Writes of Submission (36 page)

Smiling around his rod, she was surprised when she felt Kane get onto the bed and slide between her legs. Looking down the length of her body, she saw why he had told her to be on her knees with her ass in the air. He was lying on his back, his head directly under her cunt, where he could pleasure her without disturbing her actions with Dante.

A loud moan escaped her lips as his tongue swept across her clit. It was distracting, and despite her best efforts she found herself moaning nonstop into Dante’s cock like it was a microphone. She’d never felt so open or sexual before. The excitement built inside her as Kane alternated between licking the length of her, sucking and nibbling her tight pearl, and fucking her pussy with his strong, warm tongue. Finally she exploded, screaming her release and thrusting her groin into his face with such force that if she’d had a coherent thought she would have been worried about injuring him. Colors flashed across the inside of her tightly closed eyelids as the spasms racked her body over and over. Muscles pulsed deeper in her body than she’d ever felt before and she sucked hard on Dante, wanting him to share in the pleasure she was experiencing. When she could breathe again, she wondered what it was going to be like when they fucked her, if the orgasms from just oral were this intense.

She felt Dante stroking her hair as she lay panting with her face still in his crotch, his cock twitching just outside her mouth. Kane’s hands helped her stay on her knees instead of just collapsing onto his chest. “Just relax, baby, but don’t change position,” he ordered as he slithered out from between her legs.

She felt the bed shift and briefly wondered where he was going, but she simply didn’t have the energy to ask or turn to look. Seconds later the bed shifted again as he returned and it felt like he had taken a position directly behind her. She wondered what he was up to when she felt the fingers of one hand spreading her ass cheeks apart and moments later the first light brush a finger across her tight little rosebud.

Her first instinct was to clench and pull away but Kane’s hands held her in place as he removed his finger from her behind. “Relax, babe. Trust me, this is going to be amazing.”

Remembering her promise to trust them both, Nikki took a deep breath and went back to the original position. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, beautiful.” His voice was still soft and soothing, making her feel warm and protected. “If after we start you don’t like what I’m doing, just tell me and it will stop. But I think you’re going to enjoy it and we will all be closer than ever when we are done.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She relaxed as his hands glided over the globes of her ass and down her legs then back up her inner thighs. After a few minutes of this massage, she reached up and guided Dante’s still hard cock back into her mouth where she lazily sucked and swirled her tongue over him.

When Kane spread her butt cheeks this time, she consciously did not pull away or clench up. She realized that she really did trust them completely. She wanted nothing more than to share her entire self with them, and if that meant giving them the one thing she had never shared with anyone else, then she was happy to do it. As the cool gel touched her rosebud, she knew that Kane would do what he could to make it as easy for her as possible. To show him that she was willing, she pushed back against his finger a little as it started to penetrate her tight rear hole.

“That’s our girl. I knew you could do this.” There was approval and pride in his voice as he added more lubricant and allowed his finger to sink in a little deeper. After the initial resistance, she was able to relax her muscles a bit and his finger began sliding easier and going in deeper. After a few minutes he withdrew it completely.

“Ok, babe,” he said. “Crawl up there and bury Dante good and deep in that sweet pussy of yours. I’m sure he can’t last much longer, though, so take it easy.”

Nikki slid up the chiseled muscles of Dante’s abdomen, thinking that taking it easy was the furthest thing from her mind. She wanted him deep in her, filling her and joining them together as the fires in her demanded. Straddling his hips, she guided the tip of him across her clit and shuddered at the feeling it elicited. After rubbing it across her nub a few more times she stuffed it into her opening and sank onto it until he was buried balls deep in her pussy.

She paused to savor the feelings of fullness he gave her, stretching her open and completing their union. Kane’s hand on her shoulder kept her from moving, and he gave a quick command for her to lean forward. She did as he bid, feeling his knees spreading her legs even farther apart as he made room for himself.

The thought that she was about to be fucked by two studs at the same time brought a smile to her face just as she felt the rounded end of Kane’s cock nudging her rosebud. Then, for the first time in her life, a stiff prick slid into her asshole and she lost herself to the sensations, reveling in the feeling of belonging to them both.

Kane began a slow and steady pace that pushed her back and forth on Dante’s cock. She had never felt so filled and at the same time so loved in her life. Kane began a gentle downward push at the end of each in-stroke that forced her clit to grind onto Dante’s pelvic bone. By the third such stroke she rocketed off the planet again in a mind-shattering orgasm. The world spun and her pussy and ass muscles clenched and squeezed the cocks filling her orifices. She was rewarded with a throbbing from each man as they joined her in the throes of ecstasy and filled her to overflowing with their own cum.

They all collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and hoarse, panting breaths. When she could breathe normally again, Nikki said, “You were right. That was fantastic! I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

Kane gave her a sleepy smile. “Get used to it, beautiful. We’re going to prove to you often that you belong to us both.”

“Amen, brother,” was the last thing she heard from Dante as she fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 30

Nikki looked around in wonder. “This is the biggest bookstore I’ve ever seen! It’s so crowded, too. What’s going on?”

“We’re going on,” Kane said, putting an arm around her shoulder.

She stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

Before he could answer, a tall, lanky, middle-aged man came rushing up to them. He was dressed in corduroy pants and a kind of sweater vest with patches on the elbows. His eyes bulged frantically and his hair stood straight up from his head as if he’d coated it in hair gel and then spent the morning clutching at it.

“Thank goodness you’re here!” His voice was almost a squeak. “I’ve got a million things to go over with you before the signing starts. You need to get the extra covers signed for the store before we let in the masses and—”

Nikki took a step back, ready to fade into the background and let Kane get on with his work. She was happy that he’d brought her so that she could see how these things went and even happier that she had Dante to hang out with while it was going on.
Maybe someday
it’ll be me in the spotlight
...

