Forty-Eight Hour Burn (9 page)

“The gel makes it easier. The burn won’t be quite as bad as it was in the bathroom without the lubrication. I shouldn’t have touched you without the gel. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

Knowing that, realizing she made him lose even an ounce of his steadfast control made her feel powerful. She smiled, though she doubted he could see it. “I like knowing that, and I’m glad you did.”

He twisted his finger inside her, pulled it free, and another finger joined to work the gel in deeper. Together, his fingers stretched her anus until she pleaded with him to stop, to give her more, to do something to relieve the talons of confusion clawing through her body.

“Oh, God, Gavin, I can’t.” She rested her forehead on the table and squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure blinded her, the pain a burning craze that shouldn’t feel good, but somehow did.

His fingers stretched deep inside her, separating to stretch her as they circled and eased back only to pump inside her once more. The burn spread, her pussy leaking juices even as it convulsed for a penetration of its own. The intensity of it drove her to a crazed state of need. Her eyes filled as her clit begged and her hips jerked at the invasion of his fingers now pumping methodically into her rear.

“You can. I know you can.” More coolness added to the inferno he built in her ass, and he worked it into her, the grease making a squishing sound as he fingered her deeper, faster. “I’ve got two fingers in your tight little rear now, darlin’. God, I wish you could see this.”

“I can,” Randy said gruffly, “and damn, it’s amazing.”

“I’m going to put the plug in now.” Gavin pulled his fingers from her anus before his words had a chance to make sense.

“Plug?” Her heart stumbled, the panic returning anew. Her body trembled. The mixed sensations now those of absence and a tortured denial for pleasure. The wickedly intimate touch he took from her left her wanting more,
needing
more.

“It’s just another delightful toy.” Randy moved to stand in her line of vision at the end of the table. “You’ll love it, sweet thing.”

“Take a deep breath, Georgia,” Gavin instructed. “It may feel uncomfortable for a moment or two, but it will turn to pure pleasure if you let it.”

Georgia breathed deep, held it, and let it out on a whoosh when a wide cylindrical object pushed into her well-lubed anus. She lifted her head, only to bang her forehead on the table in a series of smacks as the first onslaught of pain turned to a numbing pleasure. It didn’t stop there. A mewling sound escaped her throat as Gavin pressed the object deeper still, filling her once virgin hole fit to bursting. It was pain. It was pleasure. It was madness.

“Let it feel good, darlin’. Remember what we said about it in the bathroom?” Gavin’s tone dropped to a soothing baritone as his hand caressed her butt cheek. “What you’re feeling isn’t pain, right?”

Georgia shook her head, unable to form words around the riot of sparks raining through her. Her nipples pressed to the wooden tabletop, the sensitive peeks throbbing from the remnants of Randy’s pinches. Her pussy flamed with a new fire that pulsed and exhausted all oxygen from between her legs. Inside her body, her channel wept as a razor-sharp orgasm sliced home.

“Gavin!” She cried out his name in both warning and plea. “I can’t. Please, I can’t.”

“You can, my love. Just imagine how my cock will feel in place of that plug. It feels good. You know it does.”

“No, I can’t hold on.” She was on the verge of tears. Her attempt to hold back the beast, to obey the commands of her men, tore at her soul.

“Are you asking to come, Georgia?” Randy asked, a hint of pleased surprise in his voice.

“Yes, please, God, yes, let me come.” She screamed it, begged, and couldn’t care less how needy she sounded. She did need, and if she didn’t get, she feared she might crumple into a world of numbing insanity.

“Come for us, darlin’.” Gavin punctuated his command by tapping the tip of the plug in her ass. “Now.”

Georgia felt the plug dive a final fraction of an inch deeper at the same time a finger reached between her pussy lips and to swipe over her clit, and she burst into flames.

Chapter Five

“I’m glad to see you seem to have a good appetite,” Gavin commented around the rim of his coffee mug. “You’ll need the energy.”

Georgia studied him from her precarious perch on the edge of her chair. Sitting with a butt plug inside her couldn’t be easy, Randy knew, but she seemed to manage without too much discomfort. She even managed to return Gavin’s slightly amused gaze with one of her own that, if Randy ventured a guess, even conveyed her desire to let the games continue.

Randy disguised a chuckle in a cough and shoveled a bite of eggs into his mouth.

“Tell me about the call that pulled you from the station shortly before shift change.” Georgia bit into a slice of toast speckled with grape jelly and chewed, her gaze not dropping from Gavin’s.

Gavin shrugged. “It turned out not to be anything major. A guy decided to burn a few leaves in his backyard before sunrise, hoping not to get caught, I suppose. Apparently, the leaf pile was larger than he realized. They sparked, caught a nearby tree, and quite a few feet of grass and pine along with it. By the time we arrived on scene, he had a helluva bonfire going on.”

Georgia grinned, no doubt remembering her own bonfire shortly after dark the previous evening. “All the bonfires going on this weekend, one would think it was a holiday or something.”

Gavin’s lips kicked into a full-blown grin. “I’m all up for celebrating. How about you?”

Randy didn’t know about Georgia, but he felt damned well ready to celebrate. His cock pulsed in his sweats. The idea of entering her sweetly wet pussy while the plug remained in her ass drove him freaking nuts. It would be a tight fit, tighter even when Gavin finally took her ass the way he intended. Randy couldn’t wait to hear their woman panting and crying out as the rapturous wave of sensations overtook her.

“I wondered if you guys would set up a day soon to visit the daycare.” Randy’s attention snapped out of his favorite porno land at Georgia’s words. “Maybe on your next rotation. The kids would love if you could bring the engine by, give them a little lesson on fire safety and all.”

