“Well, let’s go and find out where the fuck they are now,” Phillip said and they walked under the cloaking until they got back to the transport.
There were two tracks underground. When they reached their side they could hear another transport coming in fast. All of them caught the smiles of the women as they went by waving and blowing kisses.
“Crops—whips—floggers and… and… and… anything else that will be unpleasant,” Phillip yelled.
All of the men turned, looked at him, and he said, “What, I am flustered.”
Chapter Twelve
“Grounded!” Kade yelled at the three women who were standing with their heads down.
“But…” Calli said.
“No, GROUNDED, you three have been incredibly disrespectful,” Kade said.
“But…” Cherri said.
“No, G.R.O.U.N.D.E.D, in case you didn’t hear me. All of you will be confined to your rooms until further notice,” Kade yelled and pointed to the doorway.
When the men returned it didn’t take them long to find the girls in the dining area drinking a beer and laughing while the rest of the Pack listened to their story. Kade felt his eye twitch when he saw his mate. His roar cleared the room until only the eight of them were left. Now, after being yelled at for like an hour, they were being sent to their rooms.
“Fine, you can sleep on the couch!” Calli said and stomped off, flipping off the men.
“Ditto,” Cherri said and stomped off, flipping off the men.
“Tritto,” Rissa said and flipped off the men and left.
“Damn it, still aroused,” Simon said and they all laughed. “Yeah, let’s give them the time it takes to drink a beer to calm down and then we will go after them.”
The men nodded and sat down. “Crazy Bitches,” Nik muttered.
“Still not allowed to call them that,” Phillip said.
***
Rissa walked boldly into the bedroom after she heard them come in earlier, she, of course, was locked in her old room. She saw Simon sitting on the bed getting dressed and heard the shower running in the background. Phillip was just finishing up.
She went to his side and knelt on the bed between his legs. Running her hand over Simon’s chest, she smiled up at him, swallowing a laugh when he narrowed his eyes and regarded her warily.
“Every time you touch me, it feels so good, but I want to please you, too.” Pouting, she stared up at him through her lashes. “I want to show you how much I appreciate what you did.”
She lowered her eyes to hide her amusement at the heat mixed with wariness that flared in his eyes, and then snapped her head up again in shock at their reactions.
Simon wrapped a hand in her hair and tugged looking pissed off still, and Phillip, who had just entered the room, cursed and threw off the towel before stalking to her, putting his hands on his hips, and glowering down at her.
“Really, now you think you can fuck us into forgetting? I seem to remember someone who said that sex was not always the answer to talking. Woman, we should beat your ass raw for the scare you gave us. I swear, when I saw you jump from that window, I lost about a hundred years on my life.” Simon growled.
“But Cherri was there, so was Calli, they always are.” Rissa shrugged and looked up at them and smiled. “You have to know that sometimes we are going to do butt ass crazy things, that is who we are and what we do.
“No, actually, I don’t. Simon and I have agreed that we are going to chain you to the bed and keep you here for the rest of our lives. If you are nice, we may even feed you,” Phillip snarled.
Rissa laughed. “You know I can pick any lock that you put on me.”
Phillip threw up his hands in frustration.
Simon lowered her head back onto the pillow and stood, his hands going to the fastening of his jeans. “You want to learn how to please us? Come here. Damn it, that fucking pout drives me nuts.”
Pleased with herself, Rissa hurried to her knees, unable to take her eyes away from the sight of Simon’s cock as he slid his pants to his knees and freed it, wrapping his hand around it, to stroke it.
Mesmerized by the pearly fluid at the tip of Simon’s cock, she reached for him, stopping abruptly when he caught her hand. Looking up at him expectantly, her eyes widened when he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before opening them again.
“Take it into your mouth.”
Leaning toward him, she had to open her mouth wide to take the large head of his cock inside, swirling her tongue around it as she did and licking off the creamy white bead of pre-cum. This was one thing she hadn’t done a lot of, so she hoped she got this right. Her mom and her friends said it was the fastest way to get out of trouble.
Knowing that both he and Phillip watched her, she closed her eyes and gripped his hips to steady herself, taking his cock into her mouth as far as she could.
“Slowly, Rissa. You are making me crazy.” Simon growled.
His rough, grating tone told her she didn’t have far to go.
Caught up in pleasing him, she started to suck him, careful not to touch his cock with her teeth.
The deep groan that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest seemed to vibrate over her skin, increasing her awareness of her nudity and sending little prickles through her. His groan and the way his hands tightened in her hair was stimulating her down to her pussy.
“That’s it, Rissa. Use your tongue. I want to feel how sorry you are while you suck my cock,” the tone of his voice had deepened, sending another surge of lust through her. Her pussy clenched, hungry to be filled, making her shift restlessly, and clamp her thighs together.
She didn’t know where Phillip had gone, didn’t know if he still watched them, but she found herself listening for any sound that would tell her his whereabouts.
With the intention of making Simon as mindless as they both made her, she began to slowly bob her head over his cock, using her tongue to learn every bump and ridge, playing close attention to what pleased him. She soon became immersed in the thrill of earning one of Simon’s groans, a thrill going through her when his hips jerked or his cock jumped in her mouth. Loving his taste, she brushed her tongue along the underside, smiling around his cock when he groaned and his cock jumped again.
