Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (33 page)

The sound of the knife gently abrading her skin blended with her soft pants. He’d
become teeth-grittingly hard. Xander ached to fuck her now, but her surrender couldn’t
be rushed.

“Is your heart racing, little one?” Javier pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does your skin tingle?”

She nodded, pale hair caressing her shoulders. “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you wet for us?”

London sent them the most inviting, beguiling stare. “I am, Sir.”

Javier didn’t even try to resist. He lowered his hand between her legs and rubbed
gently. She moaned. Her lids drooped over increasingly glassy eyes. Her chest rose
and fell quickly as she thrust her hips forward toward his touch.

Xander watched with a rapt stare as Javier thrust his fingers into her cunt, fucked
her with them slowly once, twice, then withdrew, lifting his fingers high. They were
drenched.

“Good girl.” Javier sucked his fingers clean. “Very sweet.”

A bolt of envy pierced Xander. Damn it, he wanted a sweet taste, too.
Soon
, he vowed. They still had so much to accomplish with London.

Javier twisted his wrist, and the blade that had scraped against her skin now tunneled
under the spaghetti strap of her body suit. With a flick, it sliced in two, the little
bits of material dangling. He shoved them away from the under-curve of her breast
and kissed her pale skin.

Xander held his breath as he tightened his grip on her leather corset. A ball of anticipation
sat in his abdomen and swirled energy all through his cock as he waited impatiently.
Seconds later, Javier used the blade to cut the other strap. Xander tugged the fishnet
completely away from her other breast.

London whimpered, looking sensual, dazed, under their spell. Goose bumps broke out
all over her body. The moment dripped of her emotional rapture. She was swept up,
eager—almost desperate—to keep giving to them. There was a whole lot more he was dying
to take.

It was the perfect moment to grab the zipper of her corset and yank down.

The garment fell away from her body, hitting the concrete with a soft
thunk
. She blinked up at him, looking both hopelessly aroused and utterly lost. She wanted
him to save her, and damn if that didn’t make him even harder.

Xander grabbed the frayed edges of the body stocking and ripped through every silken
joining until he’d torn it clear down to her pussy. The remnants of the garment clung
to her thighs. Her torso was beautifully bare of everything except his little jeweled
clamps.

Still flushed and panting, her red lips parted with a hovering plea, he skimmed a
finger down her body, beginning at the little pool between her collarbones and working
down, circling her breasts slowly, letting the dangling clamps swing and pull. London
sucked in a shocked breath, and he tugged on the little jewels before fingering his
way down her abdomen, slowing up as he stroked down even more. She held her breath.
Every inch he descended, she sucked in a bit more until her sigh quivered. Then he
slid his hand over her pussy, two fingers swirling over her clit. She cried out his
name.

So primed, so perfect. So damn ready. But as much as he wanted to carry her to the
bed and fuck her blind, he and Javier had a plan. The short-term orgasm wasn’t as
important as the long-term trust they were building. But damn it was getting hard
to remember that.

Xander stepped away, eliciting a groan of protest from London. He shushed it with
a raised brow, then reached for the bag of tricks they’d brought. The first thing
he grabbed was the little plastic bag filled with white, fluffy material. It would
look like a long, flat strip of simple cotton to her. He grinned. Looks could be deceiving.

He extracted it from the little bag and began to spread it thinly until it looked
like the whitest, most delicate cotton candy. Questions ran rampant all over her face,
but Xander didn’t answer. He simply bent to place a soft kiss on the upper swell of
her breast, then affixed a bit of the cotton to her skin, trailing it around her beaded
nipple, then down her abdomen, ending just above her mons. He repeated the exercise
with her other breast until the thin layer of stretched cotton made a little heart
on her body. Javier grinned and knelt to adjust the cotton, centering it right over
her pussy. And as long as he was down there, it was no surprise that his brother tongued
her slick folds and licked her little candy clit. London’s groan zipped thrill through
him.

Next test now. Bigger than the last one. Xander’s breath shuddered as he dragged it
in.

He cupped London’s cheek. “How do you feel,
belleza
?”