 
A muscle ticked in Gavin’s jaw. Randy knew his friend caught the implication of Georgia’s words as easily as he did. She intended to continue working, to hold onto her job at the daycare no matter what she decided about her life with them.

Randy waited for Gavin to respond. Best to keep his own mouth shut on this one. Gavin would expect her to quit. He would consider her surrendering her job as part of her giving herself to him, to them. He would expect her to be home for them, with them. He and Gavin could easily give her everything she would ever need. He didn’t doubt that. Making her see the situation their way, however, would prove a challenge.

He shifted his gaze to Georgia, caught the spark of challenge in her big, blue eyes, and realized she was baiting Gavin. The little minx had her nerve. Randy gave her that. He bit back a grin. She knew exactly what they expected of her and used little hints like that to let them know she didn’t plan to obey.

“I’ll talk to the chief during tomorrow’s shift and see what I can set up,” Gavin said.

Randy’s jaw nearly hit the table. Gavin’s response shocked the hell out of him. It surprised Georgia, too, if the slight widening of her eyes showed any indication. She recovered quickly enough. She flashed Gavin a radiant smile that made Randy’s cock dance in his sweats and stood.

“Where are you going?” Randy asked more out of reflex than anything.

“To the bathroom.” She leveled her gaze on him. “Or do I need to ask permission for that, too?”

Randy saw Gavin’s lips twitch out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t reprimand her for her snippy answer. He figured he deserved it. “No, of course not.”

The radiant smile became his as she walked around the table and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. “Good. Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious.”

“Georgia.” Gavin’s curt call of her name stopped her just before she reached the kitchen door.

She turned, hitting both of them with a wickedly questioning look that conveyed the vixen they unleashed in her.

“Meet us in the room at the end of the hall on the left when you’re through,” Gavin told her.

Georgia nodded and left the room.

Randy waited until he knew she couldn’t hear before he asked, “Are you sure she’s ready?”

“She’s ready.” Gavin sipped his coffee. “We only have until daybreak, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. I’ve caught onto your forty-eight hour plan, but do we really need to teach her everything in the first twenty-four?”

Gavin let out a dry chuckle. “There’s no way in hell we could. She needs to know how it will be, what to expect before we leave her alone to make her decision. Don’t you agree?”

Randy did. He didn’t want Georgia to question what her life with them would entail.

“Besides, do you want to wait any longer to officially make her ours?”

“Hell no!” They waited long enough already. Another day, another hour, another freaking second might drive him straight to the loony bin.

Gavin grinned and pushed away from the table. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Let’s go, buddy. We have a woman to satisfy.”

* * * *

Georgia’s entire body went hot and then cold as she halted in the doorway of the last room on the left. Her heart picked up a cadence that threatened to pound it right out of her chest. She stared wide-eyed at the toys, the equipment, and the half-naked man amidst it all. Instinct, more than plan made her shake her head in protest, or maybe denial. She stepped backward, the hard wall of a male body she collided into the only thing that prevented her from turning tail and running.

“Why are you backing away?” Gavin’s breath moved the hairs on the side of her neck. His fingers closed on either side of her waist. “You know you want this. You knew what you would find when you got here, when you agreed to come with me and Randy this morning.”

Georgia didn’t respond. She couldn’t speak anymore than she could stop her head from shaking.

One of Gavin’s hands glided down to her ass, a fingertip pushing on the plug in her anus. Her eyes fluttered closed on another wash of the pleasure-pain her body now accepted with ease, now longed to feel when the sensations subsided.

“This is only a small example. I told you there was no backing out when you came with us this morning.”

“I don’t want to back out.” Despite how weak and frightened her voice sounded, she told him the truth. She didn’t want out. She wanted everything she saw, everything she thought she might get in the immediate future. The need that unfolded inside her threatened to make her feel dirty, shamed, but she refused to let it. She couldn’t fault herself for her desires, wouldn’t feel guilty for any of them.

She licked her lips and steadied herself. “It, the room, caught me by surprise. That’s all. I—” She choked on her next words as her gaze landed on the black leather flogger Randy pulled from a hook on the back wall. The fear returned in a force so great her head spun. She tensed, her gaze dancing from Randy’s to the flogger and back again. “You aren’t going to use that on me!”

“Yes, we are.” Gavin spoke in a way that sounded so reasonable despite being laced by a calm authority. “You still have to be punished for the orgasm you stole in the truck.”

“And again in the shower,” Randy added.

“But the shower, making me kneel of the tiled floor, keeping my legs spread…” Hadn’t that been punishment enough? They drove her mad making her suck Randy’s cock without allowing her to touch, without touching her. Her pussy had felt so exposed. It made her wet enough to drip her juices on the shower floor.

“That punishment was for masturbating last night without us,” Gavin told her. “Remember how I said we would go easy on you for that.”

Easy? He thought being tormented to her very soul by teasing her to orgasm and not allowing her to come had been easy?

“I asked permission in the shower,” she reminded him quickly.

“Yes, you did.” He nodded against the side of her neck. “But did you hear an answer from either of us?”

Her blood chilled as she thought back. She begged. One of them, she couldn’t remember which, complimented her on learning fast. They soothed her, talked to her, but didn’t give her permission to come.

Weakly, she hung her head.

“Come over here, and kneel on the bottom step, sweet thing.” Randy gestured to the device on the floor at his feet. It looked like a mini staircase.

Georgia didn’t need to ask. She knew it was a spanking platform. She saw one used in a BDSM movie she watched shortly after discovering what kind of woman Gavin wanted in his life. She went searching for anything that would shed light on the fetishes and desires of a man like Gavin Scott. Later, when Randy joined Gavin in her heart, she hadn’t looked far to know what it would take to please him as well.