Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 08 - Conquering Connie Page 3

  “Wha—”

  Tyrone cut her off by grabbing her upper arms, pulling her against his chest, and covering her mouth with his own. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, muffling the whimper that rumbled from her throat.

  He’d never taken her this way, never even kissed her, so the surprise she’d felt seconds earlier evolved into shock that overwhelmed her into stunned silence. For the briefest moment, she let herself feel. Experience his big hands holding her with firm gentleness. His musky scent surrounded her, calmed her, yet spiked excitement through her. When he leaned back from the kiss, she couldn’t help but blink at him, confused by his actions, confounded by their presence.

  “I—” she tried once more only to be spun around and kissed again, this time by Alex. He cradled her face while Tyrone continued to hold her arms in a strong but painless grip. Alex was just as talented with his tongue as Tyrone, stroking into her mouth in a sensual, languid heat that stirred her blood. His scent was subtly different than Tyrone’s. A little sweeter, spicier.

  “Don’t talk,” Tyrone murmured in her ear while Alex continued to kiss her. “Listen and submit, and all your questions will be answered...your desires met.”

  As his words sank in, she began to squirm, but they both held fast. She wanted to tell them she couldn’t risk it. She was too afraid to let go again, but he and his cousin refused to give her the chance. The instant Alex stopped kissing her, he placed one hand over mouth and the other behind her head. Her eyes widened, and her arousal spiked.

  “Mmm, sweet as sugar,” Alex whispered, and then he licked his lips as if savoring her taste.

  A war raged inside her mind—alarm at knowing she had no control over her situation—excitement at having these two men she’d known as friends take the decision...and the guilt...from her.

  Instinctively, she knew they wouldn’t harm her, although she silently hoped they weren’t here just for a quick fuck. Would they be willing to give her all she needed? She had no doubt that Ty knew her preference for pain as a physical stimulus, but she’d never seen him spank a woman, much less fulfill anyone’s more masochistic fantasies. And Alex was a complete mystery, an acquaintance she found physically attractive, but an unknown nonetheless.

  Those uncertainties made her body zing with anticipation as the men gagged her with one handkerchief and bound her wrists with a second Ty produced from his pocket.

  For a split second, at the final jerk of the knots, panic hardened her muscles. She shivered.

  “Don’t worry, Con,” Ty whispered as he gazed into her eyes. “We’ve got ya.” His reassuring words and earnest, honest gaze were a salve to her damaged soul. A sense of peace slowly settled throughout her body. The knowledge that both cousins were present—two men instead of one—helped alleviate her irrational fears. If something happened to one of them, she wouldn’t be alone, bound, immobilized by physical restraints and unable to help.

  She grunted when Ty lifted her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Alex got the door, and Ty carried her into her own home. The setting mellowed her desires a bit, and she stiffened. She’d never brought any master to her home before. It had always been easier to meet up with them at the club, thus keeping that part of her life separate from the rest.

  Ty swatted her butt, making her jolt, and she realized he’d noticed her sudden tension. His abrupt and brief spanking had a cathartic effect, and her muscles began to relax.

  He was in control. He chose the location. It wasn’t her decision or her responsibility. Her mind started to let go.

  Tears of relief stung her eyes, but she blinked them away.

  He carried her through the condo, turning this way and that, apparently familiarizing himself with the layout. After a circuit of the utility room, dining and living areas, he dumped her on the plush loveseat. She had to toss her head back to clear her hair from her eyes.

  She didn’t try to struggle with her bonds or get up and run, even though they’d left her feet free. Instead, she stared at them and waited with baited breath.

  Alex flicked on a nearby light, so she had no trouble seeing their faces. Dressed in dark clothing, they appeared big, dangerous...and alluring. Their skin was almost as dark as the night itself. Their appearances so similar, yet significantly different. Both were tall, fit, and so…dominant. She’d often wondered what it would feel like to rub her hands over Tyrone’s shaved head, across his broad chest. Now there were two men to watch, to touch. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  Damn, she loved bad boys. It was why she loved it when club Doms called her a bad girl.

