Spy Games: Birthday Games (4 page)

“Thirty-six. The extra is for good luck.”

“Damn you both, I’m not your personal piñata.”
Smack.
She jumped again. “Or punching bag.”

“Mouthy,” Jake noted. “Really, Chase. You put up with this shit?” His next blow was lower, almost across her pussy lips. She bit back the moan, surprised by how good that felt, the sting centered right below her clit. She wanted it again.

“What can I say? I love her. I’ve grown lax.” Chase’s hand caressed that sting away, his fingers delving into her slit for a quick exploration. “Jesus, she’s soaked. Maybe she’s got a little pain slut in her somewhere.”

“Count, Kate,” Jake ordered.

“No.”

“Sixty-eight it is, then. Chase, you want to count?”

“No,” she wailed, squirming. “That was five.”

“Liar.” Jake’s hand connected with her right cheek a touch harder, the burn divine. “Now I’ll have to punish you in other ways.”

“Like?”

“You can’t come while I spank you. Not until Chase says you can.”

She froze in her squirming. Her first thought was, really, why would she want to come? Okay, it did feel good in a dirty way, especially when Chase soothed the sting. As if to outline that point, Chase slipped a finger into her wet heat and thrust. She moaned. Oh, God. They were serious about this not coming business. She wriggled again. He fingerfucked her harder. She went still, and his hand slipped free, caressing her swollen lips, gathering her juices.

“That was four,” she whispered.

Jake ducked down, his face level with hers. “Green, honey? You know we’re not going to hurt you. You’re going to get the best high off this.”

She nodded and wiggled her ass, surprised how badly she wanted this. “Green.”

Chase withdrew his fingers from her pussy and Jake’s hit home, smacking her left cheek.

“Five.” She knew better than to wiggle this time. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Yes, I bet you are, honey,” Jake soothed. And hit her again, softer this time, lower, over her pussy. A jolt of pure pleasure shot from that smack through her core, along every nerve, through every vein. She trembled from the force of it. Sure, Chase had spanked her a few times, but it never left her feeling like
this
. Wanton. Needy. Slutty in a good way. Hell, slut climbed over the few inhibitions she had left and made her want to please her two men whatever way they wished.

No way was she asking for more, though.

Chase’s hand crept back down, his fingertips light along the crease of her leg and her sex. God damn his fingers. She wanted them
in
, deep, and fought the urge to squirm again. How an orgasm could grow from this, being punished, she had no clue, but grow it did. “Six. I’m sorry, Sir. Husband.

“I find that hard to believe,” Chase said. “You’ve had this coming a long time, love.”

Smack.

“Seven.” She wanted to come already, the need building to a ferocious throbbing. No way was she lasting without coming unless she spontaneously combusted on Chase’s lap.

The next ones were rapid blows, short and crisp. “Eight, nine, ten.” She couldn’t hold back the moan on that. She panted after, not caring if Jake could see juices dampening her thighs. It probably turned him on.

“You want to do another one, buddy?” Jake asked.

“It’s your birthday.” The jerk she called Husband sounded amused.

“You need to punish her more. Go on, take a crack.”

Chase’s hand landed a blow on her left cheek, harder than Jake’s, but it felt just as sinful. He chuckled as he soothed the ache, stirring the desire. “That felt good.”

Jake’s hand trailed down the crack of her ass and then dove between her legs for her clit. “See? If you did this more, she would behave. This is why I have willing women lined up, all obedient and submissive.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Chase said, his voice sly.

Jake’s hand stilled. “What did you hear?”

“Your line has been reduced to one, willing and waiting.”

Kate perked up, wondering if this meant Jake had found someone. Finally.

Jake snorted and his fingers returned to stroking her pussy. “They’re not going to stand in line and wait while you run my ass around Europe. You wait. News will get out that I’m home for the weekend and they’ll assemble like good girls.”

Kate knew if she voiced her opinion on Jake’s man whore status, she’d probably get spanked again. She wanted nothing more than for him to find his special someone and settle down. Though Jake didn’t talk about anything important awake, he had a lot to say when he slept, and usually his dreams circulated around a woman named Maria. Kate would bet her Cayman Islands bank account that this Maria was the reason their friend shied away from anything permanent. Why he was worse than a spooked horse about love.

Smack.
Kate moaned, not having a clue what number they were on anymore, nor could she tell which guy had hit her.

