“Absolutely. That isn’t the kind of pain I want to give little London.”
Xander sent his brother a lopsided smile as he tied off the rope on the back side of her wrists. “Precisely. Now you finish.”
Javier grabbed the two loose ends, and secured the nylon rope to the thick wood above her head with a sturdy knot. He looked at her with dark promise, letting her know it was just a matter of time before he unleashed all his pent-up lust on her.
Xander leaned in to inspect his brother’s handiwork, and London gave her wrists an experimental tug. She wasn’t going any place.
“You’re good to go.” He looked at Javier, his expression serious for a change. “I’m going to stay on top of your focus.”
Javier gave his brother a sharp nod, then stepped back to study her. London felt his gaze all over her. Her nipples beaded, her belly knotted, and everything between her legs tightened. After so much pleasure, how could she feel anything but sated? She didn’t know the answer, but there was no denying that she couldn’t wait to feel Javier against her. Inside her.
“I won’t let her down,” he vowed.
“Please fuck me.”
Xander raised a brow and smiled at her. “And manners, too. It doesn’t get much better than that, brother.”
Javier narrowed his eyes. “She’s not restrained enough. Do you have more rope?”
“I’ve got even better stuff,” Xander assured, then reached into his backpack.
When he sounded like he was really looking forward to something, London suspected that she should brace herself. But even knowing that whatever he had up his sleeve would test her hadn’t prepared her for the sounds of rattling and the sight of thick metallic links of chain.
Wide-eyed, London gasped.
“Now you’ve got her attention.” Xander smirked.
Javier’s relentless stare on her sharpened. He gave her a predatory smile as he grabbed one length of chain out of his brother’s hand. “That’s perfect.”
“You okay, belleza? Afraid?”
London blinked up at Xander. “Maybe a little.”
Okay, maybe more than a little. But she wasn’t going to confess that. She trusted Javier. Her fear was based solely on the unknown, but she couldn’t say she’d lived if she didn’t try new experiences. She let the beautiful, sexual anxiety fill her.
How long would it take him to finish binding her down? She soon had an answer.
Javier grabbed one ankle, wrapped a leather cuff around it that she hadn’t noticed before, then secured it around the bedpost and hooked the end closed with some sort of fastening she couldn’t see. Then he stepped back to view his handiwork, sending her a long, low smile that made her shiver. Whatever he did next, he was going to be thorough. “Fasten the other.”
Xander complied instantly, spreading her legs even farther apart in order to restrain her other ankle all the way across the big bed. Her muscles burned with the stretch, and her wet folds were now totally on display. They both zeroed in on her pussy and sent her nearly identical wicked smiles. Her womb clenched.
“Hurry!”
Javier crawled onto the bed and hovered above her, his stare penetrating deep. “You don’t get to set the timetable or make the rules, little one. Dominant.” He pointed to himself. “Lovely submissive.” He put his hand over her chest, then cupped her breast.
“You do what we tell you,” Xander added, running a hand up her thigh. “You take what we give you.”
“And I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg often,” Javier growled.
Every word they spoke only aroused her more. She whimpered and writhed, lifting her hips and staring at them with pleading eyes. “Yes, Sir. Just . . . please.”
“God, that’s music to my ears,” Javier groaned, then pushed away from her.
He turned, searching around him in a circle—the chaise, the floor, the dresser—until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the thick, round bolster pillow in chocolate satin and prowled toward her. “Arch for me.”
Tossing her head back, she did as he asked. Javier slid the pillow under the middle of her back. She didn’t have enough slack in the ropes binding her wrists to lift her upper body up. She could only stay in place, her breasts pointed to the ceiling in offering.
“She looks lovely,” Xander praised. “Good call. You need a safe word, belleza.”
“A what?”
Javier lifted the backpack and tore the zipper down, fishing around inside. “A word that tells us you’ve reached your mental or physical limits. A word not to be used lightly.” He turned to his brother. “Clamps?”
For her nipples? Would they hurt? Would they just put pressure on her sensitive buds? Or would it be like their mouths, a sensation that tugged all the way down to her clit? She swallowed a lump of lust, wishing she could find out right now.
“Sorry. Next time,” Xander said with regret to his brother, then focused on her. “Now think of a word. Something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”
Since she didn’t really know what words she might or might not use then, London drew a bit of a blank.
Xander smiled at her. “Something other than ‘please’ or ‘yes’ or ‘harder.’”
Javier lifted something out of the backpack and tucked it into his palm with a chuckle. “I don’t recommend ‘hurry’ or ‘fuck me,’ either. Whatever word you choose will make us stop immediately.”
“And you shouldn’t settle on anything like ‘no’ or ‘stop,’” Xander advised.
“Because you won’t listen?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Scared and excited and a little nervous, which didn’t totally make sense. Everything was happening so fast, and she wasn’t completely sure how she felt about it all. Except that she wanted these two men. London was crystal clear on that.
He shook his head. “If you want to pretend to protest and you want me to pretend that I’m not listening, I’m game.”
“Me, too.” Javier reached over to the nightstand, set something down out of her line of vision.
“And nothing smart-ass like ‘pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis.’ I had a sub try that on me once.” He smiled tightly. “I gave her a really red butt and absolutely zero orgasms for that. Safe words are serious business, belleza. Pick one.” Xander sounded emphatic.
“Now.” Javier just sounded impatient.
He retrieved whatever he’d placed on the nightstand and slid it into his palm. She stared at his clenched fist and tried to imagine what he held. London’s thoughts went wild, but she really had no idea.