  She knew good and well that she was far from truly bad. She’d never so much as had a traffic ticket. But she’d once thought she might be bad, when she was just a teenager and fantasized about being spanked. Some so-called experts claimed such tendencies came from troubled pasts, but that wasn’t the case with her. Her childhood had been rather uneventful.

  The fantasies didn’t appear until her high school boyfriend playfully swatted her on the butt once when he’d shown up unexpectedly at her after-school cheerleading practice. The sting of that one strike was an electric jolt that made her pussy throb and heart pound.

  From then on she knew she was different, and when she joined Incognito, she discovered...acceptance.

  Alex moved about the room, stepped around a padded footstool, and closed the window blinds.

  Tyrone stood over her, motionless and imposing with his arms crossed, his muscled biceps bulging. His expression, usually so open and friendly, was serious and hard to read.

  “You’re in serious trouble, my sub.”

  Her heart tripped. Had Ty just called her his? She’d been called sub, slut, bitch, slave, among a host of other names, but never had anyone dared to call her my anything.

  “You might think you’ve lost yourself, but I’m here to tell you that we don’t intend to lose you.” He looked her straight in the eye when he spoke, the determination evident in both his words and on his face.

  Alex added, “And we’re not going to permit you to hide or run away anymore.”

  Her gaze shot to the leaner cousin, where she found the same hard-line attitude.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Connie,” Tyrone said, using a common pickup phrase from the club. It almost made her smile. It damn near made her cry. “You’ve been running scared too long.”

  She blinked. His words hit the mark. How could he possibly know her, understand her, so well, when she’d felt so confused, uncertain, and alone for far too long.

  “It stops now,” Alex said, gripping her arm and lifting her to her feet. He caught her by surprise again when he knelt before her and put a hand on her right shoe. He glanced up at her with a pause.

  She knew this was his way of gaining permission. She’d played this game long enough to know the subtle intricacies. Rejection was just one kick away.

  But the unknown called to her. What would they do to her, for her? What did Alex look like naked? Would Ty’s strong, muscular arms feel as good as she remembered from that one, brief hug?

  She slowly lifted her foot, one after the other, and he slipped off her shoes and socks. That left her hospital scrubs and underwear, which Ty began to work on. He pulled the drawstring of her pants, loosening the bow at her waist, and then tugged her top free. Alex slid her panties off with the pants, while Ty lifted the front of her shirt over her head where he left it bunched about her bound arms. A quick flick of her bra’s front clasp, and it followed the same path.

  Alex, still on one knee, latched onto her left nipple without warning. The sudden and strong suction made her squeal despite the gag in her mouth. Ty steadied her with a palm at her back, but then he knocked her world askew with a large finger poked into her pussy.

  “Unph!” was all she could manage. Her hips bucked against his hand while she had to take a step to spread her legs farther apart.

  Alex’s mouth drew hard on her breast. Her breath caught in her throat.

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bsp; Ty pushed and wiggled his finger in and out of her pussy several times before pulling out and circling his moist finger over her other, exposed nipple. Then he pinched it hard, and she tossed her head back, her chest out. The spark of pain was a sweet release as the endorphins burst free in her body.

  She was panting when the men’s touch left her body. She opened her eyes to see Alex had regained his feet and stood next to Ty in front of her. Without saying a word, Ty unbuckled his belt and held her gaze while he slowly drew it from the belt loops.

  Her lungs seized. Her gaze locked on the thick, leather strap slithering free to form a single loop in his large fist.

  “Be honest,” he said. “You have steered clear of the club, haven’t you?”

  She dropped her gaze, closed her eyes for a second, and nodded.

  “You had me and Alex both worried. About your welfare, your state of mind. About you.”

  Worried...about me? She couldn’t recall the last time someone really even...thought about her. Her heart tumbled a bit. They’d missed her.

