Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 08 - Conquering Connie Page 5

  Kat raised one imperious eyebrow at them and in a droll tone said, “And I thought tonight was supposed to be all about the bride.”

  Dalton grinned at his wife, shook his head, and popped her on the butt. Then he turned his attention to them. “Well, you’ve got all our attention. The least you can do is let us see the first kiss.”

  That was when the silence registered. Dead silence. No clanking silverware, no string quartet, no talking. Alex slowly turned toward the center of the club to see over two hundred sets of eyes focused on them. He swallowed hard. The center of attention was never where an ex-sniper wished to be.

  A soft giggle from Connie brought his attention back to her.

  “Bad girl,” he murmured as he swept her into his arms and captured her sweet, full lips with his own. She moaned and clutched his shoulders, opened her mouth, and sighed when he sank his tongue inside.

  “My turn, Cuz,” Ty said after a moment, pulling her out of his arms.

  As his cousin showed the entire, applauding population of Incognito that Connie was no longer a stray, he heard Kat mutter from behind him, “If they all keep partnering off, we’re not going to have any singles left in this place.”

  Dalton’s response made him grin. “Everyone wants to be as happy as we are. It just took a while for Connie to find men strong enough to conquer her.”

  As Alex watched his cousin kiss their woman, he wasn’t sure if they’d conquered her or vice versa. What he did know, however, was that if they didn’t get her to a private room soon, they were going to put on a show. And he wasn’t one for exhibitionism.

  He leaned in near Ty and Connie’s faces. “Let’s go. Now.”

  Connie pulled back from the kiss, looked into Ty’s eyes for a long pause, and then grinned at Alex.

  “If you’ll excuse us, Master Dalton…Mistress Kat,” Alex heard Ty say as he slipped his hand to the small of her back.

  Chapter Five

  Connie’s smile remained in place until she realized where Tyrone intended to take her. The warmth of their hands at her elbows lent a solid support, yet her steps faltered.

  Ty and Alex stopped beside her just outside the voyeur room that resembled a classroom with an S and M twist, only now it sported some additional festive holiday decorations. Still, it was a room she hadn’t entered since Randy’s untimely heart attack and death, and she couldn’t help the sense of unease that washed through her as she stood at the threshold.

  “It’s okay,” Ty whispered.

  Alex added, “Trust us.”

  She did.

  They’d proven worthy of trust by coming after her even when she’d run scared. They hadn’t written her off. They cared enough to come for her, to claim her as their own.

  “You’re not alone. We’ve got ya.”

  At Ty’s words of encouragement, she turned a smile toward him and nodded.

  He was right; she wasn’t alone anymore. They were here with her, for her. And over the past few days, she’d realized he’d always been around, looking out for her, hovering nearby with a friendly smile, helpful hand, and strong shoulder to lean on. At first she’d passed it off as the job of a bartender, but now she realized it went beyond that.

  And although she’d known Ty longer, Alex had earned her trust, seized as much of her interest and emotion—as much of her heart—as his cousin.

  They guided her into the room with gentle hands.

  “Stand still,” Alex said when they stood near the teacher’s desk. He lifted her chin to gaze into her eyes. “Not a word unless we ask you a direct question, got it?”

  She nodded. The power play of D/s relationships was nothing new to her. Obedience came easy for her when facing the promise of ultimate catharsis.

  Ty moved behind her and swept her hair over her right shoulder. A second later, the silence of the room was broken by the soft rasp of her gown’s zipper.

  Ty said, “A classroom is the perfect place for your first lesson as our sub.”

  What lesson? she wondered before being distracted once more by the view.

  She stared at Alex’s handsome face. Like chiseled stone, it possessed a strength she longed for, a kindness she desired. His gaze lowered, and his fingers brushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, a tender caress that sent titillating shivers over her skin.

  Her eyelids drifted closed. She wanted to focus on each touch—each brush of lips and heated breath. Every word they murmured as they stripped her body of clothes and inhibitions.

  Alex gave the ribbons around her neck a tug and said, “Step over here, sub. It’s time to start the...lesson.”