“Kate?” Jake prompted.

“Eleven?”

Smack
. “So, Chase, how’s Charlotte.”

“You will not discuss your pet while you’re spanking me!” Kate hissed.

Smack, smack, SMACK.
“Cheeky, isn’t she?” Jake murmured, rubbing her stinging ass.

“Pink cheeky,” Chase agreed. Their deep laughs rumbled through her, vibrating her lust. She tried to ignore them as they went on to discuss Charlotte, who she gleaned was in Egypt now.

Kate had just come off a week of working with her, and the whole thing had been confusing. Charlotte was acerbic, sarcastic, yet at times, Kate saw though the toughness to the vulnerable woman beneath. Living with Chase had given her the ability to delve deeper, beneath the defenses. And Charlotte had armor—thick and war-hardened.

Charlotte was also loyal to the boys—that’s what she called Jake and Chase—loved her job, and was a damned good agent. Despite the fact that she was also as stubborn as she was deadly, Kate was beginning to like the tall redhead the boys called their pseudo-sister. She thought Charlotte was coming around to tolerating her better, too. She doubted Charlotte liked anyone except Chase and Jake.

They talked on, ignoring her. Kate definitely wanted them to stop talking and finish, so they’d fuck her. Not that she wanted more spankings—her ass probably glowed from what they gave her. After a moment, they grew eerily quiet, no doubt communicating silently as they often did. She hated that. “I’m sorry, Husband. Sir.”

Chase snorted. “You just want to come, love. You’re not sorry. Yet.”

But a mouth soothed the sting on her aching flesh. Oh, God, Jake’s lips on her ass, his tongue spearing along her crack. His fingers slid through her juices and into her damp heat. A finger thrust into her pussy. She groaned. Chase’s hand held her firmer and Jake’s hands spread her cheeks wider. Jake pushed his tongue into her ass, probing her opening.

She squirmed, warring between turned on and embarrassed as hell. His insistent tongue rubbed all of those little nerve endings Chase liked to stimulate with his fingers. “Jake, no.”

“You’re going to tell the birthday boy no? Heartless, cruel woman. You need the rest of those spankings.” But his mouth returned, sucking and licking at her rear entrance, his fingers sliding into her core.

Now she really squirmed. Chase never tasted her there before and it felt…sinfully good. Jake’s tongue danced and darted, rimming her anus, pressing in, sparking little shocks of pleasure that radiated forward to her pussy. His fingers hit her G-spot at the same time as his tongue gained entry, and she cried out, unable to bear the pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Chase asked softly as she panted. “Your ass is beautiful, love. You’re going to explode when I finally fuck you there, after all of this preparation.”

Jake’s lips dipped lower and sipped at her juices, drinking her in, then back up to tantalize and rim her again. The orgasm built, climbing higher against Jake’s wicked tongue. She grabbed the creases in Chase’s pants with her hands and held tight, panting, praying they would allow her to come.

Jake’s mouth lifted, and his hand left her pussy, leaving her aching and quivering.

“Damn you, get back here,” she growled. And realized that was the wrong thing to say.

Smack
. “Now that’s no way to talk to Sir,” Chase reprimanded. His hand didn’t soothe the sting this time, either. He spanked her ass two more times, these harder than the others. She grit her teeth, hating the sting, wanting more.

“I think she needs a gag,” Jake said, his voice deep with disapproval.

“No! I’m sorry.” Chase had never gagged her and the thought terrified her. Too much like work, though she’d only been gagged and bound in training.

Chase’s hold on her lessened so she squirmed off his lap and slid to her knees, head bowed as he’d taught her to do. “Please don’t gag me. I promise to be quiet and good.”

Chase’s hand cupped her chin, lifting her face so she could meet his stern gaze. “Your actions reflect on me, Katelyn Emma Sanders. You’ve been a pushy, needy, mouthy gift.”

She had no clue if Chase was serious about his displeasure or not. He used that deep, bossy voice of his, the one she felt in her toes and couldn’t disobey. She rounded her shoulders and his hand slipped away so she could avert her gaze again. “I’m sorry, Husband.”

“What can you offer Sir that will show your quiet appreciation?”

Embarrassment tinged her cheeks with heat. Her entire body had to be flushed pink by now. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jake was naked, his thighs bare, the muscles along his legs thick and corded. His pubic hair was a bit darker gold, his cock rising hard and ready.