“Um . . .” They both watched her, and it made her anxious. And, okay, it really turned her on. She blurted out the first word that came to mind. “Ford.”
“Like the car?” Xander asked, seemingly confused.
God, she shouldn’t have brought that up. She’d write it off to being rattled if they asked. But a ride inside a Ford was the reason that, at twenty-five, she was just now experiencing the absolute joy of sex. “Yes. Is that okay?”
He and his brother exchanged a glance before Javier snarled, “Ford. Got it. Don’t forget it in case you need it.”
As if she could. “Yes, Sir.”
Javier looked Xander’s way. “Are we done negotiating now?”
“We are.”
The words had barely cleared Xander’s mouth before Javier dove on the bed, between her spread legs. He knelt and opened the little bottle in his hand and put one drop of liquid directly on her clit. With a blistering stare, he spread it around in a slow circle. Any cool-off she’d managed while they’d talked? Gone.
Finishing with the bottle in his hand, Javier put the lid back on and threw it to Xander, who caught it and glanced at it with a wicked laugh.
“W-what is it?” She couldn’t resist asking.
“A little sweet almond oil, a little cinnamon, rosemary extract, and some shit I can’t pronounce . . .” Xander shrugged with a devilish grin.
“Wait one minute and you’ll feel it, little one.” Javier slammed his body over hers, his cock poised at her entrance. “Jesus, the waiting is killing me, but I’m determined that you’ll come with me.”
He slanted his lips over hers and plunged deep into her mouth, seizing her tongue with a growl. The kiss conveyed more than hunger or desperation. He grabbed hold of her like a lifeline, one he’d never let go. London clung with her body, skin to skin, writhing under him as much as the restraints allowed. He was poised above her, right there at her entrance, just waiting. But for what?
Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of something warm between her legs, centered under her clit. It didn’t take long for the warmth to become a slow burn that made her gasp.
“She feels it now.” Xander’s voice was a hoarse purr very close to her ear. Somehow, it seared her everywhere, especially her pussy.
London whimpered, thrusting her hips up again at Javier. He inched back and took one of her nipples in his mouth, teeth nipping. He did the same with the other moments later. Arched up to him with a pillow at her back, she had no way to stop him—not that she wanted to. Her sensitive crests tingled and throbbed as he pulled on them with the suction of his mouth, making her womb pulse with need. The heat in her clit had gone from a kindling to an inferno, and with Javier all over her, kissing and touching her, pressing his thick erection against her thigh, she couldn’t stand another moment of his teasing torment.
“Fuck me, damn it!”
Javier bared his teeth at her. “I’ll punish you for demanding later.”
Barely a moment passed before he surged forward and buried his cock completely inside her in one powerful thrust. As she stretched quickly to accommodate him, London moaned in a long, breathy sound. Her cries mingled with his low bellowing groan, seemingly ripped from his chest.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but unable to move her arms or legs, she could only lay under him at his mercy. Even the firm bolster pillow at her back restricted the movement of her torso. She had only her hips free, and Javier took that movement away immediately when he grabbed them and lifted them into each one of his hard, desperate thrusts.
His every push inside her had him bumping her burning clit with his furious pace. Desire roared inside her, and even though she couldn’t move, she felt as if she was floating, flying. Pleasure bent her mind, defied gravity. It built and ached and screamed as her fierce need for orgasm rose.
“Jesus, you’re heaven, little one,” he growled in her ear. “So tight. I won’t last. Get ready to come.”
Xander leaned in to whisper in her other ear, his lips brushing the sensitive spot beneath. “Does he fill you up, belleza? Does he make you need?”
“Yes!”
Her eyes slid shut at the sensory overload. These two beautiful men were unleashing all their carnal brilliance on her, and she was unraveling. With every one of Javier’s powerful thrusts, they whittled away at her innocence, replacing an untried girl with a woman. Today was the first time she’d experienced ecstasy, and already she wondered how she would ever do without it.
Javier’s breath sawed in his chest. His strokes inside her shortened, quickened, focusing on one spot that sent her eyes flaring wide. She sent a stunned look to Xander, who hovered above her. A smile spread across his face.
“Bingo,” he told his brother. “You’ve got the right spot.”
He’d abraded it half a dozen times with the head of his cock, and every nerve ending inside her sensitive channel came screaming awake again. The pressure and burning multiplied. How was it possible that she could climax yet again and with different sensations than before?
“You’re tightening on me, little one. Fuck.”
Incredibly, he swelled inside her. He slowed his strokes again, lengthened them, dragging the head of his cock over that spot on her inner wall, then igniting another at the top of her cervix. Over and over, he repeated the mind-boggling thrust until the burn magnified, the tingles all converged. And nothing like she’d ever imagined overwhelmed her, building, burning, bursting out with a force that had her shrieking at the top of her lungs as she clamped down on his cock, gripping as if she meant to keep him inside her forever. And she was still unable to process this much wracking pleasure . . .
“Fucking beautiful,” Xander murmured. “That’s it. Come undone. Give us everything.”
“London!” Javier shouted, looking furiously possessive. As he shoved his way into her and completion froze his body, he stared down into her eyes—and marked her soul forever.
Chapter Thirteen
WHILE London showered, Xander joined Javier in the kitchen, unsure what to say. He could be confident in most every area of his life. But his brother’s rejection had always blasted that down to the nub. Had something finally changed between them today?