  Her pulse quickened. Still in stilettos, and nothing else but the ribbons, she stepped out of her evening gown—now a small heap on the floor—and moved closer to the teacher’s desk.

  “Listen and learn.” Ty pressed a kiss to her nape, one hand weaving through her hair. His words were quiet, a subtle whisper. “I love the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin...the feel of you.”

  Alex bent forward to give her a chaste kiss. When he pulled away, he smiled. “I’d love to kiss and lick you all over.”

  She whimpered.

  The men spun her around and made her lay across the shorter width of the desk. Constructed of sturdy wood, the desk’s top was flat, hard, and bare but for a small, fake apple situated at the far corner. Her long hair splayed about her head, offering a bit of cushion on the unforgiving surface.

  Ty retrieved some red PVC tape from one of the desk drawers and handed it to Alex who used it to bind her wrists. Designed to stick to itself instead of her skin, the tape was snug but not uncomfortably so. Positioned on her back, she watched them bend her legs, calves to thighs, and wrap them mummy-like in tape from ankle to knee. Then Alex tugged her hands above her head and affixed more tape from her wrists to one of the desk’s legs.

  Stepping back for a moment, they studied her. Naked and exposed, she tried to adjust her body into a more comfortable position, but only managed to squirm like a fish caught on a hook. For several seconds they continued to stand there, motionless and observant. Her nipples pebbled and her pussy grew moist at their undivided, silent regard. Adrenaline shot through her when she saw the passionate longing in their eyes. But she also sensed something more...

  Before she could identify it, Alex began to strip. She froze, hands bound above her head, legs up and bent. Her gaze locked on Alex. With every inch of dark, toned flesh he revealed, he captured and held her attention.

  Ty made his presence known by massaging her bare breasts and plucking her nipples. In no time, his touch and the sight of his cousin had her panting.

  When Alex finished, he stepped up to her, pulled her body toward the edge of the desk, and forced her bound legs apart. He leaned forward so his body prevented any possibility of closing her thighs, not that she tried. His hands curved over her hips, and she sucked in her tummy. His thumbs caressed her skin with slow semi-circular strokes, but he didn’t enter her, didn’t touch her there at all, and that made her wiggle.

  A sudden pinch.

  Ouch!

  A sting shot through her right nipple, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her muscles locked up, and her gaze shot to Ty who now stood shirtless beside her. With a quick flash of a knowing smile, he flicked the nipple clamp he’d just attached to her breast and moved to do the same to the left. Another sharp pinch made her suck in a quick breath through gritted teeth, but as the abrupt pain radiated outward into a throb, her entire body began to relax.

  Alex scraped his short nails along her sides, and she reacted on impulse, arching toward him. “So sensitive,” he murmured.

  “Makes ya want to eat her up, doesn’t it?” Ty asked.

  Oh, yes, do that. Please. She closed her eyes tight in aroused anticipation.

  Alex pushed her legs farther apart. His body rubbed against her cunt.

  She held her breath, but an abrupt nip at her neck made the air gush from her lungs and her eyes pop open. Ty di
dn’t raise his head. Instead, he laved the sore spot with his tongue before his teeth closed on her flesh again.

  Oh, damn, that feels so—ah!

  Another bite, this time at her hip. Alex... Oh, fuck. He nipped her again and licked it. He lightly and repeatedly bit the sensitive flesh along her sides, hips and inner thighs above the tape.

  Ty fisted her hair and turned her face away so he could nibble and suckle her neck and shoulder...that skin just below the ear.

  She moaned and winced. Oh, yes. Oh! That one will leave a mark. By dawn she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d covered her with hickeys. She lifted her hips closer to Alex’s mouth and was awarded with another sharp nip.

  They didn’t break the skin, but the pressure of each bite made her feel as if they were doing exactly what Ty suggested—eating her up. And damn if it didn’t feel marvelous. They took their time. Bite after delicious bite. Some stung more than others, but they always followed it up with a warm, sultry swipe of tongue that both soothed and aroused.

