Past Pleasures

Lucas picked her back up and returned her to the bed. Robert was there with ibuprophen and iced tea. The tea felt very good going down. She reached for the cream. But he held it out of reach.
“You can’t do this on your own. You can’t reach… everything.” Robert barely held back a grin. He lost major points for that!
“I’ll manage. Go away.” Sam replied angrily.
“Okay.” Robert got up and took the cream with him. Lucas raised his brows at her, almost chidingly.
Sam sat there and burned. Lucas brought her a B.L.T. that she choked down in discomfort. Every time she moved, she hurt. It was also technically difficult to eat a B.L.T. while clutching a sheet to her breast. She put the last few bites of the sandwich down.
“Can I have something to wear, please?” Sam almost managed meek.
“No.” Robert replied.
“Why? It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” Sam rattled the chain on her wrist. “I just want to eat my sandwich with my free hand. You have clothes on.”
“We could take them off.” Lucas volunteered. Okay, he lost his brownie points!
“No! Forget it! Forget eating!” Sam flopped back down and regretted it immediately. “Fuck!” she yelled as she tried to back up on the bed. The guys shared a look and headed straight for her.
“That’s not what I want!” Sam hollered as she tried to twist away from reaching hands. Lucas grabbed her ankles and Robert her arms. Before she could squeak, they had her flat and spread out again.
“Please…don’t…not…”Sam struggled and her breath caught on a strangled sob.
“Samantha,” Robert said sternly as he looked into her eyes. “We’re not. I promise. Let us take care of you.” Lucas was stroking her arm gently. “No intercourse, okay?” Sam nodded shakily, unsure.
“Close your eyes and relax.” Lucas suggested.
“I can’t. I’m too scared. You guys won’t stop. You won’t listen. You won’t answer my questions. Why are you doing this?” Sam shot off.
Robert stared at her solemnly for a moment. “Samantha, I know you recognize Lucas, but do I look familiar…at all?”
Sam looked closely at him. His dark hair curled around his ears softly. His complexion was perfect except for a small crescent shaped scar just under his left eye. It was shaped just like a moon. Her eyes flew back to his.
“Yes, I think she remembers now.” Lucas said on a chuckle.
“Did I? You couldn’t be. He was so small!”
“It was fourth grade! I was supposed to be small!” Robert protested as Lucas laughed.
Sam grinned crookedly. “If it really was you, what did you do all year?”
“I followed you around like a fuckin’ puppy.” Robert replied gruffly.
“Oh my God!” Sam whispered. “ And one of the other bys threw a rock one day and caught you just under the eye.”
“And you called it a ‘special moon’ when it scarred.” Robert finished. They all sobered and their gazes dropped. Silence reigned for a time.
“The why are you guys doing this to me?” Sam asked hesitantly. Both guys shook their heads and looked at one another.
“She doesn’t get it yet.” Lucas whispered.
“How are we even having this conversation?! I’m naked and chained to the bed!” Sam yelled.
“Tape.” The men said in unison.
“NO! I’ll shut-up. I’ll shut-the-fuck-up!” And she did.
Robert looked at her for a very long tome. Sam became very self-conscious. Of course, by now they knew every inch of her. Each tattoo seemed glaringly bright. Robert traced the tiny cat with wings on her left breast. Lucas took his cue and examined the warrior woman on her left calf. The butterfly on her right wrist almost fluttered on its flowers with the attention.
“There’s a gorgeous fairy on her right cheek.” Robert remarked.
“I know, beautiful, graceful. She knows deep down already.” Lucas replied. Robert slowly dipped his fingers into the cream and passed the jar to Lucas, who put it aside. Robert carefully spread her to his view. Sam inhaled sharply.
“Easy.” Robert murmured. He gently touched her. The cream was cool and soothing. Lucas shifted on the bed and leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. “ Gently.” Sam heard Robert say, and Lucas hummed against her breast. Sam’s heart was pounding.
