a set of cuffs to her wrists as she held her hands out in front of her chest. In the meantime, Marco returned with the pink vibrator she’d used the night before. It seemed as if every one of her orifices would be filled tonight. Her eagerness grew along with the wetness between her legs.

After the cuffs had been attached to all four limbs and the blindfold secured, the men helped her up on the bed. A hand nudged her hip and she scooted over to the center of the mattress. “Good girl,” Marco praised. “Arms up and out.”

They attached the cuffs to the straps so she wouldn’t be able to move her arms. With the blindfold on, she had to rely on her other senses. Neither man said anything, but she heard them moving around. From the far end of the bed, Marco told her, “Bend your knees, Butterfly, and spread your legs.”

Oh, fuck
. She now knew why he’d brought the vibe in. It was going in her ass—most likely to stretch her a little more, so she could accommodate one of the men, and she wondered where she would be accommodating the other. Doing as she was ordered, she felt the bed tilt in two spots. At the foot, which she assumed was where her Master was, and to her right side. Her ass cheeks were spread and fingers spread lubricant over her anus. At the same time, a mouth closed around her right breast, sucking and licking the nipple. Pleasure shot through her and the hands at her ass took advantage of it, breaching her sphincter with a finger. It wasn’t long, though, before the digit was replaced with the lubricated vibe. It was eased in and out several times until suddenly it was turned on. “Oh, shit! Oh, my God!”

The mouth at her breast moved over to the other one, just as a tongue licked her pussy. “
Ahhhh
! Ffffuuuck!”

Her loud cry was reprimanded with a smack to her thigh. “Quiet, Butterfly. We don’t want to wake the baby. Straighten your legs for me.”

Following the order while biting her bottom lip, she was reduced to gasps and whimpers as the Doms licked and nibbled her flesh. The vibe was lighting up every nerve ending in her rectum and the combination of sensations pushed all thoughts from her mind, except how wonderful it felt. Just when she thought they were going to push her over the edge, both mouths left her. She held back a cry of disappointment and felt the bed moving, realizing they were changing positions. From what she could figure, Brody was now between her legs, attaching her ankle cuffs to the straps at the foot of the bed. The vibe was then rotated and gently moved in and out, stretching her.
But where was Marco?

Her answer came in the form of the sudden pain, then pleasure which shot through her as a drop of hot wax landed on her right breast. She gasped and bucked her hips before large hands held her in place and a mouth attacked her pussy again.

“Color, Butterfly?”

“Green,” she gasped, trying to keep her voice down. “Very green.”

“Good.” She could hear the unspoken desire in her Master’s voice.

Another drop landed on her left breast, the heat sending her into orbit. It hurt for a brief moment, but it quickly mutated into a hedonistic feeling of electricity shooting through every cell of her body. As Marco painted her chest and abdomen with wax, Brody feasted on her, alternating with sucking on her swollen pussy and exposed clit, and playing with the vibe. The sensations became too intense, and she was reduced to begging for release at the fear of cumming without permission. “Please, Sirs! I’m close! It’s too much! Please!”

“Cum for us, Butterfly.”

With those words, another drop of wax plopped directly on her left nipple as Brody closed his teeth on her clit. Behind the blindfold, her brain exploded with Fourth of July fireworks. Darkness was overcome with sparks of white, red, blue, and yellow lights. She opened her mouth to scream, but a pillow was quickly put over her face to muffle it. Thank God, because not only would Mara have awakened, but the entire compound probably would have heard her. As her orgasm continued in waves, the men didn’t let up. Pleasure/pain shot through her again, when more wax struck her right tit, and her pussy was tongued relentlessly. She plummeted a second time, screeching into the pillow.

This time, they let her recover, and once her cries were reduced to quiet moans again, the pillow was removed. Marco asked, “Okay, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes…Sir…v-very okay.”

She heard both men chuckle as they unhooked the cuffs from the straps. They were far from done, she knew that, as she lay limp, waiting for whatever was coming next. Or
who
was
cumming
next.

C
HAPTER 20