  What surprised her more than the heady sensation of teeth on her flesh was that not once had they touched her breasts or genitals, and still they made her body tingle and yearn.

  Then Ty’s deep, sexy voice whispered, “Lesson number one: I love you,” in her ear. The words were shocking in their sincerity, powerful in their timing. He bit her earlobe, and she came.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out, unable to utter more.

  Alex popped her on the butt, probably for her cry of words, which he’d ordered her not to do. But then, he dropped to his knees, latched onto her clit, and sucked hard, a move that sent her orgasm as high as Mt. Everest’s peak.

  Punishment or not, she screamed her pleasure and yanked against the tape that prevented her from snatching the men into her arms for a hug she wanted to last a lifetime.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Sing for us,” Ty said. He fingered the nipple clamps and gave each a twist. With a hiss, she arched her back closer to his bittersweet attention, so he did it again.

  She panted through her climax, amazed that they’d accomplished it without having to enter her at all. She couldn’t recall a time when that had ever happened before.

  Alex regained his footing, gently separated her bound legs once more, and leaned closer. His cock brushed across her moist pussy, and she wiggled with hope that she could make him enter her now. But he held back and met her gaze.

  “Ready for lesson number two?” he asked with a sexy smile.

  She nodded, her own smile breaking free to match his.

  “I love to taste you, sugar. I love those sweet sounds you make and knowing you’re ours, but you know what I love even more?”

  With her heart lodged in her throat, she shook her head.

  “When we are one.” He nudged his cock inside her in a slow, sensuous push, then lifted his face toward the ceiling. “God, I love you, woman.”

  Their words, their touch; it was all too much. Tears of joy, of rapture, welled in her eyes and left moist trails across her temples.

  Alex began to stroke her body, his long, hard cock on the inside and his big, warm hands on the outside. Wanting to touch him, to caress every inch of his muscular body, she yanked against the binds that held her hands. It was hopeless, but she kept trying. She flexed and fisted her fingers, grunted and groaned with need, and bucked with every blessed collision of their bodies. Frustrated by her bondage, she tossed her head from side to side.

  Alex’s pace increased.

  Then Ty returned and cupped her face with his right hand. She turned to look at him and discovered his nudity, his erection held in a firm, left-handed grip. Both cousins had such strong male bodies, different from each other, yet both as unique and impressive as the size of their hearts.

  Hard cocks and soft hearts. What more could a woman want?

  She fought the smile that thought provoked and, after a longing stare at Ty’s cock, she lifted her gaze to meet his. Instead of compliance with her unspoken plea, he ran a fingertip over her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and sucked the digit inside, swirling her tongue around it.

  Alex struck hard and deep with a thrust that snatched her full attention. When she looked at him, he kneaded her breasts and continued to rock in and out of her pussy. The pain in her breasts had dulled to a muted ache until that second when he gave her nipple clamps a firm tug.

  “Oh!” She released Ty’s finger from her mouth, sucked in a needy breath, and caught the strong scent of sex on the air. Her pussy clenched Alex’s cock as he kept up the exquisite torment of her nipples.

  A squirting sound made her turn her head toward Ty where she discovered him rubbing his stiff cock with lubrication, all the while watching her on the desk and Alex between her bound legs.

  The hot expression on his face caused her to grin.

  “Like what you see, sub?” Ty asked.

  “Y-yes, sir.”

  He drew nearer. “So do I.” Ty gave Alex a slap on the shoulder. “Fuck her harder.”

  Alex responded with a solid thrust. “My...pleasure...” Again he propelled into her, driving deeper until she writhed with the need to come, and he climaxed.

  “Oh, fuck, she feels so good,” Alex murmured, his spent cock slipping from her pussy. He ran his hands over her tummy, up to her breasts, which he squeezed and fondled while he caught his breath.

  “Here, our little teacher’s pet,” Ty said, holding to her mouth the small, red apple that she’d seen earlier on the opposite corner of the desk.

  A fake red apple. It tasted like the rubber ball gag that it was.

