Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
A nyone would think it was Christmas day with the way that Key’s bouncing all over the place right now. His energy would be infectious, had he not decided to wake me up at this god awful hour and drag me downstairs to make fudge and brownies for him. It’s quite literally Santa-isn’t-finished-with-his-rounds early.
I’m just setting up in the kitchen with Key merrily humming by my side, working away on getting all the ingredients out when a tired Atlas walks in.
“I thought you were sleeping in?” He directs his question to Key, his voice gruff.
I shake my head, smiling. “Yeah, that definitely didn’t happen. Apparently, brownies and fudge are more important than snuggles.”
Atlas huffs in disagreement.
“Sugar,” Key whines with a pout as he steps up to frame my face with both hands while I’m trying to measure the sugar out. He pulls us nose to nose, and I can’t see a damned thing. “You know cuddles with you are more important. You know that, right?!”
“Key! Stop, I can’t see.” I chuckle. “If you want edible brownies, then back the fudge off.”
“Edibles?” He asks, his voice laced with excitement.
I swat him away.
“No, now away with you. I’m still parched you know.” Reminding him he promised me hot chocolate. I grin, watching his face dull, then lighten up like a kid on Christmas day, once again.
Despite protesting the early wake up call, I’ve loved every minute of it. His excitement and cheer is soothing in a way I can’t describe.
“Yes, ma’am. Don’t mind me, ma’am. I’ll be just over here, ma’am.” Saluting me, he shuffles back to his station and continues to adorn my hot chocolate. At this rate, there’s going to be more toppings than hot chocolate.
Watching on, happiness swirling in my chest like the storm outside, it takes me a second to realize Atlas is watching me. Placing the sugar down on the worktop, I head over to him and wrap my arms around his waist.
“Were you on watch again last night?”
“Yeah,” his gruff reply comes as he wraps his arms around me and draws me in close.
With one hand at the nape of my neck, playing with my hair, I rest my head on his chest and take a deep, cleansing breath. The smell of him invades my senses. The sweet musk and a hint of wood smoke relaxes me further as I drift in his presence.
“Do you really need to do that while there’s a record breaking snowstorm outside?” I tilt my heading, looking up to him.
“We’re not taking any chances. It’s unlikely anyone would be able to move in a storm like this, but it also offers cover to those who are desperate enough.”
I guess that’s true.
“Why don’t you head to bed for a while, and I’ll come wake you up in a bit?” Reaching up on my tip toes, I place a gentle kiss on his lips, which he returns and deepens. With his palm flat against the back of my head, he devours me, stealing my breath away and making my panties uncomfortably wet.
“Enough hokey pokey, you two!” Key exclaims, running over waving a wooden spoon everywhere. “ We -” he punctuates as he extracts me from Atlas’ hold and pushes me back towards the kitchen island. “-have goodies to make. And you,” he says to Atlas, pointing the spoon at him. “-need sleep! We have a big day ahead of us.”
“We do?” My brow furrows, we’d planned on doing very little today so I can prepare for tomorrow.
“Everyday is a big day with you, gorgeous, now on with you!” I yelp as he smacks my ass with the spoon. “My sugar senses are tingling and they need their fix!”
F our hours. It took four blitzen hours to make some fudge and brownies.
Though, it really had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with the extracurricular activities that followed. Two hot and steamy sessions on the kitchen counter, a couple of food fights and a spicy shower later and I’m walking out of the bathroom, finally ready to make breakfast.
Eager to repeat the events of this morning, but knowing I can’t because I need the time to prepare for tomorrow, I decide to adorn my sexy teddy to tease them all. I may not be able to act upon my desires, but I sure can bring them down in festive misery with me.
It’s my all-time favorite teddy. It’s one that has sleigh bells, candy canes, Christmas hats and gingerbreads on it, with my cream knitted socks pulled all the way up past my knees. It shouldn’t look sexy at all, but it really, really does. The way it conforms to my curves and drops low at my breasts. I absolutely love it!
A whistle rents the air as two massive arms engulf me from behind. Teddy’s big hands splay possessively over my chest and lower abdomen, sending my sex drive into overdrive and making me regret my choice to tease them.
“A teddy for a Teddy, how thoughtful,” he whispers. His hot breath tickles my ear, causing my core to clench. “For a gimmicky teddy, you sure look as hot as Rudolph’s nose in it.”
I gasp, slapping his hand over my chest. “I’m mildly offended by that!”
Key sticks his head out of the bathroom to offer words of warning. “Just remember who you have in your grip there, brother. Nutcracker has always attacked from the front up until now. Make sure to keep your wits about you!”
I feel Teddy tense behind me, shifting his weight slightly to hide his crown jewels. I pat his hand condescendingly.
“Now, would I ever do such a thing?” I pout, glancing over my shoulder at him.
He raises an eyebrow.
Atlas grunts grouchily from his position on the bed. That is, until his focus alights on me.
“Fuck.” He sits up, rearranging himself in the process, stirring my lightning hot need even more. “You’re going to have to go get changed if you want to get anything done today besides yourself.”
My mouth goes dry at the heated look in his eye and the thick sexual tension that floods the room. Before their mini candy canes can make good on their promises, I extricate myself from Teddy’s arms and grab my cream, silk robe.
