Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE
LUKE
S ebastian’s words stop Leena dead in her tracks. I keep my body pressed against the hard lines of his as I glance back at her, quirking a smile at our woman and her little escape attempt.
As if we don’t know where she is at every second.
“I was just… getting ready for bed?” she says, but it’s more of a question.
“Oh really?” I challenge, unable to keep my eyes from trailing over her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. My cock throbs in my pants, the hard-on I’ve been holding back all night finally getting to make its appearance.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Sebastian asks, his strong arms still wrapped tightly around me, his voice breathless from our kiss.
“No?” she squeaks out. It’s so goddamn adorable.
“Well look at that, Lu. Our little troublemaker seems to have forgotten that she got out of her punishment earlier.”
“I think we better remind her then,” I say, loving the feel of the man against me and enjoying how Leena’s breathing picks up. I already knew she was gorgeous, but her in that dress? It does something to me. She does something to me.
She always does.
And it’s cute how she thought we would forget about her. No matter how much Sebastian and I get caught up in each other, which is happening quite frequently lately, we can never forget about her.
She’s everything to us.
And we definitely never forget when there is a punishment due, which has also been happening quite frequently lately. Our girl has been making a habit of misbehaving. I know she’s doing it on purpose, and I am completely okay with it. If our woman wants to play, then this is a game we will never get tired of winning.
Sebastian has always had an affinity for punishments and so have I. When we first met Leena, I think we both assumed our days of kinky sex were over. We just got so hung up on this woman, we decided she was worth it. She means so much more than a one-night stand or the submissives we had between us. It didn’t matter that she had no idea who we were for the entire year and a half her father paid us to tail her and keep her safe. Her presence knocked us off kilter from the moment we saw her in that coffee shop.
When Leena walked into the picture, everything changed.
And I’m so fucking glad it did.
I’m not sure how we all thought it would turn out when we found ourselves stuck with her in that safehouse. Maybe that we would have a fun time, and then we would go our separate ways. Possibly that Leena would be gone and Sebastian and I would go back to doing… whatever it was we had been doing. Or, that Leena would only choose one of us, and the other would have to pretend that it was okay for the sake of our friendship. But never did we imagine that she would choose both of us, or that she would bring us together.
Having her in our bed every single night and finding out that she’s into the sort of things we are is more than we hoped for.
We’ve been slowly introducing her to some of what we used to do at The Club, but she’s always eager to learn more.
And teaching her has been so much fucking fun.
I smile, watching as she stands there like a good little submissive instead of trying to run away from us again.
I think Sebastian made it pretty clear earlier that running makes things worse.
As I step back from him, I’m aware of how I must look. My dress shirt is pulled halfway out of my suit pants, my hair is probably all mussed from how his fingers were running through it and I’m sure my lips are swollen from where the man was just biting me. But put together is not what I want to be at this moment. In fact, I want to be completely falling apart with this woman. With Sebastian.
His warm hands leave me and he stalks toward her. I follow close behind.
“Is our rebel ready to face the consequences of her little stunt earlier tonight?” Sebastian growls.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes. What?” He tips her chin up so her eyes meet his.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“That’s fucking right. Now tell Lu,” he says, turning her gaze toward me.
“Yes, sir,” she says and her words do nothing to quell the throbbing in my pants.
As much as I love that dress, love Sebastian in that suit, I really need both of them naked. Fuck sleep, we don’t need it. In fact, I hope Sebastian chooses a punishment that lets me take my time with her.
“That’s right. You call us both sir when you’re in trouble. Got it?” he says.
I tug at my pants again.
“Yes, sir,” she says and the sparkle in her dark eyes ignites from his words.
“That’s our good girl. Lu?” he says, tipping his head toward me. “Get the go-bag.”
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“Leena, do you understand what’s happening right now?” I say, staring at the woman we’ve placed strategically in the door frame between the bedroom and living room of our hotel suite.
Right underneath the barn door railing.
“Yes, sir,” she says, but it’s barely a whisper.
“I can’t fucking hear you, sweetheart,” Sebastian growls out from behind her, making her jump.
“Yes, sir,” she says a little louder.
“What are you being punished for right now?” I ask, stepping closer as she takes in a breath.
“For wearing this dress.” Her pretty eyes look up to meet mine.
“Wrong,” Sebastian whispers in her ear, then quickly grabs her wrists, his one-handed grip securing them at her chest as the other finds its way around her neck. He pulls her backward, pinning her body against his.
His large hand presses her jaw upward, until she is forced to meet my eyes. I take a step forward, leaning in until I can feel her breath on my lips when I speak.
“We’re not punishing you for wearing the dress. I fucking love you in this dress,” I say, whispering the last few words against her lips as my fingers find the exposed skin between her breasts just below where Sebastian has her hands pinned. I slowly trail them further down until I’m nearly at her navel, which is barely hidden by the fabric. “We’re punishing you, because you decided that it was perfectly acceptable to wear this dress in front of people who aren’t us,” I tell her, leaning in and biting at her lower lip, tugging at it as I pull away. She lets out a little gasp.
“Do you want to know what goes through people’s minds when you wear something like that? What went through our minds?” Sebastian growls into her hair.
