novelxo Room One: Club Sin: Chapter 5
Rules kept me in line for years. I finally decided to break them, cast away the fucking straitjacket society placed me in and here we are.
She’s beyond gorgeous all fired up and ready to kick our asses. Seeing her blue eyes simmer with rage and those dainty hands of hers balled into fists makes my cock solid steel and ready to pound her into submission.
I drink in her pose—open thighs, kneeling so pretty while holding an anal plug in one hand and a fat dildo in the other. We will need the former, but not the latter. We’ve gone too long not having her in our arms and in our beds that we have no use for rubber dicks. But it is cute to see the stain of red on her cheeks.
Kandy looks up at us. Those bright eyes lighting on each of us in turn. It took a while and a few thrashing from my friends, but I’ve lost all hang-ups that stood between my stepsister and me a long time ago. The look of pure devastation on her face the day I told her to leave and never come back has chased me for years and I’m finally able to do something about it. We all are.
I step through the door, Brogan and Ryder bringing up the rear. I hear the snick of the door close, and the soft click of metal feels freeing. None of us are leaving here tonight. Not until sweet, virgin Kandy Lockhart is fully ours.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Our lioness with her massive head of blonde hair arranged in beautiful curls is on her feet now and ready to tear into us. Every move she makes causes the heavy swell of her bare breasts to sway. Taut nipples catch my eye, and those sweet berry-red tips beg me to taste them then clamp them in something pretty. I smile.
In time.
Panic twines through those pretty blues when we move as a unit across the room toward her.
She stumbles backward from us and doesn’t stop her retreat until the back of her knees are against the bed. She thinks she can run to safety, but nothing will get between us again. Reality is, I was a fool to let her get away the first time. We all were, but I carry the bulk of the blame on my shoulders for what happened. I cared too much about my career and what others thought of me back then. A few years of nearly dying for my country and I learned the hard way that if I don’t take what I want out of this life while I can, there might not be anything left to live for one day.
And I want Kandy. In my life, at my side, in my bed. I remember the addictive taste of her release on my tongue. The feel of her core tightening around my fingers and her girl-cum gushing into my mouth.
And then I chased her away. Spilled lies and broke her heart. All out of fear.
Kandy is our one weakness none of us are willing to give up. It kills a part of me to think I made her believe otherwise. Shame of our dark, sexual cravings and the fact our parents are married drove me to push her away. She may have been aroused at the idea of having three lovers back then. But I couldn’t allow her to make a life-lasting mistake for simple curiosity.
Looking back, I couldn’t fathom the idea of her craving the same sexual desires that are so much a part of us. My blond, blue-eyed angel was too pure. Too good. And way too damn young to know what she wanted.
I thought I knew what was best for her. For all of us. Which made me a dick.
But the days of second-guessing and giving a shit what others think are over for us. We resigned our positions in the military and put the dangers of us coming home in a body bag to sleep. Now all our focus is on getting our girl back.
We spent the last six years learning there is no running from who we are just like there’s no living without the one who feeds our souls. Trick is convincing her how fucking sorry we are at letting her slip away.
With each step she takes, it drives the animal in me to give chase. To catch her, spread her beneath me and watch her fist-tight pussy clench around my shaft. Experience the ripple of her release as Brogan or Ryder sinks their cock into her impossibly tight ass.
“Run, little virgin. There’s nowhere to go, butterfly. Try to fly. We’ll only catch you.”
Her eyes, highlighted with a heavy amount of artfully applied black eyeliner, grow wide. Her dress hangs off the back of a nearby chair and I see her trying to edge in that direction.
I move my massive body and block her path.
“You need to leave. I’m expecting someone.” She casts her gaze to all three of us and it’s cute how she thinks letting fear bleed into her voice will send us scurrying out the door with our tails between our legs.
“We know.” Brogan answers, tugging the robe out of reach and tossing it aside to join her evening gown when she tries for it next.
Realization slowly begins to sink in and her entire, luscious body goes rigid. Scorching red fades over fine porcelain skin and I want to run my tongue over every inch to remind myself of how sugary sweet she tastes. Cherry-stained lips part and the tip of her tongue peeks out to brush along her lower lip. My cock grows harder remembering her taking my friend deep inside that mouth.
Ryder flanks her from the left and Brogan from the right.
Impulse drives me to close the distance in a couple of strides, and then suddenly I’m on her. Firm, supple skin greets the palms of my hands when I wrap my arms around her.
