Chapter 23
Callable
Wyatt
Dante draws out of her swollen pink pussy. I could stare at it for hours and not get bored. Someday I might make her present that pussy to me so I can just study it. Her thighs are spread wide apart, held open for the viewing.
The angle is perfect for watching my cock fuck in and out of her.
It’s my turn.
Fuck, I never thought I’d be taking turns fucking Sara. But at least this doesn’t fill me with nervous energy like when I hear her fucking someone else. No, if I can see her taking them, something settles in me.
I step forward, one hand holding a toy and the other on my cock to guide it. I line up and turn the toy on right before I press it against her clit and thrust in deep.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. Her legs tense like she’s trying to get away or draw them closed.
I may not like Drew but his place does have some benefits. This room and his collection of toys are top-notch.
Keeping the vibrator pressed against her clit and my cock buried deep inside her pussy, I twist the metal butt plug.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“Good, trouble.” I draw the plug out until it flares her asshole open, stretching it wide around the bulb of the plug. “Come all over my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come, over and over, until you’re dripping.”
Her cunt convulses around my cock as she moans deep. I glance over at Finn who sits on the bench stroking his cock.
“Do you want to take her mouth?” I thrust the plug back inside her and aftershocks quiver around me.
He chuckles. “I want to hear her scream.”
Drew pulls on his boxers and sits on the bed behind Finn. “Soundproof and no neighbors. Scream like a dirty whore, princess.”
Her pussy clenches at his words. Her breathing quickens. I can feel her tightening around me. Since I haven’t turned off the vibrator, she’s close to release again. I press a button and it kicks up to the next level.
“Oh, oh, fuck.” She groans as the next orgasm pulses through her, drenching my cock in her cum.
“You’re going to have to try harder, trouble.” I ease my cock out about an inch before sliding it back in.
She whimpers. If she could squirm, she would. I can’t wait to feel her squirm beneath me while I hold her down.
Dante runs his hand along her spine. “You can take a lot, can’t you, pip?”
She moans as her cunt convulses around my cock again. She gets so fucking tight when she comes. I take the vibrator away and set it on the table.
Dante kneels in front of her in his boxers and tips her chin up. “What do you think, pip? Maybe you need Wyatt to fuck your ass.”
I draw out the plug and set it on the towel. When I pull my cock out, she whimpers.
“Don’t worry, trouble. I’ll take care of you.” Picking up a vibrating dildo with rabbit ears, I slather lube on it and on my cock. “You’ve never had a toy inside your cunt?”
She shakes her head.
“Words, trouble.” I slap her ass.
She yelps. “No, sir.”
Pleasure courses through me at her use of sir. I hand the vibrator to Dante to show her.
“Nothing you can’t take.” I rub lube over her clit even though she’s plenty wet enough.
She moans softly as I work her clit with my fingers. Dante passes me back the vibrator and I gently slide it into her pussy, lining up the ears with her clit.
The angle this furniture holds her at is perfect for this. Double penetration with a toy. My cockhead presses against her puckered hole and I push the tip inside.
She makes some noises, and I know it’s going to be a lot, but I’m not going to be rough on her this time. I ease my cock in slowly, waiting for her to tighten and loosen around me before inching in more.
“Breathe, pip.” Dante strokes her face.
I push in the last inch and wait, feeling her heat surrounding me. Reaching down, I turn on the toy’s vibration, pressing it against her clit so the toy hits her as deep as Dante goes.
She cries out. “It’s too much.”
“That’s not your safe word or a color, trouble. Do you want me to stop? Or are you green?”
She breathes heavily. “Green, sir.”
“Good girl.” I pull my cock almost all the way out of her ass before sliding back inside. She’s so fucking close already. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“I need to come.” Her words are strained.
“Not yet. Let me fuck your ass and then maybe I’ll let you come.”
“Wyatt,” she almost whines.
“If you come, trouble, then you’ll take your punishment.”