With the hand wrapped in her hair, Simon pulled her head back.
“Look at me. How sorry are you?”
The steel in his hoarse tone sent another wave of need through her, and she shifted her position. She hid a smile when his hips trembled beneath her hands, more proof that what she did pleased him.
Excited that she could have this kind of power over him, she couldn’t hold back a smile. The inner glow that filled her gave her a confidence she hadn’t had in a long time, the confidence of a woman who knew she had her man’s undivided attention and made him lose a bit of that hard edge of control.
She’d almost forgotten what it felt like, this soft, womanly power that flowed through her, a reaffirmation that she did still possess feminine wiles.
Her growing confidence ignited a playfulness inside her, one that aroused her even more, and made her want to drive Simon out of his mind with need for her.
Sticking out her tongue, she licked the head of his cock and stilled. Sucking in a breath, she dug her nails into his hips, taken aback at the intimacy of looking into his indulgent, but watchful gaze while taking him into her mouth.
Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue all around the head of his cock. Concentrating on Simon’s reaction, she worked her tongue from base to tip, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside right below the head.
Phillip grinned, reaching down to cup her breast. “You’ve not had your punishment yet, now have you?”
Flashing a grin that sent a jolt of lust through her, he slid a hand down to pat her ass before straightening.
“And we’re all going to have a hell of a lot of fun.”
The soft caress of his work-roughened hand over her bottom made her breath
catch, the promise in his touch filling her with anticipation.
She watched as he circled the foot of the bed again, his eyes holding the same promise, but she found herself brought up short when Simon tightened his hand in her hair.
Keeping her facing him and preventing her from seeing Phillip, Simon held her gaze with his own and caressed her jaw.
“I want to hear a proper apology for scaring the shit out of us, and disregarding our plan.”
Rissa moaned at the possessive firmness of the hand that moved over her back, a moan cut short by a gasp when Simon’s cock touched her cheek. Turning toward it, she took him into her mouth again, this time staring straight into his eyes.
“On your knees, Ris. Stop trying to rub your clit. Get that ass up and those legs spread wide.”
Startled when Phillip lifted her to her knees, she held on to Simon, whose eyes flicked back and forth between hers and her ass.
Watching him, feeling Phillip’s hands on her, and listening for any clue as to what he planned to do, she realized she’d become so distracted, she hadn’t been paying attention to pleasing Simon.
Cursing herself for her lapse, she sucked harder, determined to regain some sort of control.
Simon slid his hands through her hair, his voice like shattered glass.
“Just feel, Rissa. We are gonna show you who you belong to, and who you will turn to, we love you, we are a team. Remember that.”
A little startled by his words, she couldn’t deny they wrapped her in a warm, fuzzy feeling and made her feel desired and ultra-feminine. Circling the head of his cock with her tongue, she thrilled when another of those deep moans rumbled in his throat. Every movement of her tongue, every bob of her head made him stiffen, as he seemed to be scrambling for control.
Nothing could have excited her more.
At least that’s what she thought until Phillip flattened a hand on her back and slid a thick finger into her pussy, her slick juices easing his way. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she clamped down on his finger and pushed back against him and in her excitement sucked Simon harder.
The sexual tension mounted when Simon held her face between his hands and began to slowly fill her mouth with his cock and just as slowly withdraw almost all the way. He did it again and again—each slow thrust measured and deliberate, his hands tightening with the effort it must have cost him.
Each time he withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the head, or teased the tip of his cock with it, alternating her rhythm to surprise him. When the finger in her pussy began to move, she bucked restlessly, and without thinking, she sucked hard, drawing Simon’s cock all the way to her throat.
“Jesus!” Simon’s hands moved over her hair, his movements jerky, and uncontrolled.
Determined to shake that calm control even more, Rissa tried to concentrate on giving him even more pleasure, but Phillip’s strokes to her pussy distracted her and made her clumsy. Frustrated that she kept letting Simon’s cock slip from her mouth, but excited by the low curses pouring from him, she closed her lips around the head of his cock again, and sucked, hungry for his taste, and more of those erotic and deep sounds of pleasure that rumbled from him.
Phillip withdrew his finger, teasing her pussy entrance and chuckling softly when she thrust back against him.
“Patience, darlin’. Let me get my cock inside you.”
She shuddered, craving the feeling of finally having her pussy filled. She wanted to be taken, to be the object of their desire, but more than that, she needed the orgasm that loomed closer with every second that passed.
Holding on to Simon and on her knees with her legs spread wide, she waited breathlessly for Phillip to possess her. Every inch of her body sizzled with heat, each touch of their hands stoking the fire inside her until she burned everywhere.
Her nipples demanded attention, so tight and so achy she would have used her own hands on them if she could have. Her clit felt swollen and heavy, and her pussy clenched of its own volition, leaking moisture to trickle down her thighs.
Even her bottom tingled, the remembered threats of what they wanted to do to her there, making her aware of that part of her, disconcerting her because she’d never experienced that kind of awareness before.
