Page 138 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

The room is silent, the quiet broken only by the sound of Nolan’s harsh breathing. His massive cock is in my fist, and I pump him, the movement rhythmic, almost meditative. I sink back into my trance.

Something hot splashes the back of my thigh, hardening almost immediately.

Candle wax.

Oh.

Oh.

I’ve seen wax play at the club. It’s always fascinated me. Watching the dom holding the candle over his or her sub, drops of colored wax falling on bare skin… I find it strangely hypnotic. It’s one of the few things I’ve always been curious about. How would it feel?

Has Caleb noticed my interest? I wouldn’t put it past him. Or is this just a happy coincidence?

Another hot drop, this time on my shoulder. It cools on my skin almost immediately. I stroke Nolan’s thick cock, whimpering as hot claws of need rake through my core.

The blindfold around my eyes comes loose.

Nolan’s untied it. “I want you to watch,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Look how beautiful you are.” There’s a screen on the wall.

Was that always here? It must have been.

The screen is showing the security feed from one of the ceiling cameras.

I see Caleb’s arm in the frame, and then hot ribbons of blue and red pool on my skin.

Drops of wax rain down on me, kissing my skin with fire.

On the back of my thighs.

Down my spine. My lower back. My shoulder blades.

The curve of my ass.

And then, on my newly waxed pussy.

I whimper out loud when the wax drips down my folds. “Please,” I beg. My skin is so sensitive. The wax has brought every nerve to the surface. I feel on fire. “Please touch me, Sir. Please let me come.”

Caleb laughs, low and deep. “So quickly?” he asks, trailing his skin down my spine. I arch into his touch like a cat. “I don’t think so, baby.”

He picks up a candle again. I take another deep breath and surrender to the tangle of feelings. It’s hot and achy. Pure pleasure and torture, all rolled in one. So good.

I don’t know how long I float. I stroke Nolan’s cock. I watch my image on the screen, watch my back get decorated with wax. It’s happening to me, but it also feels like it’s happening to someone else, as if I’m disassociated from it.

The heat builds on my skin, and in my core. Underneath the floaty peace, my arousal roils, an underwater swell that builds higher and higher, until I’m squirming in my bindings, desperate for one of them to touch my clit, my pussy. “Please,” I beg again.

“I think she wants to come.” Caleb’s hot, dark gaze holds mine. “What do you think, Nolan? Should I let her?”

I hold my breath.

“Not yet,” Nolan replies casually. My heart sinks. “But soon.”

Soon. That’s good, right? I cling to hope.

“First,” Nolan says, “We’ve got to do something about that wax.”

Caleb chuckles. “Fair enough. Trade places with me.”

Nolan pulls away. Before I can whimper about the loss of his cock, Caleb is at my side, his cock inches from my lips. “Open up, baby.”

I thought he’d never ask.

I take Caleb’s cock in my mouth, moaning in my throat. I suck him and bob on him, my movements almost desperate. Need claws through me, and I know that if either of them just so much as brushes against my clit, I’m going to explode.

Caleb’s hips are blocking my vision. I can’t see the TV anymore. Can’t see what Nolan’s up to.

Not until he thrusts into me, his full length sliding deep into my wetness.

Oh. My. God.

Caleb fucks my throat. Nolan pounds my pussy. I’m caught between the two of them, tied up, immobilized, more painfully aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. The way they feel… it’s pure pleasure. They’re powerful. All male. I moan into Caleb’s cock as Nolan takes me, his strokes deep, fast, raw.

The flogger slaps down on my back. Oh God, oh God.

Nolan’s whipping bits of wax off my skin.

I didn’t think my arousal could wind tighter, but it does.

My back feels tender. My skin is hot. Blazing.

Nolan’s strokes sting, but I can take it.

I welcome it. I feel myself arch up to meet the tails of the flogger.

Overwhelming. Sensation. Everywhere.

Nolan groans out loud and pulls free from me. His hands undo the straps. Caleb lifts me off the Y-frame and carries me to the couch. “We’re going to take you now,” he growls. “Both of us. You’re going to take my cock in your ass, and Nolan’s cock in your pussy.”

I almost come from just those words. Nolan lies on the couch and positions me over him. My legs straddle his hips, and I sink onto his hard cock. Caleb’s fingers tease my asshole, and I whimper in anticipation. I want this. I want this so much.