I press the vibrator in deep and begin to fuck her ass. Little noises of pleasure fall from her lips. I tug on the vibrator and push it in when I pull out. It’s firmer than someone else’s dick against me, but it tightens everything.
The vibrator must bump against her cervix because she makes this noise that she only makes when Dante fucks her that deep.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck.” She tries to tighten her muscles to keep from coming. “Wyatt, please.”
It’s too late, she’s already coming. She screams as it gets to be too much. Her body clamps down on my cock and I grit my teeth to stop from coming too.
I pull the vibrator out and toss it onto the towel on the table. I spread her ass cheeks wide so I can watch my cock shuttle in and out of her asshole. She’s going to come again and then I’ll be able to punish her twice.
Dante rises to his feet and draws his boxers down to free his cock. “Open.”
Without hesitation, she parts her lips and takes him into her mouth.
“Such a good girl.” Dante holds her hair to hold her up. “I’m going to fuck your throat. If you need me to stop, drop your bell.”
“Fuck,” Finn whispers. I turn and his eyes are glued to Sara taking both of us.
She gags a little around Dante, tightening around me, but I’m not coming yet. I want one more from her.
“Relax, pip.” Dante thrusts in deep at the same time I do. We fall into sync, fucking in and out of Sara. I reach down and rub around her sensitive clit. She moans around Dante’s cock until she comes all over my hand.
“That’s two, trouble. You can come if you need to now.” I pick up the pace and so does Dante until I feel Sara tighten again. This time when she moans her release, I don’t stop myself from coming inside her ass, filling her with my cum.
Dante groans as he fills her mouth. Finn groans as he comes all over his hand.
Pulling out, I grab a warm wet towel from the table, pressing it against her. “I’ll clean her up. You guys can drop us off on the way to your meeting.”
Drew nods and comes over to release her from the table. When I lift her into my arms, she curls into me, her arms shaky. Part of me wants to hide her away from the others. But we’re all in this together. She’s ours.
I take her into the bathroom where Finn has the shower running. Once inside, I lower her to her feet and lean her back against my front while I put soap in my hand.
She trembles like a newborn foal. My arm wraps around her to help support her.
“You okay, trouble?”
She sighs. “Yes, sir.”
I slide my hands over her breasts and between her legs. Normally I’d get her off again, but we’re on a timeline. I turn her to face me. She rests her head against my chest as I run my hands down her back and between her ass cheeks.
“Everything feel okay? Nothing was too much?”
She burrows her face against me and shakes her head. “Just tired.”
“We’ll get home soon.”
Sara
I wake up when Wyatt lifts me into his arms from the car. Somehow I managed to stay awake to get dressed, but I’m wiped. I wrap my arms around his neck, tuck my head against his shoulder, and fall back asleep.
The next time I wake up, he’s lowering me onto the bed while Peabody barks and growls at him.
“For fuck’s sake, I’m just putting her to bed,” he mutters under his breath. He presses a kiss against my temple and draws the sheets over me. “Come on, pain in my ass. You need to go outside.”
The barking drifts away and the door shuts and I’m out again.
Voices wake me. I sit up, disoriented. I’m in my/Tom’s room. My clothes from the day are still on. Rolling off the bed, I use the bathroom and strip. When I put on my nightgown, I reach for panties, but even in my sleep-fuzzy brain, I remember the rules and leave them off.
I don’t need to give Wyatt any more reason to punish me, yet.
My door is open a crack and I walk to it.
“That’s ridiculous. Tom knows better than to get into that kind of crap.” Wyatt’s voice is soft but rough. “They’re lying.”
“I don’t think so.” Finn sounds less than jovial. “Mac swore it wasn’t a one-time deal. And it would explain the Feds.”
“Fuck.” Dante’s voice is frustrated and it sounds like he’s pacing. Everyone goes silent. “Come out, pip. You can’t stand in the doorway forever.”
