Submissive Beauty (30 page)

“One Scott Graham is quite the unimaginative jerk.” David spoke hoarsely. Her effect on him was undeniable. “He’s not left his house since I put someone on his tail. And according to all the records we could dig up, he goes to work, comes home, watches TV and drinks a few beers then goes to bed. He has a standing poker game with some coworkers once a month, and a couple nights of week, he goes to the bowling alley where one of the waitresses fucks him when she gets off shift.”

Gabby froze, her gaze rising to David’s. No fucking way.

David’s hand wrapped around her head and pulled her onto his dick again. “Did I say you could stop?”

His gruff voice shook her from the daze. Scott had no place in her mind here or anywhere really.

Her mouth surrounded his length, her tongue tracing a path along the underside.

“Oh yeah, there you go.”

“Is that it?” Thomas asked.

“No, but our little girl is distracting me with that wicked mouth of hers. Where was I? Right. Waitress. Fucking. We looked into the waitress, and apparently three days ago, she took an emergency leave of absence from work and flew to Florida to be with her ailing mother.”

Gabby winced at a sudden loud bang. Thomas slamming her spatula she’d guess.

“I knew it. Textbook ex-asshole psycho bullshit. He doesn’t have anywhere current to stick his dick so why not go back to the ex and fuck with her until she gives in and puts out.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” David groaned.

“So what does that mean for Gabrielle and her safety. Did anyone ever figure out what he did when he was on property?”

“There is no evidence he was here. So either he is a smart criminal, or he was bullshitting her on the phone to try and scare her into answering him.”

“Typical.”

Gabby tried to focus on their words and hear what they’d learned about her ex, but with David guiding her head if she slowed or stopped, he made it impossible to do anything but pay attention to the task at hand. With every pull on her head or groan that fell from his mouth when she hit a sensitive spot, her pussy heated. Flames licked at the skin between her thighs until it took every ounce of control not to touch herself. Her clit pulsed in time with the throbbing of his swollen cock until she started having serious thoughts of taking things into her own hand with or without permission.

Her gaze cut to David, a stern, desire-filled expression glaring down at her. No, there would be no moves without his express permission unless she wanted to find herself in more trouble than she already was.

“Assessment?” Thomas asked.

“The stalker or the sweet sub with her lush lips sucking me off?”

“I can see for myself how well Gabrielle is taking care of you.”

“The situation bears watching, but I doubt much will come of it. I’ll keep a man on him, and if he makes a move in this direction we can address it then.”

Footsteps against the clean tile floor moved closer. “It doesn’t exactly give me the chance to take out the frustration I developed yesterday, but since Gabrielle’s safety is our top concern we’ll have to drop any desire for payback.”

Relieved by Thomas’ final words, Gabby refocused and doubled her efforts to get David to come. As much as he needed the release, she ached for his essence, needed the relief of satisfying him on the most basic of levels.

With the hand still grasping his sac, she rolled the globes gently together while applying a steady pressure designed to maximize his sensations. She hadn’t exactly come to them a virgin. Giving head was a particular act she enjoyed and had gone to great lengths to perfect her skills.

“Damn, woman!” he snarled, the fire in his eyes spurring her on. “You trying to make me lose control soon? You want me to hold your head tight, my cock deep in your mouth as I shoot my cum down your throat, don’t you?”

She moaned in response. Hell yeah, she wanted that so much her pussy wept for it. Her eyes watered not from sucking so hard but as a direct result of the pure unadulterated desire to surrender to the man who commanded her, one of the two holding her heart in his hands like putty.

“I wish you could see this. My dick sliding in and out of your mouth. It doesn’t get much more erotic than this.”

“Want to make a bet?” Thomas spoke from behind her.

Slowing her pace, Gabby raked her teeth across the slope of David’s rigid length until his fingers flexed in her hair, grasping the strands in an erotic bite of pleasure/pain that sent her soaring. His cock throbbed, and his guttural moans filled the room. He was so close. Almost there. A few more seconds and she’d have him.

From nowhere, her arms were pulled behind her back, and David withdrew from her mouth. A cry tore from her lips at the loss. A sudden sense of confusion clouded her thoughts.

“As much as he would love to come down that lovely throat of yours, you haven’t earned that right today,” Thomas whispered at her ear.

Butter-soft leather wrapped around her wrists, and she recognized the texture and sensation of her hands being cuffed together. What was going on?

She lifted her gaze to David to see his hand frantically working his dick. Her job. Her duty. Her right. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Eyes down, Gabrielle,” David commanded.

Reluctantly, she dipped her head and tore her gaze from his throbbing cock head and imminent explosion. The taste of his pre-cum, that earthy, salty, all-male taste on her tongue created a violent clenching response in her pussy. Empty.

“Please,” she begged.

“You do not have permission to speak,” Thomas’ voice boomed from above her.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” David’s harsh cries tore through the room and ripped into her soul as the heated splash of his release struck her breasts. Adrift at being denied, shudders rocked her body as he coated her skin.

She ached to reach for him, to cling to the rock-hard muscles of his legs, but the restraints at her wrists allowed little movement of her arms. David’s rough pants faded as he moved away, leaving her to consider the ramifications of what had just happened.

“I know how you feel. Your whole body aches with the need to go to him, to take care of him. Doesn’t it?”

She nodded.

“Say it out loud.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But right now, you can’t. Not because your hands are bound. That’s not the real reason, is it?”

