Chapter 44
Quinn
Keith was the one who followed me home. Zane hitched a ride, and Taven came along a little while later. Apparently, they wanted to make sure Chin didn’t die. The moment I opened my door, Keith was at my side, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me inside. He pressed his lips firmly to mine, and I kissed him back eagerly, running my fingers gently over his muscular shoulders.
Pulling back, he hissed, “Let’s wait on Taven.”
I nodded approvingly before plopping down on the couch to watch Keith pull his cut and shirt off. I winced a bit at the bruising that marred his chest as he headed to the kitchen.
“Want a drink?”
“I’m good,” I replied.
A few moments later, he returned with a fast-food cup in his hand. Taking a sip, his sexy Jade eyes traced my every curve. “You sure? You may want to loosen up for what I have planned.”
I smiled. “And what is that?”
“Taven’s favorite game.”
The sound of a motorcycle pulling up to the house interrupted my response. Taven was home. The moment he came through the door, he hung up his cut and took the drink from Keith.
“Go get ready. I wanna play.” Keith’s eyes never left mine as Taven smirked and walked down the hall.
“What kind of game are we playing?” I squeaked.
He wrapped his hand around my neck, and my heartbeat instantly sped up. “The fun kind, Sweet Pea.” Licking the side of my face, his massive hand moved to my chin. “Now get in the bedroom.”
He released me, and I did as commanded. After all, that’s what it was, a command, not a request. His darkly seductive words had my pussy throbbing as I sat on the bed, waiting patiently. It seemed like time moved slowly, taking forever before the guys showed up.
“You remember the safe word, Sweet Pea?” Keith asked as he walked to the dresser.
I had to think for a moment. It was some kind of drink… “Root beer,” I said with confidence.
He grinned. “Good girl.” Reaching into the top drawer, Keith pulled out black straps. “Get naked.”
I hesitated for only a moment before complying. Taven stood there, watching, waiting. With a snarl, Keith grabbed his lower jaw. “You gonna be a brat tonight?”
Taven shook his head. “No.”
The grip got tighter. “No, what?”
“No, sir.”
Keith took a step back, unthreading his belt. Folding it over, he snapped it and smacked Taven on the backside so hard it made me jump. “Good boy.”
He turned to me, grinning wickedly. “These are the types of games we like to play, Sweet Pea. The game where I’m in charge. I’m the master.” He pulled out a knife and pressed it against my jaw. “You will do everything I say.” With a slight flick, pain sliced across my skin. I hissed and reached up, but he grabbed my hand and licked the small wound. “Mmm, you taste good.”
What the fuck am I getting myself into? I stood there, still as stone.
“Get on your knees.”
Taven obeyed. Keith wrapped the straps around his lover’s upper body until his arms could no longer move.
“Get on the end of the bed, Sweet Pea.”
Without hesitation, I did as I was told, slightly afraid of what he would do if I disobeyed. Don’t be scared. He gave you a safe word for a reason. Suck it up and do it. Who knows, it could be fun.
“Spread your legs. Put your feet on the bed.”
Keith picked up one foot and yanked it towards the bedpost, tying it to the metal before doing the same with the other foot. I was wide open.
Keith walked away to pick up a studded paddle. Rearing back, he struck Taven so hard across the back that it made me wince. He only clenched his teeth and groaned.
“I want to see you face first in her cunt.”
Taven crawled to me. When he reached the end of the bed, he leaned over, running his tongue over my clit. My toes curled and my breaths were shallow as his tongue slithered around my sensitive bundle of nerves and into my core. Keith loomed behind him, dry-humping his ass. He grabbed Taven by the hair and yanked his face up. “You want this cock?”
“Yes, sir.”
Keith shoved his head away. “Too fucking bad. Eat that fucking pussy.”
Taven’s face dived into my dripping cunt. Keith walked behind me, a new set of straps in hand. He grabbed my arms, almost making me fall flat on my back, and tied my wrists together. He strolled around the bed and pulled something from his pocket, a gun.
Horrified, I watched as he yanked Taven’s face away from my pussy again. The gun’s barrel slid an inch past my soaked lips, and I yelped. Keith watched my reactions with a dangerous smirk. Pulling the weapon free, he brought it to his mouth and licked the end. With a wink, he brushed the cold steel against my clit. “You’re a freaky bitch, aren’t you? You like this.”
I nodded because, weirdly enough, I did.
“Answer me. You’re a freaky bitch, aren’t you?”
“I’m a freaky bitch!” I cried.
“Get your face back in there, Taven.”
The delicious torment continued as Keith retrieved a little blue toy from the dresser. He slathered it in lube and slid it into Taven, who jumped and momentarily stopped licking.
“Who the fuck told you that you could stop?”
Taven started again, and I moaned in delight, my back arching in pleasure.
“Look’s like that cock is good and hard. Now fuck her. I wanna hear her scream.”
Despite the lack of his arms, Taven lumbered to his feet. Keith grabbed his rock-hard cock and guided it to my needy hole. He thrust forward, giving it all he had. His body rammed against me, over and over. It hurt. I was so close to screaming the safe word, but damn it, it felt good, too. My orgasm was building in my belly when Keith began to untie me. When my feet were free, I wrapped them around Taven’s body to pull him close. “Stop!”
Taven stopped midstroke, and Keith freed him from the straps. “Get on your hands and knees, Sweet Pea.”
Quickly, I slid from the bed and got onto the floor. I kept my eyes on Keith, watching his every move. He stepped in front of me and yanked at his jeans until his thick, hard cock was hanging out. “Fuck her harder.”
Taven slid inside of me and began thrusting from behind. I cried out, my fingers digging into the carpet.
“No teeth.” Keith grabbed my hair roughly and yanked my face to his cock, pressing the head firmly against my lips. I opened my mouth, allowing his shaft to slide down my throat. I was at their mercy as Taven’s hard and sharp thrusts forced Keith’s shaft further and further down my throat. Tears were beginning to well up in my eyes with each violent movement.
“Fuck yeah!” growled Keith.
My pussy clenched around Taven, sending chills up my spine. The sudden change of pressure caused him to release deep inside with a harsh groan. Keith forced himself into my mouth a few more times before I tasted the warm load he fed me. His hand tightened in my hair as his body shook. “Good girl!” he shouted, pulling back. The praise made me almost euphoric. “Fuck. I can’t wait to see what you can do when I don’t have busted ribs. We’re gonna have lots of fun, Sweet Pea.”
I wiped my mouth. “You two do this often?”
Both men chuckled, but Keith was the one to answer. “We take turns. Taven likes to be all sweet and savory, and I like to play fucked up games. What we did just now was mild. I’m still a little too fucked up to do what I really want.” He ran his finger along his bottom lip. “Plus, I’m not the type of dom that’s going to toss a new sub into the lion’s den. I won’t go full-on right away, but I will test you, Sweet Pea. I’ll push you. It will be my goal to make you say that safe word at least once.” He glanced at Taven with a grin. “He said the safe word a lot when we first started out. Now, he can be spanked, choked, and whipped. And he’ll come crawling to me for more.”
I swallowed. “Does he do that to you?”
Taven cackled. “Shit, he’s too much of a brat for that. We tried once, but he’s a dom, and I like being the sub.”
I was getting curious. If we were all going to be an item, I shouldn’t be afraid to ask, especially if there would be threesomes. “So, you’re always the dom, top, or whatever?”
Keith shook his head. “No. We usually swap. But we both have very different styles. You’ll get used to it, Sweet Pea.”