She felt the coolness of Robert’s fingers slip inside her and was instantly throbbing sweetly. The cream was magic. Lucas leaned up to take her mouth as Robert’s free hand caressed her breast. The fingers inside her smoothed gently. Robert’s hand left her breast and Lucas’s replaced it. She felt Robert shift to between her legs and felt another cream coated finger slip elsewhere. Slowly, both men withdrew and watched her chest rise and fall rapidly.
“Man.” Robert sighed.
“Yeah.” Lucas agreed. They lingered there, stroking her skin.
“Hey,” Robert shrugged, “We can have other kinds of fun.” Sam’s eyebrows rose warily as Lucas agreed.
The guys stood after covering her slowly and restored order to the room. Then they pampered her. They gave her a massage, played penny poker (Lucas won), and made her laugh outrageously with sly puns and crude jokes. Lucas even read to them from an old dog-eared mystery novel. They spent the entire day making her feel special. If their eyes lingered longingly on her lips, she blushed and didn’t comment.
Sam pealed with laughter when they had a furious, if comical, workout competition, and sighed blissfully when they rubbed her feet. Not once did she feel assaulted by either of them. When they both lay with her in bed that night, she felt cocooned by their warmth, and strangely, loved. They left her unrestrained when they drifted off to sleep.


Chapter 8

Sam awoke before them. She was cushioned between them. Robert in front, Lucas behind. Her thoughts raced confusedly around as she replayed the events in her mind. What was their plan? She no longer felt her life was threatened. They had cherished her. She had never felt more needed. For three days, they had virtually worshipped her. They had not spoken of outside events. Time seemed to stop. She didn’t understand. She traced a finger lightly down Robert’s shoulder, and stroked Lucas on the thigh. Where was this leading? What did they wish of her?
When next Sam glanced over, Robert’s eyes were open. Without a word, he pressed his lips softly against hers. It was so sweet, heartrending in intensity. She felt Lucas harden behind her, against her, and knew he too was awake.
Lucas traced his fingers around her nipple gently as Robert’s mouth demanded more. His hand searched downward to her hips and spread her cheeks, which enveloped Lucas’s hardness within its folds.
Sam trembled with arousal at visions of what may come. Was this where she was supposed to be? Were they what she had been waiting for?
They traced, soothed, and even licked her skin, not pressing forward. They simply pleasured. Sam’s pulse raced and her skin heated. Her body throbbed. The sensations swelled within her. They kept stroking, enhancing every pulse. She was so ready, she wanted to shout at them to do more, but they didn’t go any further. She strained and squirmed against them. Her world tremored.
Sam broke on a sob, begged, “Please…” but they didn’t acknowledge her. They kept on tormenting, torturing. She couldn’t take it. She tried to get out of bed, but Lucas threw a leg over her hips. She could feel his hard arousal stroke against her. Robert placed an arm across her shoulders. They pinned her there, and enjoyed at their leisure. Sam lost her mind.
She reached one hand down between their bodies and found Robert’s erection. She placed a hand over Lucas’s hips and pulled him closer. Robert groaned at her touch. Finally, they moved.
Before they could reach their intended destinations, Sam rose to her knees. She wrapped her hot lips around Robert’s shaft and caressed Lucas with her hand. This time they gasped in surprise. Robert shivered within her. Lucas moaned.
Lucas grabbed her hips and pistoned her around to sheath himself within her. Sam hummed pleasurably with her mouth around Robert. She could feel his hands clenched in her hair. She teased with her tongue and cupped his soft jewels in her palm. Robert cried out. Lucas thrust deep.
They were so silky within her, so firm and deep. She sucked and licked, then found herself shivering when Robert moaned. She looked up at him through her lashes as she traced her fingers gently around. His head was thrown back, his mouth opened in ecstasy.
Lucas fucked her, hard and deep. She clenched tightly around him. She tried to give what they had. Pleasure and need. Then, they lost control.
Lucas tore her away from Robert and tossed her down roughly onto her back. Lucas placed himself at her head. She latched onto him as Robert thrust greedily within her hot folds.
