Seduced By My Doms BN (37 page)

“I know. But I have to purge the rest of this shit out of
me.”

“What shit, little one? And watch your fucking mouth,” Ian
groused with an entitled growl.

“
Dayne
. The anger and pain that’s
still inside me. My mother. Ryan… It’s all choking the life out of me right
now. I can’t breathe… I want to purge and I don’t know how. Help me. Please.”

James and Ian shared a silent exchange for a long moment.
James inhaled a deep breath and gave a slight nod as he exhaled heavily.

“I’ll give you pain, little one. If that’s what you need,”
Ian replied.

“Let’s go,” James announced, extending his hand to me.

As we drove to Genesis, I explained the four men who had
been brought in. Told them everything; how I felt, how I’d exploded with anger
and the weight of resentment I felt toward them. Neither James nor Ian laughed,
but then of course they wouldn’t. They loved Trevor far longer and deeper than
I had.

“I guess Drake finally exacted his revenge, huh?” I
muttered.

Ian shrugged. “Maybe. It might not have been Drake at all.
Maybe those fuckers messed with someone else’s lover. We’ll never know.”

I didn’t buy his ambiguous reply for a single second. And I
certainly didn’t miss the knowing look he and James exchanged either.

 
“So you’ve decided to
start blowing smoke up my ass instead of being honest with me. Why?” I
confronted in a bitter tone.

“
Hrmm
,” Ian grunted. “I’m not a
fortune teller, but I can see a big-
assed
ball gag in
your future, little one. And for your information, I’m not blowing smoke up
your ass. I’m protecting my friends.”

“That’s all you had to say,
Sir
,” I snipped.

“Don’t bait me, girl,” Ian warned. “I said I’d give you pain
because you asked for it. If you’re trying to piss me off, I won’t lay a finger
on you tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hanging my head. “Everything’s a
mess inside me. I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m lonely…”

“Whoa,” James interrupted. “What do you mean you’re lonely?”

“I miss you two…miss you sexually. I want to please you,
feel you drive inside me, hear your luscious cries as you spill your seed. I
won’t break, or crack apart. I just need to—”

“We’ll center you, little one. Make no mistake about that,”
Ian vowed.

James pulled into the gravel parking lot, cut the engine,
then turned toward me. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“All right. But we expect you to use your
safeword
. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

With a weak smile, I lifted my chin and kissed James.
Turning to Ian, I did the same. “I need this. Need you both to help make me
whole again.”

“We’ll make you whole, little one. If not through pain,
we’ll help you through pleasure. Either way, you’ll find your serenity by
knowing that you are ours. You are Owned with every breath in your body.”

Inside James’ private room, naked and leaning against the
smooth wooden cross, a strange sense of peace settled over me. My wrists were
wrapped in leather cuffs, lined in soft sheepskin, and suspended high above my
head fixed to the cross. In front of me, James stood naked, hard and beautiful,
delving deep into my eyes. Behind me, an equally stunning and nude Ian stood
with a long leather whip in his hand.

Anticipation rolled up my body in a prickly wave and when I glanced
over my shoulder I found Ian caressing my body with a slow potent stare. There
was a singular intensity etched in his face that sent a shiver up my spine.

“Eyes on me, sub,” James whispered, drawing my attention
back to him. “We’re here to help you, Liz. Do you trust that we’ll protect you
and keep you safe?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. We love you, Liz. There’s never been a woman who
magically captured our hearts the way you have. We’ll never hurt you, or break
you, or give you more than you can handle.”

“I know,” I replied with a weak smile.

A tear slid down my cheek. I knew I’d loved them long before
I thought I was going to die, but I’d locked the words inside me for fear of
rejection.

“I love you both, too,” I murmured.

James’ eyes filled with shimmering pride. Ian pressed in
close behind me, his smooth skin and soothing warm seeped into my flesh. I
exhaled a quivering sigh of bliss.

“Let us fill you with our love then, little one,” he
whispered in my ear before swirling his tongue over the shell. “Your safe word
is ‘freedom,’ because that’s what we want to grant you.”

“You already have,” I murmured.