I step out into the hallway. Peabody looks up at me from his bed in the living room before lowering his head again. His tail wags happily though.
Wyatt’s on the couch with a glass of whiskey. He looks whole, so Peabody didn’t tear him to pieces. Finn leans against the bar. His hair is tousled like he’s been running his hand through it. Dante stands, watching me.
It sounds like I’m going to need a drink to hear what they found out about Tom. I walk to Wyatt and sit next to him. After taking the drink from him, I swallow a mouthful and hand it back.
“Okay.” I gasp and tap on my chest as the whiskey hits me, burning down my esophagus. “Wow.”
Wyatt shakes his head and drains the rest.
“What did we find out about Tom?” I meet each of their eyes in turn, ending with Dante.
“It’s not good, pipsqueak.” Dante comes over and sits across from me. “The people those guys were looking for, apparently they needed someone good with accounting to help them hide their less savory business dealings.”
My eyes widen and I cover my mouth. “Tom was laundering money?”
“We don’t know that.” Wyatt puts his warm hand on my thigh. “Tom had new clients, but we don’t know if these were them. It’s possible he took them thinking they were legit, found out they were laundering, and that’s when he ran.”
“Why didn’t he come to us?” Dante rubs the back of his neck. He looks so tense.
I don’t think about it. I rise up on my knees on the couch and massage Dante’s neck. His low groan vibrates through my hands and floods me with awareness. Which can just calm the fuck down. Now isn’t the time.
An unsettling feeling creeps over me. Tom’s trouble might be real trouble and not him ghosting some clingy woman or needing time away from everything.
“Can we look into this client? Isn’t Beth back from vacation?” I look at each of them again.
“She emailed that she’s sick and needs a few more days.” Finn doesn’t sound like he believes her excuse.
“She knew what Tom knew about this new client?” I meet Dante’s cool blue eyes and he nods. “If they came after us at the townhouse, they could’ve come for her too. What if they’re holding her hostage? What if they sent the email?”
“This isn’t a drama, trouble. Yes, there are bad people in this world, but generally, they aren’t busy kidnapping women and chasing down accountants.” Wyatt scrubs a hand over his face. “Maybe Tom overreacted.”
My pulse quickens. Hope may not be an accountant, but she was kidnapped. What if Beth is in that situation because of whatever Tom did. If Madison hadn’t gone to help her, who knows what those psychos would have done to Hope.
“Then who tossed Tom’s and Sara’s rooms at the townhouse?” Dante pulls me onto his lap. His hand smooths over my back.
“We should check on Beth. What about the guy in black watching me?” I can’t help but think about him and the creeps he gave me.
“Maybe it’s unrelated?” Wyatt runs his hand through his hair. “Tom would have come to us if it had to do with a client. He wouldn’t let our business burn if he knew something illegal was happening.”
We all want to believe Tom would do the right thing. That he would be the better man and just go to the authorities if something seemed fishy. We fall quiet as we all stew in our own thoughts.
“Things we know.” Finn sits across from us on the ottoman. “Tom left. He left strange messages for Sara and for us, wanting us to protect her. Saying she was in danger, maybe. Sara has seen a man in black watching her house and at a bar she frequents. Her room and Tom’s room were ransacked.”
“By a professional,” Dante adds. “The security system wasn’t tripped and none of the cameras caught them. It was a message. They could get to her if they wanted to.”
I shiver and he rubs my arm, drawing me in closer to him.
Wyatt shakes his head. “We’re not going to figure out anything tonight. Let me try to reach out to Tom again.”
My gaze meets his dark eyes. I don’t think he’ll have any luck, but maybe. I can try sending him an email. Tom and I have secret email addresses that only the two of us know. Tom made them after the first time he disappeared for a week.
I’ve checked it daily for new messages but there’s been nothing. If I tell him what’s happening, maybe he’ll get back to me or one of the guys.
Wyatt holds his hand out to me. “Come on, trouble. Let’s get you to bed.”