It was so good, perfect. To have both of them and not have to choose…anything. Sam gripped Lucas’s backside as she stroked him with her tongue. Would he like the things she had? She stroked his cheeks ever closer to the goal. When her timid fingers rimmed him, he inhaled sharply and released his breath with a groan. Sam smiled around him. She had the same power!
But the men had other ideas. Robert rolled her, and her hands flew outward in surprise. He thrust up into her violently, and it was all she could do to breathe. HE pushed her to a sitting position, his hands supporting her hips. Her feet were up by his head. He rammed into her and she squeaked with alarm. Lucas entered her savagely from behind and she cried out in pain.
They must have thought it was pleasure, because they didn’t pause. They pinched and squeezed as they slammed home. Sam was sobbing, but in mere moments the men shouted their completion. They tossed her aside like a dirty rag.
Sam startled awake with a cry and tears on her cheeks. She was alone in the bed. She sobbed and rushed to the bathroom to wretch. She heaved and cried. It was a dream. It was only a vicious dream. She rinsed her mouth in the sink. When she calmed down, Sam frantically searched for clothing. She found a worn, baggy sweatshirt, and her own jeans, folded neatly in a drawer. It took longer to find her shoes. She found her jacket on a hook by the door and dashed outside. It was frigid. A blanket of snow lightly covered the ground. Sam didn’t hesitate. She ran.
It was hard to keep going. Her side ached a bit, and she kept crying. Out of breath, she had to stop once the cabin was out of sight. She fell to her knees, and heaved her empty stomach.
What had she done? She had almost forgotten about escape! It was so wrong and she couldn’t excuse it in her mind. She crouched there, panting for a moment, until her heart slowed from uncontrollable to racing. Then, she began again.
Sam realized she had run in the wrong direction, and had to alter her course. She shivered violently when the wind blew against her sweaty skin. She fumbled a cigarette from her pack and paused to light. That’s when she heard them. Sam heard a masculine shout, and her fatigue was forgotten, replaced by fear.
She ran, not caring which path she took, as long as she fled. She glanced back to see where they were and tripped. She flew forward in an awkward arch, felt suspended for a moment, and then icy cold encased her.
The water enveloped with pain. It was like sharp knives to her senses, and she froze with shock. She choked as she gasped for breath and only found water. Somehow, she found purchase and her head broke free. She pulled herself upward and it was like moving through mud.
Sam’s limbs wouldn’t respond appropriately in the chill. When she managed to get to her knees at the other side of the stream, she was coughing and sputtering. She struggled to her feet, and took one step, when a hard hand clenched in her wet hair and yanked backward.
She screamed as her feet flew from under her. She tried to grab for something, anything, but only found air. She landed with a coarse grunt face up on the ground. Lucas came at her growling. She fought with everything she had in her.
Sam punched Lucas hard in the face, but didn’t slow him. She kicked him hard in the shin, and he sucked in a breath in surprise. He grasped her wrists tightly. She kicked harder. Sam finally managed to bring up a knee forcefully into his groin. Lucas reared up, releasing her, then doubled over. She pushed him off and scrambled up the embankment. She heard Lucas vomit behind her.
Sam managed a few running steps when Robert tackled her from behind. They landed hard, and Sam couldn’t breathe. She felt a rib pop, and cried out on a grunt. Robert wrenched her arms behind her and she felt cold steel encase her wrists.
“Noooo!” Sam screamed as she bucked and kicked. Robert flipped her over with ease and sat astride her hips.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Sam growled.
“No!” Robert shouted back at her. HE pulled a cloth from his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but he slapped his hand down while he dug into another pocket. He pulled a cord out and strapped it across the cloth. He bent to tie it around her head and Sam took advantage. She smacked her forehead into his nose. He fell off with an oomph! His nose was gushing blood.
Sam used her shoulders to push up to her knees and rose once again to her feet. She spit the cloth out and stumbled to a run. It was damn hard to run in cuffs. She didn’t look back, but could hear swearing behind her.