“Are you ready?” James asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

With a slight nod at Ian, James leaned in and captured my
lips. His kiss tasted of passion and promise, love and reassurance, safety and
commitment. I melted against the cross and parted my lips, opening for him.
James moaned, sweeping his tongue in deep as Ian brushed the end of the whip
across my ass in a light, feathery kiss. Over and again, he softly drew the whip
over my flesh, granting me time to grow accustomed to its soothing rasp before
the lashes began to bite and sting.

Pulling back, James stared at me and gently caressed my
face, watching me slide away to that ethereal place inside where the chaos in my
head stilled and everything around me faded to a shimmering light.

Ian continued to lull me into the buoyant bliss, increasing
the tempo and intensity of each measured stroke. Tears slid down my cheeks as I
rode the tiny slices of pain up and down a carousel of reparation. Giving up
the struggle to process the lashes searing my flesh, I cried out.

“Give it to us, sweet sub,” James demanded. “Let it out.
Break those chains of guilt and anger you’ve kept trapped inside you.”

Ian snapped the whip, hard. Pain arced up my spine, spilling
through me like lava. A scream tore from my throat as I tried to crawl up the
cross to escape the searing burn.

“Tell us,” Ian barked, gripping my shoulder firmly.

“I’m sorry,” I cried.

“For what?” James hissed.

“For letting you down, and going with Ryan. I love you both.
I don’t ever want to lose you.”

Ian landed another brutal lash from the whip.

“What else, sub?” Ian barked.

“For letting
Dayne
down. Oh god,
Dayne
. I’m sorry I couldn’t shield you from this brutal
world,” I screamed out on a sob. “Why? Why did you leave me? There have been so
many times that I needed you and you weren’t there for me. I was always there
for you. Always until you shut me out. Damn it,
Dayne
,
you took the easy way out. You’re gone, and I’m still here struggling to make
it through each and every fucking day. I hate you…you selfish motherfucker!
Don’t you know how much I love you? You were my whole damn life. I miss you so
badly. Miss you every, endless day.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped onto my chest.
Each breath I took felt as if I were trying to draw mud into my lungs. My ass
throbbed with a burn I couldn’t escape, yet I longed for more, so much more.

Ian snapped the whip again. Pain, white and hot, plowed
through me. Licked at the guilt and sorrow within and set them ablaze, making
it impossible for me to touch or push back inside me.

I closed my eyes, howling out my anger and grief through the
wicked pain. James cupped my nape, pressing my cheek against his steely, warm
chest.

“He does know, sweetheart. He knows because he’s still with
you,” James whispered. “He’s in your smile. Your laughter, and yes, he’s here
with you right now; in your tears and in your anguish.
Dayne’s
never left you. He’ll always be with you.”

Ian meshed his chest against my back. His hot, sweaty, naked
body pressed against my blistered ass. Engulfed in their undeniable love, I
released all the heartache I’d kept trapped inside.

“
Dayne’s
free. I know he is,” I sobbed.
“There’s no one there to judge him or attack him.”

“It’s time to forgive him, Liz. And yourself, my love,”
Ian’s tone was uncharacteristically soft, teemed with so much passion I wanted
to tumble into his arms and meld into him.
 

“He didn’t leave you because he didn’t love you,” James
added, his voice flowing over me like the summer sun. “Instead of trying to
push him out of your mind and your heart, let him in. Let everything good about
him live through you.”

And through the haze of splendor and pain, I realized that
by trying to close the doors on my brother’s memory, it only served to make the
void within me that much bigger. Coming to terms with
Dayne’s
death meant keeping his memory alive, not trying to bury it alongside his body.

Ian wrapped me tightly in his arms while James reached up
and unfastened the cuffs. Once free, I slumped against Ian’s body, drinking in
his strength.

Emotionally spent, I floated in the clouds, feeling
weightless. Giving voice to all I’d kept hidden inside had been cathartic in a
strange and surreal way. But it was only because of my
Doms
that I was able to begin pardoning myself for the sins of my past.

“I’ve got you, precious,” Ian murmured before lifting me
into his arms and carrying me to the bed.