“What?” she whispers before he continues.
“When I first saw you in that dress, I could see all the soft places I wanted to run my tongue. And the parts I couldn’t see… fuck, sweetheart, it wasn’t hard to imagine them.”
Leena keeps her eyes on me, unable to see the man behind her, and it turns me the fuck on seeing her plastered against him. My eyes flicker down to the thin silk that barely covers her breasts, her nipples letting me know exactly how much she’s enjoying this entire situation. She blushes, and I bite at my lip appreciatively, running both of my index fingers back up her body, lingering at the soft skin between her breasts.
Then, I slide my fingers outward, taking the fabric with them and making sure they brush right over her nipples as I do, causing her to gasp. I continue until the fabric is off to each side, completely exposing her perfect breasts. I step back to admire the view.
“Please,” she pleads. “Please touch me.”
I chuckle, but I don’t move.
“You seem to have forgotten something, sugar,” Sebastian says against her hair, dragging the dress the rest of the way off her, leaving her naked between us.
“What?” she asks, her breath quickening as I trail my hands up her sides, raising her arms above our heads. I watch her, our faces inches apart.
“That this is a punishment,” he says, snapping the handcuffs into place, securing her to the barn door rail above us.
I smile, watching her eyes go wide.
Leena’s not that tall, much shorter than Sebastian and I, so it’s a stretch for her. She has to lift herself slightly off of the ground with her toes if she doesn’t want the cuffs to pinch.
I step back, and Sebastian comes to stand beside me, marveling at the sight of her perfect naked body all outstretched and on display for us.
She squirms, and I wonder again how this became my life.
Because I fucking love it.
Sebastian starts digging through the go-bag at her feet, and I wonder what he has planned until he stands back up holding a black box. I smile, knowing exactly what’s inside. We picked this up for her a while back, and what a perfect fucking occasion to try it out.
“May I?” I ask, holding out a hand for it.
“Please,” he says, handing it over as we both smile at the woman who has no idea what’s coming.
I drop to my knees before her, and she whimpers in anticipation. I set the box on the floor and glance back up at Sebastian.
“Eyes on me, sugar. You don’t need to know what he’s doing down there,” he says, right on cue.
I love how well this man and I work together.
I look up, making sure she’s following orders before I remove the lid.
Her legs are crossed at the ankles, and that just won’t do. I gently tap her soft skin, signaling for her to part them.
She does.
Fuck. This woman.
With her legs now spread, I am able to appreciate how much this turns her on. And oh fuck, does that turn me on. I groan out my pleasure and I can’t fucking take it any longer. Within a second, my mouth is completely over her wet slit, my tongue trailing between every fold before moving up to circle her clit. She squirms and gasps, and I start to get a little frustrated she’s not holding still.
“Don’t move, sweetheart. Be our good fucking girl and let Lu have his fun,” Sebastian says, and she immediately stills.
I kiss her pussy slowly and she moans, but she doesn’t move. Like our good fucking girl.
My mouth wanders up, and I play with her little hoop piercing with my tongue, reveling in the sound of her cry. When my teeth find their way around her clit, she can’t help but squirm.
“Hold. Still,” Sebastian commands, and she stills again. I spread her legs wider, then bury my face into her pussy, kissing and licking and taking my fucking fill of her. She shudders and whimpers, but before she can come, I drag my mouth away.
I smile, loving the feeling of her arousal all over my face. Instinctively, I reach up to wipe it off, until I hear Sebastian from behind me.
“Leave it,” he says. I pull my hand away, chuckling, before focusing back on what it is I came down here to do.
“Eyes. On. Me,” Sebastian reminds her, and I’m sure she’s following his orders, because I can hear the sounds of his clothing coming off. My heartbeat quickens knowing that the man behind me will be naked when I turn around.
I push that thought aside, forcing myself to concentrate.
I pull the vibrator from the box, smiling as I slowly slide it in and out of the wet mess I just made of Leena’s pussy. She lets out a noise of pleasure when I press it all the way inside of her, and fuck, I love the sound of it.
But we’re not finished yet.
I slide two of my fingers inside of her along with the toy, curling them until they are coated with her arousal and she’s moaning my fucking name. I pull them out, running them over the connecting piece of the vibrator until it’s slick in my hand. Then, I slide that piece back, circling an even tighter hole.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, and I’ve barely touched her with it.
“Deep breath, it’s not that big,” I coach her. She inhales, exhales, and relaxes the muscles enough that I can slide the small toy past the tight ring and inside of her.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, and I smile, pressing one last kiss against her wet heat before standing in front of her.
“How’s that feel?” I ask, checking in with her like I always do.
“Mmmm,” she hums.
“I need words, Leena,” I remind her.
“Good. It feels good,” she replies.
“And the handcuffs?” Sebastian adds.
“They’re fine,” she says quickly, squirming and clenching against the toy that is now in both her ass and her pussy.
“You’ll tell us the second they’re not, yes?” I stare at her pointedly.
“Yes, sir,” she says, those dark eyes finding mine. I stare at her, somewhere between love and lust until I feel Sebastian’s massive presence step up behind me.
