“I don't know,” she whimpered. “I can't tell.”
A hard smack came down on her ass. “Really, kitten? I've gone down on you for months and you can't tell my mouth on your sex from Damian's?”
Damian chuckled. “She's got plenty of time to learn.”
“Let go of the ring,” Lindsay said.
Shannon let go, and one of them dragged her across the room and threw her down on her stomach on the bed.
“One of us is going to fuck your mouth, and one of us is going to fuck your cunt. When we pull out of you, you better guess right which was which. And you will not come until we tell you to,” Lindsay said.
Strong hands pulled her up onto her knees before a thick hard erection slipped inside her. She was already wet, excited from the mingled fear and pleasure of their game. She whimpered as she adjusted to him. Who was it?
A moment later, before she could decide which one of them was fucking her, a second cock prodded her lips. She licked, tasting him. She'd fucked and sucked them both, why couldn't she remember which was which? They were distinctly different. The way they felt. The way they tasted. The way they fucked. This shouldn't be so difficult.
But the threat of the cane made it so hard to think clearly. A hand gripped the back of her neck. That was a Lindsay move. Right?
But the way the other one moved inside her pussy... that felt kind of like Lindsay's rhythm, too. The pleasure began to build between her legs, and she bucked against the one, while sucking the other, taking him far down her throat as he guided her, stroking her... preparing to make her swallow.
They made different sounds. She would figure it out then. But they came almost simultaneously, one driving hard inside her cunt, the other thrusting into her mouth. Neither of them made a sound when they came. The one at her mouth, massaged her throat, helping her swallow.
Nobody gave an order. No one so much as grunted or groaned. They both pulled out of her. That swallow move was a Lindsay thing. It had to be Lindsay at her mouth. But then... the cock in her pussy had sort of felt like Lindsay, too.
Now she couldn't remember what Damian felt like. He'd only spent the entire weekend fucking her.
“Poor thing,” Damian said. “She looks really confused and frustrated.”
“At least she didn't come yet. That might buy her a little mercy if she's wrong,” Lindsay said.
“Well? Who was who? Which one of us fucked your mouth?”
“Lindsay?” she said, more of a question than an answer.
“Hold her down,” Lindsay said. Hands gripped her wrists and held her while the cane came down across her ass in three quick strikes. But they weren't hard. It was just a game.
Still, the tears flowed down her cheeks at the pain. Then Lindsay's tongue was soothing the sting of the welts. She only knew it was Lindsay because Damian held her bound wrists in a firm grip to keep her from struggling away. They flipped her onto her back and laid her bound arms over her head.
“You'll learn,” Lindsay said. “No more game, just feel. You don't need to know who is doing what. The interrogation portion of the day is over.”
Then the two of them went to work on her together. One mouth was at her throat, kissing and biting her, while the other's mouth was on one of her breasts. A hand—she didn't know whose—stroked between her legs. The two of them caressed and fondled and licked every exposed inch of her while she squirmed and begged them for more.
She didn't know which of them did what and she'd given up trying to figure it out. Then the vibrating toy was pressed against her clit. “Come for us now, kitten,” Lindsay said.
She bucked helplessly against the harsh vibrations until she screamed out her own pleasure. Then the toy was taken away. Her wrists were untied. Lips caressed the raw skin. Then the two men pulled back the covers, arranged her in the middle, and got into bed with her.
“Rest,” Damian said.
No one removed her blindfold as their bodies folded into each other to sleep.
77
It had been a little less than a week since the new arrangement.
The nightmares of Brian had left, and they hadn't returned. Shannon knew now that the reason they'd tormented her for so long was the unspoken and unfinished threat that had hung on the air between her and Brian. Nothing had felt settled between them—until the night she came back to the house.
She'd seen the subtle shift in him, the way she'd gone from being someone he wanted to punish, to someone he wanted to hurt because of his hatred of Lindsay, to someone he'd decided was now to be protected.
It was like Mina, but different. Brian had no feelings for Shannon. Actually that wasn't true. He felt something. It wasn't lust or love. It was... complicated. Respect, maybe? Whatever it was, and despite the ugly history she would never truly forgive him for, it seemed that she had shifted into the closest thing Brian could get to a friend. And though she'd never see him that way because of what he'd done to her, she wouldn't complain about the fact that he saw her that way. It was the thing that kept her safe.
Except for the rage and his own pain, Brian didn't feel much for other people, but what little he did feel, Shannon knew without any doubt that she'd never be in danger from him again.
It was Friday evening. She'd just returned from her day at the spa and shopping and exploring around the city. She'd skipped the beach because she knew she'd get plenty of the beach soon enough and the beach would make her think about Damian. And thinking about Damian would just tie her stomach in knots because she had a punishment coming. Tonight.
She walked into the back office to find Lindsay scribbling down some notes. He looked up at her and placed them in the folder of a new patient.
“Ready, kitten?”
“Yes, Master.” Shannon's hand strayed unconsciously to her bare throat. She felt the absence of the metal that no longer sat comfortingly against her skin. She wanted it back so badly. Every time she tried to work up the courage to ask, the words died in her throat. Besides, Lindsay had already made his decision... she'd get a collar when they decided she got a collar. But she wanted her collar. Not another one. She loved that collar. It was the singular thing she'd ever worn that made her feel beautiful.
They were quiet on the drive to Damian's. This would be the first time she'd see him since that day at the house when all the decisions had been made.
Lindsay parked in front of the large glass house and got out of the car. Shannon waited, knowing he would come around and get her door. He liked to be old-fashioned and she liked the gallant gesture—especially given the dark and dirty way he liked to treat her. She felt like less of a whore as long as he was opening her car door. As fucked up as that was.
She took his hand as he helped her out and guided her to the front of the house. Was this going to be weird and awkward? The three of them seeing each other again? Although it had only been a few days, it felt as though months or years had passed since the last time the three of them had been together at the house.
Lindsay didn't have to ring the bell. Damian was already there, opening the door and standing aside to let them both in.
Shannon stood hesitantly in the doorway even as Lindsay had already crossed the threshold and made his way into the house. Damian's hungry gaze found her breasts, admiring the way her nipples protruded through her shirt. He looked up and smiled at her, then took her hand and pulled her through the door.