Her breath catches and those soft hands rise to my chest. She pushes at me, but that’s not going to get her anywhere.
“Atlas, what do you want? Please, I beg you. Leave. You can’t be here. I’m meeting someone.” Notions of tying her up cloud my vision for a moment. But it’s her fault. Every time she moves, hard nipples rake across my chest and I’m hungry for a taste. Starved.
“We’re not going anywhere, Kandy,” I offer with surety.
“Then find another room. This one is taken and I have a date to get laid. Which you’re botching.”
Fiery eyes level on mine. It takes effort, but I clamp down on the need to give a possessive growl. The second I breathe in her scent, my senses kick into overdrive. Blood pounds and rushes to my dick. It fucking makes my cock throb with lust heavy and long between my legs.
“Atlas Stone, pack up your goons and leave.” Another fist against the chest only makes me laugh.
Perfection. “This is room one, right?”
“You know it is.”
“Then we’re right where we need to be,” I answer honestly. Sweet, sweet perfection. Bitable red lips and big, sultry eyes rise. “Are you going to be a good girl and play with us this evening?”
Under normal circumstances I would step away, give the woman some space, and we could work this out. But we have twelve hours, and I didn’t survive through over a decade of military life and war by not knowing how to hone perfect timing. My life and those of my men often counted on my ability to spot opportunities. I am not about to waste a second of this one on arguing over the past.
Brogan moves in and kisses the rise of her shoulder and the dip of her neck. “We’re your dates for the evening, Kandy. All three of us.” He speaks low and it seems to work for a moment.
She gives herself away by tilting her head to the side. Not much but I notice.
But contempt is all she has for me. I get the full force of it when she glowers up at me and pounds a tiny fist on my chest. She’s trying to fight me and her own desires, but the hint of excitement lighting those amazing eyes tells me a whole other story.
“Then I’m out. You can have the room and its box of toys all to yourself. Have fun using the anal plug.” There she goes again trying to push me away.
Ryder chuckles darkly from where he stands off to the side, his stare intense and unwavering. “We have a plan for that. You signed a binding contract. Had you taken a minute to read you would have realized once signing you are unable to leave for a total of twelve hours. Or pay the fine.”
I watch her cheeks darken with a fierce blush as my friend fills her in on a few details of the fine print our pretty vixen overlooked in her rush to sign.
Her best friend worked hard to keep this a secret during the planning stages. Lucky for us Justice was on our side when we called her personal number and requested a meetup. It took a couple of months to pull off with the writing of the contract and picking the right room for our untouched woman. It will be worth it, but our girl isn’t going to make it easy.
“Did you read the fine print, baby?”
Brogan takes her hand in his and kisses the tips of each finger. She works her mouth a couple of times, but I don’t let her find her voice. I give in to my baser instincts though I promised to take the evening slow. I lower my head and savor the moment my lips connect with hers. Sweet remnants of champagne linger on her tongue when she opens for me, and I sweep my tongue over hers.
I keep my eyes open, and flashes of sapphire flames shine back at me. She breaks the kiss and looks absolutely ravishing with her eyes narrowed on me filled with murder.
“What’s the fine? I’ll pay whatever it is. Hit me with a number. I’m ready.”
I smile. “One point five million dollars.” An amount our lucrative luxury cabin building business has furnished us with and many times over. It’s taken a couple of years to get rolling, but we’re through the roughest part.
Her jaw hinges open. “What the hell?”
This time I step away and let one of the other men take my place. I loosen the knot of my tie; Brogan does the same. I pull mine from my collar at the same time he does and the long black silk joins Kandy’s dress over the back of a nearby chair.
“I’ll ask Justice. She’ll foot the bill and I can pay her back.”
I smile and work the buttons of my shirt open letting the lapels fall away from my chest. “No phone, remember.”
Those fuckable lips of hers fall open and I can’t wait to see her take one of us between those red-stained treasures. “That was your doing, wasn’t it?” She crosses her hands over her chest and tries to act tough.
“You’re stuck here. Our captive for the next twelve hours with extensions of time available should we see fit.”
Ryder steps in and catches Kandy when the force of reality buckles her knees. She looks good in my friend’s arms and my attention is drawn to how her fingers curl around his bicep.
“Captive?”
“That’s right, my hart. You’re not leaving until we say.”
We all knew it would take something powerful to keep her within these walls once we showed our faces. So he hit her one weakness. Money. Nothing to be ashamed of, but as former SEALs exploiting others’ weaknesses is just another day on the job. In this case, it was a necessary evil for the greater good.