  “You’ve earned a good spanking for not returning to Incognito, for avoiding your friends there.”

  Alex unfastened his belt and pulled it free, too. “You’ve been absent too long,” he said, slapping the leather across his palm.

  Connie’s nipples beaded. She flexed her fingers and fisted them behind her back. Her breaths came quick and shallow. The idea that she’d been on their minds for days made for a heady sensation.

  Ty grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face to him. “Did you think we didn’t care about you? That your absence would go unnoticed?”

  She’s missed them, all her friends at the club actually, but she hadn’t really thought of what her disappearance might do to them.

  “We’re here to tell you, show you, that we noticed. We do care. We care enough to give you everything you really need and set you straight on what you think you deserve.”

  Tears welled in her eyes. She did need this; she needed them.

  Her life had been miserable since turning away from Incognito, a never-ending cycle of pressure situations. Her stress levels had gone through the roof and remained there to the point that she’d been wound so tight, she was ready to snap.

  She needed freedom. She needed catharsis. She wanted—

  Ty shoved her head down. She gasped. Had it not been for Alex who grabbed her bare hips, she might’ve tumbled to the floor. However, the pair worked together, their timing perfect. They had her repositioned to suit their purpose with surprising efficiency.

  Her feet were spread a little more than shoulder-width apart. Her upper body angled toward the floor, her forehead resting on a cushion of her couch. And, with one hand, Alex lifted her arms, still bound behind her back, away from her body.

  Smack! Ty’s first swing of his belt landed across her ass.

  She yelped, flinched, and chewed on her handkerchief gag.

  Alex landed the next blow, a bit lower and from the opposite direction. Then Ty popped her again, and she rose up on tiptoes. The men alternated their swings, crisscrossing her buttocks and thighs, until her ass and legs burned.

  Each strike stung, the pain sharp and quick, but each jolt subsided quickly into a throb that made her feel so alive. She half moaned, half sighed as a calming energy flowed through her system along with the heat spreading over her flesh. She breathed deep, relaxed her muscles, and let the pleasurable pain take over. Let go of weeks’ worth of mental anguish and physical tension. She groaned in relief.

  “We’re in control,” Ty said, his tone mellow, unhurried. “Do you understand that, Connie?” He slapped his belt across her bottom two more times and tossed it aside.

  “Do you?”

  She nodded, the move rubbing her face into the couch’s cushion.

  “We demand complete power over you,” Alex added with his own last smack to her ass.

  “Mmm hmm,” she managed to agree despite the gag. They had it. She gave it. She wished it wouldn’t end.

  Ty brushed a warm palm over her burning buttocks then gave her pussy a few quick slaps with his bare hand, direct hits between her legs.

  She squealed, and her arousal took over. The last bit of the invisible band of stress gave way to sensual lethargy.

  Alex reached over to run a fingertip around her clit and slide it between her folds. “Nice and moist.” He pulled out and popped her three times himself.

  She panted.

  “I think she likes that, Cuz. Do it again.”

  Alex gave her several more swats, abrupt and rapid. Slight pain. Incredible pleasure.

  She squealed again and moaned. She adjusted her stance, her legs wider apart than before, silently begging for more.

  This time Ty fingered her pussy with incessant flicks of her clit. When he spoke, though, his voice was a quiet, deep rumble. “You’ve no more worries. No duties other than to please us. Got it?”

  Even if the gag didn’t cover her mouth, she didn’t think she would’ve been able to speak with him doing that. She chose to nod instead.

  He pulled her up and turned her to face him. His large hands held her upper arms and dazed body somewhat steady.

  “That means no more blaming yourself for what’s beyond your control.”

  Lightheaded, she blinked. Then his words registered, and she gave him a sad look. The memory of Randy collapsed on the floor returned, the burden too heavy for her psyche.

  Ty tugged the gag from her mouth so that the handkerchief hung loose around her neck. “You know me, Con. Would I ever lie to you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then listen carefully. It was not your fault.”

