Cuffed for Pleasure (8 page)

Her body was in chaos. She couldn’t focus on any specific part or one particular sensation. There was too much, and it was everywhere. She was alive in a new and exciting way. She felt their hands on her skin, felt the thrust of their cocks into her body, and lost herself in the pure pleasure of what they were giving her.

“Perfect tits just begging to be sucked.” Dylan leaned up and took a nipple into his mouth.

“Play with her clit,” Tanner instructed as he continued to fuck her mouth.

Mitch slipped his hand down her hip and dipped between her and Dylan to find her clit. He pressed his thumb over it and began to rub. “Feel good, baby? Like that? Only thing better would be having my lips wrapped around it, sucking.”

She shuddered. Her body was poised on the edge of orgasm. It promised to be fantastic, to take her places she’d not been before. She couldn’t wait. If her mouth hadn’t been busy, she would have begged them to hurry. To fuck her hard and fast and so deep she couldn’t tell where they stopped and she began.

“I’m close,” Mitch panted and picked up the tempo. His thrusts came faster, deep and hard.

Dylan moaned and pumped high into her. His grip on her hips tightened, and he bit down slightly on the nipple in his mouth. She cried out and bucked between them. Tanner pulled his cock from her mouth as she came with Dylan. It took Mitch a few more strokes before he joined them.

The air filled with their harsh breathing as the three of them collapsed in a heap on the bed. It was amazing to have her body pressed so tightly between them. She heard the crinkle of another condom wrapper and turned her head in that direction knowing it had to be Tanner. She felt Dylan shift; then the blindfold was gone from her eyes. She blinked several times before zeroing in on Tanner.

His fingers made quick work of placing the rubber over the tip of his cock and rolling it on. Her gaze rose from his cock to meet his eyes.

“Ready for more?”

She’d never been so well fucked in her life, but just the promise in his eyes had her nodding her head and her body coming back to life.

With a groan, Mitch lifted off her and eased his spent cock out of her ass. He bent to give her a kiss on the side of her head before leaving the bed. “That was amazing,” he said with a smile.

Dylan tilted her head towards him and leaned up to kiss her. It was soft and sweet, sensual. “You are amazing,” he told her before lifting her off him and easing off the bed.

She started to roll over, but a hand on her hip stilled her. She felt hands on her wrists; then the cuffs were gone. She moaned and shifted her arms to her sides. Parts of them had apparently lost blood flow as they tingled with renewed life. Tanner began to massage them from elbow to wrist then elbow to shoulder, and she sighed with pleasure.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I hope the cuffs didn’t hurt too badly.”

“I’m amazing,” she sighed. Then she glanced back, and her gaze locked on his bobbing cock. It was so hard and ready. Just like that, her blood was pumping fine.

“Can you roll over?” Tanner asked. “I’d like to watch your beautiful face. You’re so expressive. I swear you could make me come with just a look.”

He used his hands to help her turn and shifted his legs to the inside of hers. She lifted her knees high and grasped his hips with them as he lowered over her.

He met her eyes as he used one hand to guide his cock to her pussy. They both moaned as he thrust inside. It was good, so good. She didn’t know if she had another orgasm in her, but she really didn’t care. It was enough to see the sheer ecstasy on his face as he pumped slowly in and out of her pussy.

“You’re better than I imagined.”

“You imagined having sex with me?”

“Hell, yeah.”

She grinned. “You’re much better than I fantasized too.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Her hands rose to wrap in his lush locks as she held him close and fed from his lips. He slid a hand between their bodies and tapped his finger against her clit, then around it. That quickly, her body surged and she knew she would come again. His finger pressed and rubbed while his tongue invaded and his cock continued to stroke in and out. She was on fire.

He pulled back from her and began to thrust harder. Mitch and Dylan appeared on either side of her, and their heads dipped to her nipples. They each took one in and sucked greedily on it—sucking, licking, and tugging with their teeth. She closed her eyes and arched her back up off the bed, pressing her breasts higher into their mouths. Her ankles locked around the small of Tanner’s back as she felt another orgasm begin.