“I can suck him, Husband.” She’d never given Jake a blowjob, and the idea was exciting and a bit scary, though she supposed if Chase didn’t mind Jake fucking her, why would he mind if she sucked Jake off?

“I bet he’d like that. You’d be quiet, at least. Less demanding.”

“Yes, Husband.”

She heard the bed shift and Chase stood. Out of fringed lashes, Jake’s feet disappeared as he scooted up the bed. “Rise and take care of Sir’s needs,” Chase commanded.

“Thank you, Husband.” She rose slowly, her gaze meeting Jake’s amused one as he sprawled up the bed, one hand behind his head. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You’re glaring, Kate.” Jake’s voice was just as amused, thank goodness.

“I don’t think I make a very good submissive. Do you want me to strip?”

Jake leered at her shirt, still tied, and her skirt still hiked around her waist. “Nope. What if the principal of the school shows up? You can yank your skirt down.”

She rolled her eyes. Jake did have an exhibitionist streak in him. Chase watching would only make Jake more crazy with lust. “He’s not going to notice the facts that you’re naked, hard, and my lips will be wrapped around your hard cock?”

“Hopefully he’ll show up later.” Jake glanced over at Chase. “She’s still taking.”

“Kate,” Chase warned.

She climbed onto the bed, between his strong legs, and tentatively slid her hands along his inner thighs. “I do give a good blow job, though. Or so Husband says.”

Chase leaned in to smack her ass. “Damned straight she does. Get to work, mouthy, so I can fuck you as soon as I get out of these clothes.”

She gave a shudder of excitement. Last time, she’d sucked Chase and Jake had fucked her from behind. It had been incredible. To have Chase there, Jake’s cock in her mouth…she scrambled into position, on her knees, need creating a huge ache.

As needy as she was, she hesitated. Jake’s expression was still amused and full of lust, tinged with something else. He’d been off since their first mission, their relationship different in many good ways, but there was an undercurrent she didn’t quite understand. That odd expression on his face echoed of that undercurrent, enough to make her wary. “Christmas.”

At the sound of her safeword, Jake sat up and she heard Chase’s sharp intake of air behind her.

She met Jake’s inquiring gaze head-on. “I need to know we’re okay. I’ve never done this for you, and it feels more personal than you fucking me from behind.”

Jake’s expression changed and turned protective yet tender, more like the man she knew on a daily basis. “Sweetheart, yes. We’re good. What you give me tonight won’t change how I feel about you, good or bad. I love you both.” He leaned forward and caressed her cheek. “Is this too much for you? I don’t want to push you. And as far as STD’s, I’m clean. Chase has the paperwork.”

Gah, she’d never even thought of STD’s from oral sex. She brushed that thought away. “I’m fine. I just…I don’t know.” She was damned horny, and she’d always been attracted to Jake. It was just that Chase had claimed her body and soul first. But that look in Jake’s eyes…whatever it was, it was gone. Maybe she imagined it. “The spanking wasn’t so bad.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She glanced back at Chase, his expression unreadable as he stood, naked, at her hip. “You can watch me blow him and not be jealous? You’re good with this, too?”

Chase smiled, and the lines in his face relaxed to something soft and sweet. He kissed her neck. “You’re mine, Kate. I’ve never felt this secure, this sure in a ménage, ever. I love you, I love him. Maybe, in a way, I feel he’s mine, too. I don’t know. But I’m good.”

“Jesus, yours. Paris, take two,” Jake muttered.

“You’re mine, suck up and deal.” Chase pointed a finger at Jake in warning. “And there will be no man love, so deal with that, too.”

“Bossy,” Jake observed.

Kate met Jake’s gaze with a wink and a conspiratorial grin. “Can we spank him?”

Chase growled low in his throat. “That’s enough, both of you. Jake, keep it up and I’m making a coup attempt on your hostess status, and you’ll do courier work for a month. Kate, keep it up and you’ll pay tomorrow. I’ve been too lenient. I need to start spanking you more regularly.”

“I guess he told us.” She glanced at Jake again, but smiled. Jake hated courier runs. She, however, just might like the regular spankings.

Jake shot her a sexy grin and gestured to his groin. “You going to start showing your quiet appreciation of the birthday boy?” But then his expression clouded a bit. “Green, Kate? I’m not going to force you to do this. I’m happy with whatever you feel comfortable doing.”