Page 11 of Whips and Chains
He didn’t hesitate. Just pulled off his shirt and toed off his shoes. His jeans were next, and then his underwear. He barked out orders to the others as he slid beneath the covers with me. “Ace is on his way over here to take away the clothes and deal with my car. Everything has to go with him. He’s bringing fresh clothes for all of us too.”
From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Levi and X hovering outside the bathroom, both of them out of their wet clothes and wrapped in spare towels. Their bloodied clothes, along with mine, in their arms.
Levi scooped up Whip’s clothes and added them to the pile in his arms. “Got it. We’ll wait for him in the living room.”
Panic swept through me at the thought of them even going as far as the living room. It squeezed tight around my throat, and my heart sped up to a pace that had me gasping for breath. “Don’t go. Please don’t leave me.”
The two men paused, but Levi’s answer was quick, “I won’t leave.” He dropped the clothes in a pile, and in nothing but a towel, because there was nothing else for him to wear, he sank down on the little armchair in the corner of my room.
X said nothing, but he slid down the wall opposite my bed, sitting on the floor, his gaze trained on me so intently it sent the panic inside me skittering away.
I lay back and rolled onto my side, facing Whip.
He reached up and tucked a stray strand of my freshly dried hair behind my ear. “How you doing, sweetheart?”
“Not good,” I admitted honestly. I fought the way my voice wanted to break. “Really not good.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head while holding me tight. “I know. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”
And in his arms, I believed that. I snuggled against his warm chest, remembering the way we’d done this after he’d taken my virginity. Remembering the way he’d blanked my brain out so beautifully with orgasms delivered by his talented fingers and tongue, until I’d barely known the day of the week or my own name.
I wanted more of that. More of the sweet, delicious numbness I knew he could give me.
And a whole lot less of the nightmare that would live in my brain for the rest of my life
I lifted my head, lips brushing over the stubble of his beard. “Touch me.”
He craned his neck so his mouth was above mine, his forehead furrowed in frown lines. “I don’t think—”
I didn’t want him to say no. So I kissed him instead.
For a long second, he didn’t respond, but then I reached up, grabbing his face, showing him exactly how much I wanted him.
He groaned, holding me tighter, his lips moving with mine, opening so our tongues could stroke together. His hands roamed up and down my back, each swipe setting my skin alight and distracting from all the hurt that threatened to drag me down.
I needed more. I pressed against him, hooking one leg over his hip, opening myself up to him.
“Violet,” he murmured over my mouth. “I’ll give you whatever you need, but X and Levi are still here.”
“I know.”
And I didn’t care.
I wanted them to watch Whip take me. They’d both rejected me, and I suddenly wanted to show them what they’d missed out on.
Whip didn’t question me. It was clear to everyone in the room what I meant.
Whip got hard between us. I reached for him, stroking his cock, while he fumbled for the drawer of my bedside table. I didn’t even blush as his fingers trailed over my vibrator and he found a box of condoms. One I’d hopefully bought before a date with a man who had later stood me up and then ghosted me.
Whip took one out, leaving it on the mattress behind him for when he was ready for it.
His hand lowered beneath the blankets and covered mine, both of us pumping his shaft together for long moments until his hips rolled and he was fucking into our grip.
But he pulled away all too soon for my liking, his fingers moving between my thighs instead. He found the nub of my clit, rolling it with his thumb and forefinger, sending sweet rivers of pleasure around my body. He stayed there, playing with it, an ache building inside me, demanding more. Slick arousal pooled at my center, and he scooped it up, coating his fingers in it and rimming my entrance, stretching me just a little, warming me up.
“I’m wet for you,” I whispered, stating the obvious.
For a second, the words hung in the air, and embarrassment threatened to flood me. I didn’t know why I’d said that out loud when he could clearly feel exactly how soaked I was, just from being naked and some clit stimulation.