It shuddered through her. Not as hard as her earlier two, but no less intense. It washed through her, centering in her womb and trickling out to the rest of her. She moaned low and shuddered. Dylan and Mitch eased up, licking softly, then pulling back completely. Tanner tensed over her, and with a harsh groan of his own spilled into the condom.

Her eyes closed as she continued to shudder and moan. She felt someone tugging at her feet and unwrapped them from Tanner, letting her legs fall to the bed. Tanner moved off of her and still she didn’t open her eyes or move. Masculine chuckles filled the air. The bed dipped to her left, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Dylan. Each of them had a unique masculine scent to them.

The flush of a toilet and the sound of running water reached her. They were obviously cleaning up. She should move and do the same, but she was a boneless heap at the moment and didn’t think her legs would hold her. Soon, she vowed. Just as soon as she could move.

A warm cloth slid between her thighs, and her eyes jerked open. Mitch was there with a wet washcloth cleaning her. She was embarrassed and tried to close her sprawled legs. Then almost laughed. After what they’d just shared, him cleaning her up was embarrassing? Good grief.

“I can do that,” she told him, easing up and reaching for the cloth.

He didn’t argue, just leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips before handing her the cloth.

A soft snore filled the air, and she turned to see Dylan facedown where he’d collapsed beside her on the bed. He was sound asleep. She giggled and Mitch snorted.

“Looks like you wore him out,” Tanner said as he stepped back into the room. None of them wore clothes, and obviously, were comfortable with their nudity even when not having sex.

“Good to know that he’s as sated as I am.” She smiled as she slid off the other side of the bed and stood on shaky legs.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Tanner nodded towards the door.

She smiled as she passed him. She shut the door and leaned against it. She couldn’t stop grinning. She’d just had the most amazing night of sex of her life. What happened now? Would Tanner take her home, which would indicate they’d got what they wanted from her? Or would she stay the night and maybe have sex again at some point in the night or morning? And if she did stay, where would she sleep? With whom?

Did it really matter? She shook her head and reached for the faucet, turning it on. They had only themselves to blame for the fact she didn’t want to leave. In fact, they had created a few new fantasies for her to dream about. Fantasies of developing a relationship with not one, but three men. They’d cuffed her for pleasure, taking her body to heights it had never reached before. She only hoped they planned to keep her there.

Chapter Eight

Mandy threw herself on the bed and bounced as much as possible. She couldn’t hold back the giggles. If the guys could see her now, they would never let her live it down. But she wanted to test to make sure it would hold when they all piled in it later. She was really looking forward to breaking it in.

She lay back and closed her eyes, remembering how everything had changed for her six months ago. An impulsive yes that had changed her life completely and led her to where she was now, in this bed waiting for the men she loved to get home.

So much time had passed since the first night they’d all spent together piled in Tanner’s bed. She’d ended up spending all four of her nights off with them before heading home to go back to work. Tanner had shown up at her door the first night she was home. Mitch the second, and then Dylan. It had made her laugh, wondering how they had decided whose turn it was.

Then she’d had two nights off and spent them at their house. They’d repeated the pattern for the first month with her staying with them on her nights off, then one of them showing up when she stayed home because of work. It was a crazy time, and thankfully only lasted six weeks.

She’d never forget opening her door, wondering which one of them was there. It had surprised her to see all three of them on her doorstep. They’d scared the hell out of her with the way they looked around and didn’t seem to want to talk to her. Her heart had almost stopped with the fear they were there to end things. Finally, she hadn’t been able to take it.

“Just tell me,” she practically begged.

“This isn’t working,” Tanner began, and she’d embarrassed the hell out of herself by bursting into tears.

“Nice going, asshole,” Mitch said and pulled her to his chest.

“What?” Tanner looked shocked at her tears.

“I think you just made her think we didn’t want to see her anymore,” Dylan offered, reaching out to cup her cheek and lift her face to look at him. “Not true. We don’t ever want this to end.”