  A tear slid down her cheek.

  “Say it, Connie. Believe it.”

  “I c—”

  “Don’t tell me you can’t.” His voice came louder, more authoritative than ever before. “I’m telling you to say it. Know it. It was not your responsibility.”

  “He’s right. Say it,” Alex ordered from beside her.

  She dropped her gaze. “It’s—”

  “Nuh huh.” Ty stopped her. “You won’t get off that easy. Look me in the eye and admit the truth.” He lifted her chin with a finger.

  She looked up and took a deep breath.

  Alex stepped closer. “When a master commands a slave, who’s in charge?”

  She glanced at him. “The master.”

  “And when a Dom binds his sub, who’s in control?”

  “The Dom.”

  Alex grinned. “Exactly.” He stepped behind her, cupped her breasts, and caressed her nipples with his thumbs. “You aren’t responsible for what I do right now. Only I am.” He nuzzled her neck and shoulder, pressing light kisses to her skin.

  She shivered at the almost teasing touch. The gentle kneading of his hands on her breasts.

  Ty ran a fingertip from her chin down the front of her body. She watched his dark gaze lower to follow the same path.

  Breathing was a chore.

  His fingertip dipped into her navel then slid lower. Lower. His gaze rose and collided with hers. His finger poised near her pussy, so close. Yet not close enough. “Who decides how I touch you? Where I touch you?”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Ty shook his head. “Tell me. Whose decision is it?”

  Between his actions and Alex’s touch, she was finding it harder to concentrate, but she caught enough to know he’d asked how and where, not who decided if he touched her.

  “Yours,” she said.

  “Exactly. I could walk out that front door right now and never lay another finger on you, couldn’t I?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut tight at the thought. “Y-yes, sir.” Even as she answered, she wanted to scream in protest of that possibility.

  Alex nipped her nape and plucked her nipples, his touch becoming less tender, more insistent, making her whimper with need.

  But Ty held back still, his finger drawing titillating circles above her s
haved pussy. “What I do or don’t do is...”

  Hoping to prod him lower, she lifted onto her tiptoes.

  He smiled and stepped closer, looking down into her upturned face. His finger stopped its tantalizing circuit. She frowned. Though his body filled her vision, so close, so large, his touch was almost imperceptible.

  “Now, say it. What I do...what any Dom does is...”

  “...not my fault.” She sucked in a deep breath as an invisible weight lifted from her shoulders. The last thread of her power shifted.

  He’d stepped into the role of Dom to her sub. He’d taken the reins from her, or rather she’d gladly handed them over. Either way, the deed was done, and she was filled with...utter relief.

  He slipped that finger between her thighs to flick and tease her clit. His other hand cupped her chin as he lowered his head to claim her lips with his own. Her eyelids drifted closed. The kiss was slow and thorough, overpowering in its sensuality. It sent the last of her senses reeling.

  Then, as if they were of one mind, Alex pinched her nipples at the same second Ty pinched her clit. She winced, yelped into Ty’s mouth, and when they let go, so did any remaining tension inside her body.

  The men released her, untied her wrists, and removed the last of her clothes. Eagerness grew when the men unfastened the top snaps of their pants, but they didn’t go farther, much to her disappointment.

  Still, curiosity raged. “What—?”

  “Shh.” Alex gave her a wink and lopsided grin. She already knew Tyrone had a body worth drooling over. But, damn her, if his cousin wasn’t handsome, too. She stared at him, wondering whether he’d allow her to do that forever.

  His shirt pulled tight across lean, hard muscles when he moved the coffee table and positioned her padded footstool in its place.

  Ty murmured, “On your knees, my sub.”

  There it was again...my sub. Her heartbeat thudded harder. She dropped to her knees.

  Chapter Four

  Using the two handkerchiefs from before, Ty bound her left wrist to her left ankle while his cousin bound her other limbs in the same manner. Without a word, they picked her up and set her facedown, her midsection draped over the footstool.