James sat beside me, threading his fingers through my hair
as Ian rolled me to my side and spread something cool and soothing over the
cheeks of my blistered ass.

“We’re proud of you, little one,” Ian praised. Bending, he
placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You mark nicely. You’ll be wearing our
beautiful welts for days.”

They climbed onto the bed and curled around me, in a circle
of nurturing protection.

“I love you, Sirs,” I whispered softly. “There’s something
else I need.”

“Is that how you ask, little one?” Ian scoffed faintly.

“We’ve trained you better than that, gorgeous,” James chimed
in with a hint of laughter in his voice.

A tiny smile tugged the corner of my lips. My
Doms
; in control, and didn’t that make me the luckiest sub
in the world?

“Please, my wonderful, giving, and loving Sirs, make love to
me?” I begged…not out of weakness, but with a newfound, inner strength I hadn’t
felt in a long, long time.

“We’ll give you the world, little one,” Ian growled as he
bent and captured a nipple between his teeth.

As I floated in the gossamer peace, reality fluttered along
the fringes. Sensations took on a life of their own, free to spread their wings
and fly.

James claimed my lips, swallowing my gasps as he drove two
fingers deep inside my pussy. It seemed as if I’d waited a lifetime to feel
their sensual touch, and in a way, I had. Though the weeks of sexual denial and
frustration drew us closer together, the time we spent getting to know each
other had ultimately bound us together as one.

James and Ian’s potent passion flowed through me. I came
alive once more beneath their mouths, fingers, lips and tongue. I held nothing
back, and they took… Took all of me. Cradled every raw and fragile emotion that
seeped from my pores, and cupped them in their skillful, gentle hands.

Flesh meshed against flesh, hot and slick. Lips and tongues
tangled in a heated frenzy to possess, claim, own, and devour. Moans and
grunts, whimpers and gasps filled the air as our bodies joined together,
straining and stretching skintight. Thrusting and writhing in a lurid dance of
want and desire, I surrendered every particle of my being.

“You’re so fucking sexy. So captivating,” James murmured.
Pressing my palms against his sculpted pecks, he rocked into my core with a
captivating rhythm. “I want to slide my cock into your simmering tight cunt all
night long.”

“Yes. Please don’t stop,” I gasped.

Gliding and stretching the sensitive rim of my ass, Ian
ignited the pulsating nerve endings in dazzling streaks of lighting, colliding
in a blissful burn as they alternated each demanding thrust. Dipping low, Ian
swiped his tongue down the center of my spine. James lifted one hand from his
chest and pressed my fingers between my legs.

“Rub that pretty little clit, sweetheart,” James grunted.

My fingers toyed with my swollen nub as my cunt and ass
clutched around them. Masculine hisses and curses echoed in my ears while my
orgasm mounted and shrieked within. But like my greedy
Doms
,
I didn’t want the sublime sensations to end. Mumbled words spilled from my lips
as I panted and ground myself against their driving shafts. Unable to stave off
the blaze of release, desperate screams reverberated in the air. I realized
they were my own.

“Ian?” James choked on a ragged voice.

“Fuck yes. Yes,” Ian growled.

James cupped my face. Gazing into my eyes with a blinding
look of love, he grimaced.

“Now, baby. Come now.”

Still clutching his left bicep, I dug my nails into James’
flesh, threw back my head and issued an animalistic roar as the powerful orgasm
annihilated me. The force of my release was so potent and overwhelming my elbow
buckled and I slumped onto James. Quivering and clutching, I milked their cocks
in uncontrollable spasms.

Ian brought his open palm down with a loud, solid slap
against my freshly welted ass. A blinding mixture of pleasure and pain
exploded, dragging me up and over another stunning peak.

“Who do you belong to, girl?” James barked before clenching
his jaw.

“You and Ian, Sir,” I panted.

Ian issued a long, low curse. It melded with James’ guttural
growl as they followed me over, spilling into me in euphoric tandem.

Long minutes passed as our ragged breathing slowly settled.
Ian supported his weight with his arms as he inched down over my back. Raising
my head, I turned and kissed his soft lips, purring in delight, then dipped my
head and granted James the same affection.