Simon ran a hand down her face, his thumb tracing her lips that stretched over his cock.
“That’s better. You’re not thinking about anything else now except Phillip and me, are you, baby?”
The endearment settled over her skin like a warm blanket, the tenderness in it making her feel special and cherished.
Phillip’s powerful thighs brushed against the backs of her legs as he used them to push hers farther apart.
“She’s not going to be thinking about anything else for quite a while.”
Forced to release her hold on Simon’s thighs and flatten her hands on the bed, Rissa moaned around Simon’s cock at the caress of air over her damp folds, shaking uncontrollably.
She moaned again when Simon bent forward and cupped her breasts, his gentle hands tugging at her nipples. The answering surge of heat shot straight to her clit, but Phillip’s thighs held hers apart, not allowing her to press them together to get some relief.
When the head of Phillip’s cock pressed against her drenched pussy, she stilled, only then realizing that she’d been rocking back and forth on her knees. Pushing back against him in the need to be filled, she whimpered in her throat when he denied her.
Phillip slid a hand around her to tap her clit, laughing when she bucked and took the head of his cock inside her.
“That’s it, Ris. Damn, you’re tight. I want to feel that pussy clench on me and milk me real good.”
Frantic now, Rissa rocked her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit, crying out around Simon’s cock when Phillip slid deep, filling her with thick heat.
Filled at both ends, she tried to concentrate on making both of them come, but each caress of their hands or stroke of their cocks made her forget everything except the pleasure. Relying on instinct, she struggled to keep up with them.
She sucked harder at Simon, starving for his taste. Each groan or tightening of his hands thrilled her, the knowledge that she could shake his control giving her more confidence.
Simon’s hands left her breasts to cup her face again, holding her still for his smooth strokes into her mouth.
“Taken from both ends, Rissa,” his calm tone had her redoubling her efforts. “That soft mouth feels so good. I like how that tongue feels sliding over my cock.”
“I need an apology still,” Phillip said.
In answer, Rissa pushed back against him, moaning in her throat when he groaned and rubbed his hands over her back.
Phillip plunged deep, his hands flat on her back, holding her in place for his thrusts.
She reveled in each bump and ridge of his cock sliding over her inner flesh, fisting her hands in the covers to steady herself. Trembling everywhere, she couldn’t stop moaning around Simon’s cock, her breath catching each time Phillip’s sac created friction against her clit. Focusing on pleasing Simon got harder and harder, her attempts to lick and suck him getting clumsier as the need to come blocked out everything else.
She couldn’t stop gripping Phillip’s cock, his words of encouragement rendering her senseless.
“That’s it, Ris. Fuck. Your pussy’s so damned tight. I could fuck you forever.”
Simon’s hands slid into her hair again, guiding her movements. “Her mouth’s incredible. Her tongue’s like fucking velvet.” His hiss was like music to her ears.
“Damn it, she has an amazing mouth.”
She sucked on him eagerly, addicted to his taste and the deep groans that poured from him. Struggling to concentrate on what he said, she sucked in a breath when one of Phillip’s hands slid around to cover her abdomen and moved lower.
Her clit burned, but Phillip merely held her folds spread, not giving her the touch she needed.
Simon groaned again. “That’s it, b
aby. Damn, that mouth feels good. Not too far. Yeah, honey, just like that.”
Phillip chuckled from behind her, his low laugh ending abruptly when she clenched on him. “Damn, darlin’, you feel so fucking good. I know you want me to touch your clit, darlin’. You’re just going to have to wait for it.”
Simon’s thrusts into her mouth came faster, but his hold on her kept his cock from going too far. “Give it to her then. She needs to come.”
“No way. Not yet. Look at her buck. If she bucks like this now, can you imagine what she’s gonna be like when we take her ass?”
Rissa whimpered at the wave of shivers that raced through her. Shifting her weight to one side, she held herself up with one hand and reached down with the other, trying to keep her balance as she placed her fingers over her clit.
Phillip slapped her ass, a sharp slap that stunned her. Even now he avoided her injured side, slapping her again on the other before forcefully jerking her hand from her clit.
“No, you don’t.”
He thrust faster, each word bit out between clenched teeth on each deep stroke.
“No. No. No. I. Make. You. Come.”
Frustrated that he wouldn’t give her clit the attention she needed, she pushed back against him and lost her balance.
Simon caught her, dropping his knees on the bed and using his thighs to support her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders. “Easy, honey. I’ve got you. Hell, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow, baby, let go—oh, hell.”
The jolt of fire that hit her when Phillip pinched her clit had her whimpering in her throat and sucking Simon harder.
Simon cursed, holding her steady with his hands in her hair and pulsed his release into her mouth. The muscles in his thighs became rock hard and trembled beneath her hands as he groaned and slowed his strokes.
Awestruck that she could draw such a response from him, she eagerly swallowed every drop, crying out from the strokes to her clit, each one like a live wire touching her and sending sharp sizzles racing through her.
She couldn’t stay still, rocking her hips no matter how hard she tried not to, afraid that she would dislodge Phillip’s finger from where he held it over her clit.