“You low down, dirty, no good, scoundrels of men.”
My cock is now pounding at the zipper to be let out. I force a smile and push to the front an air of arrogance. “You’ve summed us up rather nicely.”
She has spirit and I’m up for a good challenge. It’ll make the claiming all the sweeter.
With a deep chuckle Brogan eases away and slides the deadbolt on the door in place.
“All three of you are nuts. You think tying me up will make me have sex with you? Ha! I’ll scream, someone will hear my cries and you three dingbats will be in jail before sunrise.”
“They’ll hear you scream and think you’re having the fuck of a lifetime,” Brogan answers for us and shrugs out of his jacket. I stay back and admire the delightful sight of her naked body when Brogan comes back to Kandy, bends, and picks our girl up over the shoulder.
Fists fly and I think I see a knee connect with a rib. He raises a hand and slaps her on the ass, plops her down in the middle of the room and Ryder comes up behind her.
A flushed, furious Kandy is huffing. She raises a hand to slap Brogan but he deftly catches her hand and kisses the inside of her palm.
“This is not happening. You can’t make me do this.”
Her eyes flash with defiance.
“But it is and by the time we are done with you, you will be begging us to fuck you.”
“Hardly. Did that once and it got me a door across the ass.”
I lift her chin high. “We’ll see.” I refuse to let our past actions prevent tonight from happening.
Together Brogan and Ryder secure her wrists above her head and lock her in padded leather cuffs. Ones I’m pretty sure my sweet butterfly missed on her perusal of the room while she waited. The trunk of toys did its job.
Her eyes shift from me to Brogan and then Ryder.
She rasps a ragged sigh and repeats herself, and I chuckle at her defiance.
“Sex is not an option. Forget it.” But her words are fainter and hold a fraction less heat.
Raspy breaths tear from her chest causing her heavy breasts to quiver enticingly. I visually notice her shiver when Brogan runs his hands down her raised arms and over the supple swells of her hips. She leans into him too and that little sign lets me know we haven’t gone too far. She’s excited even if pissed.
I take the contract Ms. Charlotte passed me in the hallway from the pocket inside my jacket and spread the paper on the table. We each sign on our designated spots.
Ryder passes the pen to Brogan, leaving me for last. They’re already sandwiching our girl, and I stand back watching her lashes fall to her cheeks. “Please, don’t do this.”
Ryder falls to his knees and places a spreader bar between her smooth, shapely legs.
“What? What are you doing?” She jerks on the cuffs.
I’m tempted to release her, let her make the choice of coming to us. But where the fuck is the fun in that?
“Not up for a little kinky foreplay, baby?” Brogan silences her, smearing the remnants of her lipstick with a kiss. They’re both breathing heavily by the time he breaks the wet union. “There’s nothing to be scared of. This just opens you up to a little play. Do the cuffs hurt?”
She hesitates a moment but shakes her head.
I catch her gaze and tip her chin up until it’s only me she focuses on. “I’m a selfish greedy mother fucker. But I’m fair. You get one chance to tell us no.”
Ryder reaches a hand around her middle and spreads her folds for Brogan, who is already diving in to lick the slit of her pussy.
“Mmm, wet and juicy.”
Both of my best friends tweak her body and just plain play dirty.
She gasps and the clanking of chains fills the room.
“In that case, my sweet Kandy, you’ll have a safe word if you ever need us to stop.” I make sure she knows I’m being serious, and I don’t continue until she nods her understanding.
“What is it?” Her voice is resigned to her fate. When her blue gaze meets mine again, I’m leveled from the force of emotion tucked behind those lashes. She may be our prisoner now, but we’ve been hers a helluva a lot longer.
I tap the edge of the gift settled between her breasts. A token of love we sent her on her twenty-first birthday. We didn’t know if she’d toss it in the trash or melt it and make bullets to shoot us with. If we ever let her out of our sight again, both options are still possible.
I trace the lushness of her full bottom lip with the pad of my thumb and work my hand around until I cup the back of her head. With my other hand, I brush her hair to the side and nibble on the tender flesh of her earlobe. “Butterfly,” I rasp in her ear.
I wrap my hands in her silky hair and move my mouth over those pouty red lips. The scent of her, the very essence of her body heat makes the blood in my veins simmer with lust. She moans and I lap up every exquisite sound, hungry for every gasp of pleasure coming from her.
“Then, let’s begin.”