“Calm down, Burt.” Kane grasped her elbow, keeping her from moving away. He seemed totally unconcerned by the man’s obvious distress. “I want you to meet your newest rising star. This is Nikki.”

Burt blinked at her as if wondering who Nikki was and why he should care. If it hadn’t been for the firm pressure of Kane’s hand on her arm, Nikki would have turned and fled.

But then Burt’s face cleared and he gave her a surprisingly charming smile. Nikki held out a tentative hand, opening her mouth to apologize for being in the way, but Burt amazed her by throwing his arms around her and crushing her against him in a bear hug.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you!” He pulled back after a moment and looked into her face as if he could read her future there. “Welcome to Steamy Nights Press. We’re like a big, happy, crazy family and I can’t tell you how excited we are to have you on board to keep the big guy here in line. He’s needed a stabilizing influence for a long time.”

“Speaking of stabilizing influences,” Kane said, “this is Dante Hunter. He’s going to be keeping us both in line.”

Burt shook hands with Dante, giving him an appreciative once-over. “Nice to meet you, Dante. Loved your work on the cover. If Kane gets to be too much for you, feel free to come and work with me. I could think of lots of things to keep you busy.”

Kane snorted. “I’ll just bet you could.”

“Thanks.” Dante grinned at him, making Nikki’s heart flutter with pride. Burt was obviously coming on to him, but Dante didn’t seem in the least bothered by it. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Please do.” Burt gave him a beatific smile. Then he turned back to Kane with a playfully menacing scowl. “Now sit your asses down and start signing.”

Nikki gave Kane a startled look. “Sign what? I haven’t published anything.”

“You have now.” Burt shepherded them to a nearby table where a young woman with black hair and a crisp business suit was arranging a variety of pastries and fruit.

She turned as they approached and smiled at Kane. “Good morning, Mr. Harris. Would you like some coffee?”

“Morning, Ernie.” Kane pulled out a chair for Nikki and then seated himself beside her. “Yes, I’d love some. Cream, no sugar.”

Ernie nodded crisply. “Ms. Sutherland? Mr. Hunter?”

“Yes, please. Cream and sweetener, if it’s not too much trouble.” Nikki couldn’t help feeling that it would have been more appropriate for her to be bringing coffee for this brisk, efficient woman than the other way around. She watched as Dante refused coffee and Ernie turned and strode away. Her high heels clicked authoritatively as she went.

“Wow. Who was that?” Nikki breathed in awe.

“That was Ernie,” Kane said, as if she should have known already. Was Ernie the owner of the publishing house? Maybe she should have done more research. Then she wouldn’t be sounding like an idiot here.

“She’s my assistant.” Burt put stacks of paper in front of them both and then hustled away, muttering something about better pens, while Dante took a large camera out of his backpack and began fussing with controls.

Nikki turned wide eyes to Kane. “Seriously? Burt and Ernie?”

He nodded distractedly as he flipped through the papers in front of him. “It fits in more ways than one, believe me. I fully expect them to move in together one of these days, complete with two little single beds.”

“Really?” Nikki stared at the approaching form of Ernie, carrying a tray with two mugs, a carafe, and a full set of coffee fixings, including several brands of low calorie sweeteners that Nikki had never heard of. “She’s so—”

Burt was back then, and Nikki busied herself fixing her coffee while they went over publishing things that meant nothing to her. She felt like it was none of her business, anyway. At least not yet.

As she lifted the coffee to her lips for a taste, her glance fell onto the stack of paper in front of her. Part of it was glossy pages showing one of Kane’s book covers. It wasn’t his last book, though. Nikki leaned forward for a closer look, and gasped in surprise.

It was the same cover they’d shown yesterday at the conference, the one Dante had worked on. Her name was under Candee’s, but in a font that was just as large.

It was an odd feeling, seeing her name on what would soon be the cover of a book, but not as odd as the feeling that came next. She picked up the stack of book cover mockups only to discover underneath it a small booklet. The cover had the publisher’s logo and, in smaller letters, “The prize-winning entry by Nicky Heart, the new writing partner of Candee Appelbaum.”

Nikki stared at it for a full minute before the meaning of what she was looking at sunk in completely. This was her writing, her contest entry. They’d published it? They’d even printed it, and brought it here to give out to Kane’s fans.

A flash of indignation went through her as she stared at the top booklet. Her feelings must have shown on her face, because Kane was suddenly touching her hand. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“My entry,” she managed to say. “They’re publishing it?”

“Of course they are.” He chuckled. “What did you think they were going to do with it?”

Her eyes flashed around the room as she realized that everyone there had probably read it. She’d known, of course, that the contest was being sponsored by a publishing company, but somehow she’d never thought about the fact that what she had written would actually be published and read, possibly by thousands of people. Or more. It had been an intensely personal experience to write it, and making the transition from writing about sex in the privacy of her own apartment to actually signing copies of it and watching people—strangers—pick them up and start reading was suddenly overwhelming.

Ernie and Kane were staring at her with what looked like concern.

“Sign that stack, please.” Burt, however, was completely oblivious. He handed her a beautiful Cross pen and went back to staring at the clipboard in his hand.

“Nikki? Are you okay?” Kane leaned forward to look into her face.

She could only stare at him as visions flashed through her mind. What if everyone hated it? What if people read the booklet and realized what a fake she was? Could she actually sit here and watch them reading the sex scene she’d written, the one that was her own personal fantasy? She remembered the sex she’d had with Kane and Dante. Everyone here would be picturing the three of them as they read. How could she sit here, smiling and signing her name, knowing that? The prospect seemed suddenly mortifying.