“Give me the remote,” he says.
“Remote?!” Leena exclaims, her eyes growing wide as they dart between us, realizing exactly what’s about to happen.
“I told you…” Sebastian taps her nose with it. “You shouldn’t have run.” He smirks, and I grin, pleased with how this evening is shaping up.
Until Sebastian turns to me.
“And you,” he growls out, his large hand encompassing my entire throat, forcing my head to tip back as I try to suck in a breath. “You thought it was perfectly acceptable to be your usual, flirty self at that party. Letting women hang all over you. Letting them buy into that dimpled smile. Well… Guess. Fucking. What?” he spits out, stepping closer to me, his grip on my throat tightening.
I’m very aware of the fact that he’s naked at this point.
“What?” I say through gritted teeth, my voice strained from the pressure.
“You’re. Mine,” he grinds out. “This is your punishment too.”
My eyes dart to his and I’m filled with a strange mix of satisfaction from him acknowledging that I’m his for the first time, and concern at what my punishment will be.
It’s been a while since Sebastian was rough with me, and I can’t say I’m mad about this turn of events. I study his eyes, and what I find there is ravenous hunger.
I fucking love it.
“I’ll let you off easy this time,” he says, but his grip on my throat hasn’t let up. Not one bit. “You’re going to give me all the attention you’ve been so carelessly handing out, and Leena is going to watch,” he says, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks.
A chill runs up my spine, and I close my eyes, taking in the scent of his cologne. And as far as punishments go, I’m fucking fine with this one.
Leena clearly isn’t.
“No, please, touch me,” she pleads, straining against her cuffs, but unable to reach us. Her perfect breasts are heaving with her breath, her nipples even harder, and I know how wet she is for us.
“Oh, you want us to touch you, sweetheart?” Sebastian asks, looking over at her, but keeping his hand on me. “Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to misbehave,” he says, eyeing every inch of her naked body.
He turns back to me and I smile, licking the part of my lip that still tastes like Leena.
“I better take care of that first,” Sebastian says, softer this time. His hand loosens to a gentle caress, trailing to the back of my neck to pull me closer. He takes my lips in his and I let out a groan.
It’s not a kiss, per say, it’s more of his determination to get every drop of Leena’s arousal off of me.
And it’s fucking everywhere.
I close my eyes as his mouth and tongue taste my lips, my chin, my cheek, if it was there, he fucking found it.
I reach a hand down, gasping in relief as I grip my aching cock through my pants.
He immediately slaps my hand away.
“Did I say you could fucking touch that?” he asks, and I look up toward the ceiling, working to compose myself.
“No. Sir,” I say in a clipped, exasperated tone before bringing my eyes back down to his.
“That’s right. You can’t touch it. That’s your punishment. I’m going to fuck your face until I come down your throat, and if you can manage to keep your hands where they belong until I do, then I’ll let you fuck Leena. Understand?” he asks, and it’s a hard fucking demand to make.
Can I actually have this man’s cock down my throat without touching myself?
It’s never happened before. But here goes a test of my self control, because I know from experience how excruciating it is to be handcuffed and forced to watch Sebastian fuck the person you love with no relief.
I hear Leena’s cuffs rattle. It’s heartbreaking and makes my dick throb at the same time, knowing that she will be watching me go down on Sebastian. But she pissed the man off on purpose, knowing damn well that something like this would happen.
“Don’t move,” Sebastian states. I still, waiting.
Then, he undresses me slowly. Oh, so fucking slowly.
He takes his time with my buttons, making my breath hitch. He rips my dress shirt off my shoulders violently and my dick throbs for him. He runs his large hands over my abdominals and I find it difficult to keep my hands off him when he starts on my pants.
When he slides my pants and underwear down in one quick motion, freeing my erect cock, I tip my head back and close my eyes. I know that I’m not allowed to touch it, but I desperately need him to.
Finally, he does.
He takes my entire cock down his throat so immediately, I don’t even realize what’s happening until it hits the back of his throat. I gasp out a breath.
Then, just as quickly, he’s gone.
Now I’m the one aching with need, because having my cock down his throat, even for a second, was one of the highlights of my fucking day.
“On the couch. Now,” he says, his voice strained as he strides over to settle himself down first, facing Leena. He props a pillow behind his head, then one foot up on the couch, the other on the floor, leaving room for me. His dick is just as hard as mine is at this point and I can’t take my eyes off his body… off all those muscles and the way he’s spread himself wide open for me.
Given all the times we topped submissives together or brought home a girl from a bar together, I don’t know how I never noticed how much I fucking love this. Love him. But I do.
Fuck me, I do.
I almost touch my own cock again at the thought, at the sight of him, before remembering I’m not allowed. I straighten out my clenched fists, letting them rest flat on my bare thighs and try to ignore the way this man is looking at me. Ignore how Leena is literally handcuffed to the rail beside me, squirming with a need that I’m not allowed to do anything about unless I can keep my shit together over the next few minutes.
Sebastian’s eyes meet mine as he casually hits a button on the remote, then tucks his hands behind his head. Leena gasps.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, but he ignores her, keeping his eyes on me.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”