Her long, sharp gasp told him most of what he needed to know, especially since he
could hear his brother making a noisy feast of her pussy below. “C-close, Sir.”

“Hold your orgasm, sub. No coming.” He infused his voice with command.

London gave a little mewl of protest, but she still managed to nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Javi . . .” he said in warning to his brother, who pulled away from her cunt with
a noisy, obviously annoyed sigh. Too bad. Establishing trust was priority one.

Xander turned his full focus back on London. “Do you trust us?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The words came without hesitation, and he hoped that she really meant them.

“Remember that.”

At her nod, he bent and retrieved the item he needed to really light up this moment.
He held it up in front of her face. “What is this?”

Her eyes widened, turning round and wary. “A l-lighter.”

“Exactly.”

Xander flicked the little igniter with his thumb. A little yellow flame flickered
to life between them. He lowered it to the edge of the cotton, hovering near her pussy.

“Do you want to use your safe word?” Javier’s stare drilled into her. “We would never
damage you, little one, but we understand we’re asking a lot.”

“This won’t hurt?” Her voice shook, and Xander understood. She’d already been through
a great deal of trauma. They hadn’t been together long enough for him to really understand
her limits. She hadn’t yet learned to completely give herself over to him and his
brother.

But he hoped this would go a long way.

“Just the good kind,” he promised.

“I must be crazy,” she muttered to herself, then squeezed her eyes shut. “But I trust
you.”

Excitement roared to violent life inside him with all the subtlety of a volcano. Power
and pride mixed, and suddenly all patience flew out the window.

As he reached out to light the cotton, London sputtered in fear, and her heart pounded
in a rapid beat visible at the base of her neck. Her entire body trembled, but she
still didn’t use her safe word.

God, if he didn’t fuck her soon, he was going to explode.

With one finger, he lifted her chin, ensuring her brows remained away from the open
blaze, then he put the flame to the cotton just above her swollen, slick folds. The
thin strips caught fire, flaming quick and bright—a flash of fury . . . then gone.
Xander knew the moment the heat registered, and London realized this merely warmed
her skin and electrified her senses, rather than singed or charred. She pushed her
hips out, trying to meet the sensation. Yes, a burst of heat might put her over the
edge, but it wasn’t coming.
She
wasn’t coming, unless he or Javier gave her the sensation with their hands or cocks.

Crying out for more, she thrust her breasts forward, pleading for something. Idly,
Xander wondered if the next sensation would drive her over the edge and give them
a reason to punish her for the fun of it.

“That was so good,
belleza
.”

“And so brave,” Javier added. “Thank you for your trust.”

She gave them a shaky nod, her trembling body a plea all its own.

“Relax. If you’re good, we’ll heap pleasure on you soon.”

“Hurry. Please . . .”

Xander gave his brother a glance and a jerk of his head toward London. Javier nodded,
and together, they pulled the clamps from her sensitive nipples. In seconds, she screamed
as the blood rushed back in. Simultaneously, they bent to lick and gently suck her
nipples, giving her just a little bit of succor. London cried out. And even though
they’d awakened every nerve ending in her body, she held back her orgasm.

Javier beamed at her, looking every bit as proud as he felt. “Excellent. You’re so
good.”

But now came the biggest test of all.

Xander pressed his body against hers, and she hissed at the contact of his hot chest
against her warmed skin. Fresh tears fell, ripping right into his heart. God, if she
gave them the chance, they’d make everything all better for her. She’d never have
to worry again for a day in her life about being alone or unsure. She belonged with
them; he knew it all the way down to his marrow. Hopefully, after tonight, she would
believe that, too.

Capturing her lips with his, he ravaged her mouth. The kiss wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t
sweet. But it was raw and needy. That kiss staked a claim. Hoping to fuck she understood
and trusted them enough for what came next, he twined his tongue around hers once
more, thrusting a pair of fingers over her clit. Javier reached between them to pinch
her nipples. She surged against him—her body, her tongue, her need—arching to them
as much as her restraints allowed. London was
so
ready.