“Nope. No time for that. I’m going down to make breakfast. Don’t be long or your food will go cold!”
“You are not heading out there dressed like that,” Atlas growls, anger seeping into his tone.
I turn, raising an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”
Prowling out of bed, he stalks over until he’s toe to toe with me.
“I said-”
“I know what you said. What I’m struggling with is how you think you can control me or speak to me in that way. I’ve just gotten rid of an ex who did that, I don’t need another man following in his footsteps.”
The breath leaves my chest in a rush as Atlas pins me up against the wall with a hand to my throat. Squeezing gently, he leans down so we’re nose to nose.
“Don’t ever compare me to that piece of shit, baby girl. You know I’m not in this to control you.” He tightens his grip, yet his thumb tenderly strokes across the column of my throat. “What I have a problem with is your sexy ass self, walking around in your teddy for him to see.”
“I can do what I-” He tightens his grip to a point where I can still breathe, but I can’t draw a full breath.
“You are mine now. Ours . And we do not share, baby girl.”
Glancing up into his molten eyes–that look more black than green right now–I can’t help the moan that slips loose at his possessive nature. The submissive in me begging to do everything he says, just so I can get my reward.
Leaning down, his breath tickles my cheek as his other hand roams my curves. “Now, you’re either going to get changed, or you’re going to lay there like a good girl while I spank your ass and fuck you until you behave.”
My breath catches as a needy whimper whispers past my lips. My hands claw at his around my throat, my pussy pulsing to the beat of my rapid heartbeat.
“What will it be?”
Defiantly, I glare up at him. I’ve backed down to a man in my life too many times to back down now.
A sadistic grin splits his lips as his grip flexes around my throat. “Your safe word is gingerbread.”
Not even giving me a second to respond, he pulls me away from the wall by his grip, and marches me over to the bed before spinning me in his grip. Teddy and Key both stand on the other side of the bed in their tactical gear, making my heart race. Both of them have their arms folded across their chests and combat boots on, with one propped up on the bed frame.
“A little birdie told me that you like us in our tac gear.” Taking his time, Atlas moves his other hand down to the zip at the front of my teddy and unzips it, baring me to Key and Teddy. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re screaming for us to stop. When everything gets too much.”
Throwing me on the bed, I squeak at the movement and try to scramble up, only to be stripped of the teddy and pinned to the bed by Teddy and Key’s boots. Keeping their hold light, there’s just enough pressure on my shoulders to make me feel pinned, but not enough to make me feel in danger.
“You didn’t think you were getting away that easily, did you, Sugar?” Key drawls, a sharpness to his voice that elicits all sorts of reactions from me.
Tracing his hand up my socks, he follows their line over my ass and all the way up my back until he circles round and cups my chin.
“I could get used to this view.” Key licks his lips. “What do you reckon, Teddy?”
“I reckon we should play hitman and hostage a lot more often,” Teddy grins over his folded arms.
Wearing a skintight black long sleeve, his arms, pecs and abs practically bulge at the seams. The tight material conforms to every nook and cranny of his chiseled body, making my mouth water and my pussy scream in need. Breath heaving, and core aching, I wait in eager anticipation of Atlas. I’m not waiting long before the sound of his combat boots on the floor are sending shivers up my spine.
Knowing that I’m safe in the guys’ hands and that they will respect me in all ways, I pluck up the courage to explore my sexual desires. Desires that I’ve had for years, but not had the right environment to explore.
Feeling the need to fight back, to chase the thrill, I try to break free before Atlas gets to me. Catching them completely by surprise, I manage to make it from under their boots and get myself up onto my knees. Unfortunately, that’s where my luck runs out.
Grabbing me from behind, Atlas maneuvers me to the edge of the bed and throws me over his knees. Squirming, I continue to try to get away until a sharp sting lights up my ass, making me hiss and moan.
“Behave,” Atlas command reverberates around the room, coaxing my inner submissive to submit. I cry out, fisting the comforter in my hand as he swats my ass again. This time, the force of the hit has my clit rubbing up against the rough side of one of the pockets on his pants. Sending sharp tingles through my core, I moan languidly as the fight ebbs out of me. The pleasure all too consuming.
Breathing through the next hits and the fire lighting up my core, I barely notice when Key and Teddy walk round the side of the bed to where we are. I only realize they’re there when the sound of a zipper being undone fills the near quiet of the room.
“Open,” Teddy commands, lifting my chin and squeezing none too gently. Doing as I’m told, I open my mouth wide and welcome his intrusion. Sucking on the tip, I work my way down to the base and back up again. I hiss as he grabs my hair in his fist and rams my head down on his cock, making me gag.
“That’s it, Little One. Take your punishment like the little brat you are.”
I scream around his dick as his words, the pressure on my clit and Atlas’ hits cause an orgasm to hit me with such force, that I swear I black out for a second. Coming round, their voices surrounding me like I’m under water, I barely notice that I’m being lifted onto the bed and placed on my knees.
Arms out in front, with my back stretched languidly, they resume their position and pin me with their boots. The only addition this time is the cold blade that Key holds just under my chin and the sight of him palming his now freed erection with his other hand. My heart thrums at the sight of it all. But in a good way.
Forcing me to lift my chin and hold it up, I can only peer up at them through my eyelashes. And from their looks, that’s exactly what they want.
“My turn, Sugar.”