Sam was breathing heavily and shivering from cold. She felt icy snow slide down her pants. Someone rammed her hard into a tree, and she saw stars as her face connected with the bark. Lucas wrapped his body around her and the tree. She couldn’t move. She screamed in anger. His breath fell hotly on her neck as he held her there. His body was like iron around her, heavy and unbending. His hips pinned her roughly against the tree, his knees behind hers.
Robert arrived swearing, and bound her mouth roughly again. Then Lucas swung her around and tossed her over his shoulder, strapping a strong arm across her legs. Sam could barely breathe and squirmed against him, but it was all she had left. Finally, she lay limply draped over him. They took her back to the cabin without a word.
She was shaking convulsively when they placed her back on the bed and secured her there. Now that they were back in the cabin, she realized how cold she was. Robert produced a pair of heavy shears and tossed them to Lucas with one hand, while he held his bloody nose with the other.
Well, at least she had done that! Sam thought with a little thrill of triumph.
Lucas snipped the edges of her clothes and began tearing the material from her. The muscles in his chest and arms rippled with the movement. He peeled the cloth away slowly as Robert went to the bathroom to take care of his nose. Sam inhaled reflexively when her cold skin was exposed. Lucas tossed the clothing, and her shoes, into the fire.
“Out for a smoke and a stroll?” Lucas whispered with sarcasm. The anger glowed from his eyes, …or did they just glow? The gag tight across her face, she pushed back with a fission of fear. “We’ll have to warm you up!” Lucas growled.
Robert came back from the bathroom naked.
“Shower’s ready.” He said deeply. He no longer sported a bloody nose. It looked as if she hadn’t touched him! His eyes, too, seemed to glow in the firelight. What was going on?
“Use the stuff.” Lucas rumbled. Robert hesitated.
“It may be too soon.” He said haltingly.
“It’s not.” Lucas replied.
Robert moved out of her view, and Lucas began to start without him. He circled her nipples with his tongue and she shuddered. His eyes bore into hers as he spoke to her again.
“Don’t…Do...That…Again.” He said each word, punctuated sharply as he leaned into her face. His tongue traced her lips around the gag. His breathing was harsh and heavy.
Robert returned and Lucas removed the gag. They forced the syrupy drug into her mouth again. Lucas strode over and stoked the fire. Robert came to her with the keys to the cuffs. He quickly replaced them with a soft leather thong. He was prepared for any struggle and quickly doused her hopes. His dark eyes never left hers.
Robert leaned slowly down and traced his tongue from her collarbone to her earlobe. He bit lightly there and suckled. Sam quivered under him. His skin smoothed against her, tantalizing her nerve endings.
“You’re so damn cold.” Robert growled, but she could feel his erection. Sam stared at him. He didn’t have a single mark on his face, and he was letting her know. How could his nose look perfect when she could have sworn she had broken it? He grinned wolfishly when he saw her eyes widen. He purred a deep rumble from his chest.
Lucas came over as her body began to heat. The drug was working it’s magic. Sam gasped for breath, her breasts heaving. Her teeth rattled on a shiver. Robert slid slowly from her. Lucas picked her up easily. It was as if she didn’t weigh a thing. He walked slowly to the shower.
Time seemed to slow. Sam felt as if they walked through a fog. Lucas kept his eyes on hers. Her body was wracked with chills. She couldn’t look away from him. Her heart leapt in her chest. Her fingers tingled, itched to touch him. Why? An hour ago she wanted to flay him. What was that drug?
All rational thought began to flee from her. She wanted him, needed him, and hungered for him. She pressed her breasts against him, lifted her arms over his head and rubbed.
He didn’t slow down. It was a shock to her system when they stepped into the shower spray. She snapped back in alarm at what she’d done. Lucas wouldn’t let her go far. Her body was assaulted with sensations as he let her body slide down his until she stood under the warm spray. Robert joined them and wrapped himself around them both.
Lucas growled low. Robert backed up a step. What was that about? Even in the dimness of the shower, their eyes glowed hotly. Lucas pulled her arms up and placed the thong on her wrists over a harsh looking hook that was new to the shower.


Still writing. Haven't enterd it all in the computer yet. Let me know what you think so far.