“What?” She shook her head, trying to clear the fear out. “What isn’t working then?”

“This going between houses all the time. Your apartment isn’t big enough for all of us at the same time, so we have to take turns, and it makes us all grouchy,” Mitch informed her.

“Especially the two left out.” Dylan wiggled his brows at her.

“What I’m trying to say,” Tanner began again.

“And doing a poor job of,” Mitch interrupted. “It’s amazing she ever agreed to dinner with you doing the asking.”

“Told you we shouldn’t have let him ask.” Dylan shook his head.

Tanner glared and Mandy laughed.

“What are you trying to say?” she prompted.

“We want you to move in with us,” Dylan answered first. “You can put your stuff wherever you want. Take over one of our rooms as your own if you want to or share all of them. You can do whatever you want. Change anything and everything. Just move in with us.”

“You want me to move in?” She couldn’t believe her ears. She’d wanted this since the first time she’d left. She just wanted to be with them. Always.

“Yes,” three voices answered her.

“We’ll figure it out and make it work,” Tanner promised.

“We need you,” Mitch vowed.

“We want you,” Dylan said.

They all three looked at each other and seemed to be having a silent conversation.

“What?” she demanded when they kept silent. There was something they weren’t telling her.

“I love you,” three voices said the three words every woman longed to hear from the man of her dreams.

More tears trickled down her cheeks. She wanted to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t asleep. But Mitch’s arms were solid as they held her close. Dylan’s touch was all too real when he leaned in to kiss her. Then Tanner was there, and she was cocooned by the three of them. It was real. Her dreams had been answered.

“I love you too.” She couldn’t hold the words back.

“She’s talking to me,” Dylan informed them.

“Nah, that was meant for me,” Mitch assured them.

“You two only wish she was talking to you,” Tanner stated.

Mandy had laughed. She had thought they might end up in a naked tangle on her living room floor.

Instead, Dylan had pulled back first. “I’ll start grabbing boxes.”

“I’ll help,” Mitch said, and they both headed to her door.

“Boxes?” She turned to ask Tanner as the other two left.

“We prepared just in case you agreed to move in. You did agree, right? I mean, you love us. We love you. It just makes sense to move in.”

She nodded and felt her heart tug at the look of relief on his face. “I’d love to move in with you guys.”

“We were really hoping you’d say that. So we came prepared to move as much of your stuff as we could today.”

“Today?”

“No time like the present,” Tanner answered with a grin. “Besides,” he pulled her into his arms. “Haven’t we waited long enough?”

“Yeah,” she agreed just before he took her under with his kiss.

“Hey, none of that unless we all get some.” Dylan’s voice interrupted them as he and Mitch walked back in with a huge stack of boxes.

“I’ve got the tape to use when we put them together. That way the bottoms won’t fall out.” Mitch held up a couple of rolls.

“Ready?” Tanner whispered the question by her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she’d assured him, all of them. And they’d set to work packing up her stuff. She wasn’t surprised they had her moved that day. When her men set their minds to something, nothing stood in their way. Her men. That’s what they were. All three of them. Hers.

* * * *

“Mandy!” Tanner’s yell interrupted her reminiscing and brought her back to the present.

“In here!” She couldn’t wait for the guys to see what she’d done. They were going to be mad she’d done it without their help, but that was just them. They were always trying to take care of her. This was something she had wanted to do for them. And it was way overdue.

“What the hell?” Mitch stood in the door, and she laughed at the look on his face. Oh yeah, it had been worth all the effort just to see that look.

“How did you do this?” Tanner asked as he joined them. “You didn’t move that by yourself.” He frowned at her, but she could see he was intrigued.

“I didn’t know they made beds that big.” Dylan appeared behind them.

“They don’t,” she admitted. “I put two king size beds together. Sorry Tanner, but yours is the biggest room in the house.”

He shrugged his shoulders as he walked over and felt along the beds. She knew he was looking for the place where the two mattresses met. If she’d done her job correctly, then he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“How did you do this?” His eyes met hers.