“So wet,” Nolan growls. His hands dig into my hips, and he fucks me deep and hard.

At the same time, Caleb pushes harder on my tight hole, his fingers slick with lube.

He spreads me open, two fingers sliding into my ass, and I whimper as another layer of sensation paints my body.

This is so naughty, so wickedly good. “You want to be filled up by us?”

“Please,” I pant.

Nolan pulls me forward. My breasts mash into his chest, and my clamped nipples ache in the best possible way. Caleb looms behind me. The head of his cock nudges at my tight hole, and then, he pushes, slow and steady.

My muscles stretch as his length invades my ass. An inferno of pleasure blazes through me. I thought the butt plug was hot, but the plug is nothing compared to the feeling of Caleb’s cock sliding into me. I whimper as the head of his erection penetrates my tight ring, and Nolan’s mouth covers mine.

“Do you want me to stop?” Caleb sounds strained.

I shake my head immediately. Caleb continues to ease into me, filling me completely. When his full length is in my ass, he threads his fingers through my hair. “Beg us,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “Beg us to fuck you.”

“Oh God, yes.” I’m dizzy with desire. I’m completely filled by their cocks. If they move, even just a little, I’m going to explode. “Please fuck me.”

Nolan growls under his breath. “Anything for you, Kiera.”

And then they fuck me.

Two thick cocks drive into me, making me mindless with lust. I writhe between them, whimpering, moaning, burning with pleasure.

They claim me, and it feels momentous. Nolan’s fingers toy with my swollen nipples, and his mouth swallows my moans.

Caleb’s length plunges in and out of my ass, stretching my tight muscles.

I scream in pleasure. They’re so deep, and it’s so good. “Please,” I beg. “Please let me come.”

Nolan grins wickedly. I hear whirring. A vibrator hums against my clit. Where did that come from? I whimper, alarmed. “I can’t hold back.” The words pour from my mouth. “I can’t.”

Nolan’s fingers thread through my hair. He tilts my head up so I can stare into his eyes. “I love you,” he says. “Come for us, Kiera.”

More than anything else, it’s the words and the accompanying tenderness in his voice that pushes me over the edge. Caleb’s fingers dig into my hips. The vibrator attacks my clit, and I start to shake. My skin beads with sweat. It’s there, so close. It’s there, just within reach.

And then I’m hurtling. Lost in an explosion of sensation, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. I hear their muffled shouts of release. I float in an endless ocean of satiated bliss.

I don’t notice them remove the nipple clamps, though I definitely feel it when blood comes rushing back into my nipples.

Caleb winces in sympathy, and his mouth closes over my nipples, soothing them until the pain fades.

Nolan hands me a bottle of water, and crouches down in front of me. “Drink,” he orders.

I do as he says. When I’m done with the water, Caleb smooths cooling lotion over my skin, and then wraps me in a soft robe. I sit between my two guys, contentment filling my heart. “That was amazing. Can we do it again?

Caleb laughs and kisses my cheek. “Yes. But not today.”

What about tomorrow, I’m about to ask, when there’s a series of knocks on the door. Nolan mutters a curse under his breath. “Go away,” he says, lifting his voice.

Another knock. “It’s me,” Xavier Leforte calls from the other side of the door. “Get dressed. I’m coming in.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow, but gets up and pulls on his pants, as does Nolan. I draw the robe tightly around me, a lump in my throat. Caleb notices my anxiety and wraps an arm around me. “Don’t worry,” he says. “This isn’t about you. Xavier wouldn’t interrupt aftercare to yell at us.”

I hope so.

Nolan opens the door. My boss sticks his head into the room, his expression unreadable.

“Am I fired?” I blurt out.

“What?” Xavier’s expression is confused. “No, of course not.” He looks at Caleb and Nolan. “You don’t have your phones switched on,” he says accusingly.

Caleb raises an eyebrow, keeping his arm around me. “Club rules, remember? Section one-point-whatever? Xavier, this is dreadful timing. Go away.”

Xavier exhales slowly. He looks like he’s counting to ten. “I need to talk to one of you,” he says curtly. “It’s urgent.”

Nolan puts on his shirt and rises to his feet. “I’ll go.”

I watch the door swing shut behind them. What’s going on? What could be so important that Xavier had to talk with Nolan right away?