  Focused on the fullness in her mouth, she was a bit startled when Ty yanked her forward until her arms were stretched overhead to the limit and her buttocks hung off the desk’s edge.

  She turned wide eyes toward him. He pushed her knees up and out, then flashed a devilish smile. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to claim your ass?”

  He aligned his lubricated cock with her anus and, with one quick buck of the hips, entered her ass.

  She screeched. He groaned.

  She squealed around the gag. He pulled back and pushed in to the hilt.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear ya.” His cock stretched her sphincter and filled her so full. His steady, rhythmic penetration sent pleasure-pain bolts of electricity through her body.

  She chewed on the gag that muffled any response she could make to his hard fucking.

  And it did become harder fast.

  Alex had taken the time to clean up and slip on his pants, but the moment he stepped beside them to hold her legs, Ty grabbed her by the shoulders and gave the first of several fierce thrusts. Her grunts echoed with his in the room.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said on a harsh breath as his cock shoved into her again. “So fucking tight.”

  Her breasts rocked with each pump of his hips, the movement causing an echo of fresh pain from the nipple clamps. Her vision of the gorgeous men blurred as the endorphins and adrenaline coursed through her body. The agony was exquisite. The men holding her, fucking her, stretching her, pushing limits others had been afraid to push, brought her more pleasure and release than she knew possible.

  Her hair was probably a tangled mess, and her makeup was smeared, no doubt. But none of that mattered while Ty sought pleasure in her body and she received the same from his.

  Then, his hips still bucking against her, he adjusted his grip from her shoulders to her hips. Alex jerked the nipple clamps off, bent over her, and nipped the plump flesh of one breast. Her whole body trembled. The climax was so overwhelming she screamed despite the ball gag.

  Ty froze, his cock pulsing deep inside her rectum. Alex sucked hard on her skin, no doubt leaving another mark, but lengthening the aftermath of her orgasm with each draw of his mouth.

  By the time Ty pulled out and Alex stood up, she was exhausted—and more relaxed than she’d ever been in her life. Her bound legs hung lifeless off the desk, and she might’ve toppled to the floor ha
d Ty not had the presence of mind to scoot most of her body back onto the desk. When he let go, her legs flopped open in wanton lethargy, and she didn’t give a damn. She felt so good, so wonderful, she didn’t care how ludicrous she might look.

  Both men left her there while they finished cleaning up and dressed. Then, with smiles on their faces and the most precious emotions in their dark eyes, they approached her.

  “Have you learned your lesson, sweetheart?” Ty asked.

  “Fire!”

  The shout didn’t come from them or her.

  It was feminine, came from outside, and was accompanied by a loud bang on the door.

  “Get out! Fire!”

  Chapter Six

  Ty recognized that voice. The cousins exchanged quick glances. Yes, Alex noticed, too. The question now was whether the troublesome widow was telling the truth or crying wolf.

  “Help me!”

  Connie’s sudden shout had Ty reaching for his pocketknife and Alex moving toward the door.

  “I’ll check it out,” Alex said, running his hand over the door as if he were testing its temperature. “It’s probably a false alarm.” When he opened the door, the sounds of chaos roared.

  That widow has really done it this time, and on such an important night. Damn it! He felt sorry for Kat and Dalton, to have the celebration of their wedding ruined by a stupid stunt.

  Connie yanked at her binds. Her squirming knocked the apple-like ball gag, which she’d spit out seconds earlier, onto the floor.

  Ty grabbed her wrists in one hand, caught her frightened gaze, and placed a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re okay. You’re not alone, remember?” He sliced through the tape attaching her hands to the desk.

  She stared at him as he also carefully cut and pulled the tape from her wrists.

  “I’ll have you freed soon. We won’t leave without you.” He held her gaze and watched it change from fright to relief to calm understanding. Based on his words alone, her moment of panic became one of trust and acceptance, and that pleased the hell out of him. He gave her a wink and half smile to further soothe her fears. She took a deep breath and propped herself up on elbows while he used the pocketknife to free one leg from its mummy-like encasing.