“Beautiful,” Xander crooned. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” She couldn’t blurt the word out fast enough. “Yes, Sir.”

“We want you to. And once you do,
belleza
 . . . Oh, baby, we’re going to make you do it again with our tongues before we fuck
you. You want that?”

London panted. “Y-yes, Sir! Please. Please . . . yes.”

He looked over at Javier. His brother nodded back. They were still on the same page.
Excellent
.

Together, they reached up to release her wrists. She sagged against the cross as they
knelt to her ankles and freed them as well. Blinking, she watched them, perspiration
filming her skin, her eyes pleading.

“We’re here for you, little one,” Javier vowed, then pointed across the room. “All
you have to do is walk to that bed across the room.”

***

LONDON
froze. Cross the floor naked, with
nothing
to cover her scars?

“Less than ten steps,
belleza
,” Xander encouraged, holding out his hand. “You can do it. And when you do, we’re
going to be so proud of you.”

She wanted that, along with the pleasure they promised. Her pussy throbbed endlessly.
Their beaming smiles always made her glow inside. She’d do anything for their approval—except
what they’d demanded. What if she followed their command and, instead of accepting
smiles, she saw horrified gapes instead? What if they walked out the door?

Her gaze darted from them to the bed across the room. They flicked up to the bright
overhead lights. She shuddered. In her head, she knew they wouldn’t be that cruel,
at least not to her face. But what if her ugly truth tainted their feelings for her?
After all, they wouldn’t be the first men who’d been repelled at the sight of her
back. She couldn’t really blame them; she hated the sight of it, too. And still her
clit pounded in need . . .

“Turn off the lights.” She knew she wasn’t the Dom and had no right to make demands.
But they knew her well. They must know how much this terrified her.

“No,” Xander answered, his voice so gentle that she wanted to cry.

Maybe they didn’t understand her hesitation. “But if I do that, you’ll see . . .”

“Your back? Yes, that’s the point. I don’t get off on knife or fire play usually.
And mind fucks that involve fear are never my idea of a turn-on. But tonight,
belleza
, I’ve been all kinds of aroused by your dazzling trust so far. Don’t stop now.”

“Think about it, little one,” Javier jumped in. “A knife and an open flame have so
much more potential to hurt you. We only want to see. Just walk across the room. We
won’t touch you, if you’re not comfortable,” Javier added. “We’ll want to. But whatever
you need, we’re here for you.”

A pretty speech, but . . . She bit her lower lip, backing up against the cross, fear
an icy-hot sear through her blood. If the big X hadn’t been sanded and coated in a
glossy stain, the move probably would have dug splinters under her skin.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Xander asked softly.

Was he kidding? “You’ll know how ugly I am.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and one rained down her cheek. She wanted to trust them.
This was hurting her because she knew how disappointed they were, but couldn’t they
understand? Of course not. They were beautiful, wealthy, smart, funny, and damn near
perfect. She alone had the red, puckered tracks of tragedy raked across her skin.

Xander looked again at Javier, a silent question. Should they back down? Hope buoyed
inside London, but Javier dashed it, shaking his head and looking as resolute as ever.

“You’ll never be ugly to us, little one,” Javier assured. “But we can’t let you hide.”

“Can I take my hair down?” Her voice trembled, whined. “Please.”

Xander looked like he wanted to relent, but finally shook his head. “We can’t allow
you to keep using that crutch. You won’t overcome your fear like that. Off the cross,
sub. Walk across the room. Now, or face punishment.”

He was probably right. She had to get over this fear. If this relationship was going
to last even another few weeks, she couldn’t keep hiding from them. If she showed
them now and they shrank away in disgust, it would hurt like hell, but she’d know,
right?

London drew in a huge shuddering breath and took a half-step away from the cross.
She mustered up her determination, clenched her fists.

Pretty justifications, but . . .

“I-I can’t.” She shrank back.

God, she felt like a coward. Small and weak and every bit as fragile and confused
as the girl who’d awakened from that coma to find that her life had utterly changed.
Only now, it was worse. She was letting down two men she loved.