Gabby hesitated, tried to focus on the question. She knew what Thomas wanted and was afraid to give it. To admit it would mean she’d been wrong all along. She
was
wrong, but saying it out loud made it real.

Thwap
.

A loud pop sounded in her head, followed by a sharp little sting on the flesh of her right butt cheek. Nothing too painful but he certainly had her attention now. Although what the hell he’d wielded it with she had no idea.

“Answer me.”

“No, it’s not the reason,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Thomas knelt in front of her, his faded jeans tightening across his muscular thighs. She started to lift her head and froze. She’d not been given permission to raise her eyes or speak first. While he stared at her intently, she could only wait as patiently as possible. Her knees ached a little from the hard tile in the kitchen, but she found it a comfort, a dull pain she wanted to endure for the sake of the lesson she needed to learn.

“Why are you here?” He dragged a crop across his thigh and into her view.

She blinked in surprise. “What do you—?”

Thwap.

Another strike with the crop, this time to the outside of her thigh. Despite the fear of rejection, of having these two men walk out because she hadn’t given them what they needed, her pussy spasmed and fresh desire trickled to the tops of her thighs.

“Why are you here, Gabrielle? You’re wearing a training collar that you eagerly accepted, and I want to know why. What is it that you need?”

The sharp edge in his voice startled her. Not because it was anger. It had a different quality, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“I…I…” She didn’t know how to put it in words. “For years, I have ached with a need I never understood.”

“Do you understand it now?” His hand reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. An unexpected thoughtful gesture that made her eyes water. She didn’t want to keep crying all the time, but she didn’t know how else to express it.

“I need freedom.” No, that didn’t make sense. She was bound and liked it. She felt vulnerable yet more turned on than ever before. Scared and excited all at the same time. “I need freedom to explore what I’ve hidden so long is what I mean.”

“Keep going,” he urged.

“I have fantasies I don’t understand. I’ve discovered pain enhances my sexual arousal, and I’ve learned that pleasing you or pleasing David gives me a sense of something special.” She shook her head. “It’s so hard to put into words.”

Thwap.

Gabby sucked in a sharp breath at the burst of pain across the top of her thigh. The sensation jolted through her in a direct line to her clit. It hurt. Yet her pussy wept harder, clenching for attention. The need for Thomas to bend her over and take her overwhelmed her until whimpers fell from her lips.

“No excuses, Gabrielle. I won’t have them.” He stood and walked around her until she could no longer see him. “You can’t be afraid to tell me what you need. I wont allow you to be embarrassed. I know how to get you exactly what you need, but first, you have to be willing to tell me what it is.”

“I’m sorry—”

Thwap. Thwap
.

Heat spread like wildfire through her ass with each new touch of his damned crop. Where had it come from? She wanted him to stop. She needed him to keep going. Confusion clouded her brain.

“What do I need, Gabrielle?”

The question stuck in her brain, repeating over and over. What did he want? He said he wanted to please her, to fill her needs. But there was more.

“Me to obey?” she asked tentatively.

“Well, that is important under the right circumstances, but no, Gabrielle, that is not what we are getting at here. Think basics. You’ve admitted you need freedom to be the woman you crave to be. So what do I or David need? The most important thing in all of this.”

She didn’t want to say it.

Thwap, thwap, thwap
.

“Focus, Gabrielle. Think about the pain running through your ass right now. The pulsing in your clit it’s created.” He leaned close to her ear, his chest draped across her back. “If I put my fingers in your cunt, what will I find? Are you dripping wet and dying to be fucked?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And why is that?”

“The pain feels good.”

“I know that baby, but why? Why does the slap of my crop feel good to you? How do you know I won’t go too far and really hurt you?”

“No, no, you’d never.”

“Why dammit?”

“Because I trust you not to,” she screamed. “I trust you to give me what I need whether I know it or not.” She struggled for breath, her heart racing. “Because I serve you and I serve David. I belong to you.”

Tears streamed down her face as uncontrollable sobs rocked through her. It was the truth, and she could see it with an amazing clarity. She trusted them because they deserved it…needed it, and it was her right and duty to give it.

“Look at me, baby.” David had come to squat in front of her, and his fingers touched her chin and lifted until her gaze met his.

“Trust means giving us your all, in and out of the bedroom. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. And I’m so, so sorry.”

“No, no more apologies. We believe you.” His fingers swiped away the tears before he produced a tissue that dealt with the fact that her nose ran and she could do nothing to stop it or clean it herself.

When he finished mopping her face, he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. The soft and warm sensation soothed her, but it wasn’t enough.

“David?”

“Yes, my beauty?”

“Kiss me. Please.”

The light in his eyes changed, darkened with a renewed lust to match her own, before he sifted his fingers into her hair and pulled her to his lips.

No more soft and easy. His tongue pushed into her mouth and prodded and tasted every inch it could reach. Her head swam from the heady taste and the warm hands now caressing her back. Thomas had put the crop down and explored her skin with hot and rough hands. When his fingers slid between her cheeks, she went mad with the need for more.

Wrenching her mouth free, she panted.
Oh God, Thomas, please, please.

“Are you teasing her?” David murmured.

“Of course I am.” His fingers gently grazed her slit, barely touching her and definitely getting nowhere near her clit. “Put your forehead on the ground.” Thomas rumbled behind her.

David shifted to her side and eased her forward so she wouldn’t lose balance. In this position, her bottom opened and cool air swept across her pussy lips. She’d been spread wide for Thomas.