Captured Desire

by Tasha Winters

  His eyes narrowed, his face cleared, and his voice calmed. The surrounding atmosphere sizzled. She recognized the emotion of frustration and irritation surrounding him with just a touch of real anger. It nearly scorched her with its intensity. He was dominant. All her men were, and each displayed it in their own way, but Ethan’s passions were always found at either end of the spectrum.

  Wilder was the playmate because his passions were everywhere. He was an open book in many ways, smiling, kissing, tweaking her nipples as he passed her. Teasing was a way of life for him and he loved with exuberance in and out of bed. Wilder was serious about his work and was definitely the ruler of his own world. He allowed Ethan to lead because he didn’t need to do it himself. Ethan did.

  Wilder loved her but he loved her in a playful, carefree way that brought her out of the doldrums. Cross him, as she had found, and the spicy oils came out. He needed agreement, and she soon learned that not all things could be joked about. Her bottom hole still ached from the menthol cream he rubbed on the outside of it early this morning. Her lady bits had ached and pulsed for nearly as long.

  Finn was the protector. He was intimate all the time, touching, rubbing, kissing, hugging, holding her in his lap and, if he wanted to, he carried her to where he wanted her. Finn defended her ferociously when needed but loved to spank her ass for sexual pleasure and for discipline. She knew that both could be unbearably arousing and just what she needed sometimes. He saw into her very soul. He wanted her trust and obedience and was eager to punish any deviation from that state of being. It met who they were together. Combustible.

  Ethan demanded not only her compliance, and her obedience, but her submission. Her submission was expected in all things. Sometimes he was lenient and at others, well, other times he was relentless. Like now. Ethan did more for her than feed her need to surrender to him, he fed her intellect, her need to push back, to release that tied up inner spirit she kept under lock and key. She knew Ethan was safe. She couldn’t hurt his feelings or take him past the point of no return and he would never allow her to go past the line he established. There was a security in that. And she had no idea how she would ever survive if she lost them.

  Amara was suddenly not only facing off with Ethan, she was challenging the fear of loss she now carried daily. She was a mere two inches from him, testing him, taunting him. After the stress of the last months, the emotional turmoil of the last week culminating with Maya giving birth today, she’d had enough. The life Maya had highlighted in brilliant technicolor was what Amara found she desperately wanted but might never have. She needed this face-off. Ethan knew it. She could feel him relaxing into the saucy discourse.

  “Amara, before you say something you regret, remember that I will punish you if you take this too far. Let it go, love. We will do what you want later. Now, trust me to know what I’m doing. You are my client and as your therapist, I know what is best in this case.”

  “I call bullshit. You don’t get to pull the lover card when it suits you and the client card when it works better. I’m not a client, you fuck. I’m your lover whom you help deal with things and we have already said this. Maybe you don’t need to be either.”

  “Enough. That’s too far. You just made a giant leap across the line on the wrong side of allowable. Quiet. Now.”

  His voice thundered but was so subdued, she barely heard him. His eyes flashed. His face was thunderous. His passionate response was flowing off him in waves of vexed emotional fireworks. The intensity was slapping her hard, her body was aching in the torrential onslaught of feelings.

  She stared at him. Her chest was heaving, and she knew she had gone too far before he said it. She could feel the tingle in her nose and she was seeing through tears that were welling in her eyes. Her need for release had not been fulfilled. All she was now was sorry and sad. She was still too irritated to apologize even though she wanted to do just that. Her need to hit the level of release hadn’t been achieved.

  “You sleep with me tonight.”

  “No, I want to sleep with Finn.”

  “That won’t be happening tonight. You can sleep with him tomorrow.”

  “I’m sleeping with Finn.”

  “All right, you may sleep with Finn, but only after we address your disrespect.”

  “Me?” she swiped at the residual tears that were no longer filling her eyes. “What about you? Treating me as though I’m not intelligent enough to make my own choices!”

  Ethan seemed to come to a decision. “Fine. You want to handle it now? We can handle it now but if Finn and Wilder happen to hear your yells and come in, I will not let them interfere.”

  Ethan walked out of the room and returned with Velcro cuffs and something else. The something else didn’t concern her. The cuffs made her heart seize. She had no idea why she was feeling bile rise up in her throat, but she was going to vomit all over Ethan’s shiny shoes in two seconds. Her face must have looked as horrified and sick as she felt because Ethan tossed his items in the closest chair and grabbed her.

  “It’s okay, love. I’m so sorry. I thought that blocking your memories would be all you would need to avoid the panic. I was wrong. You use your subconscious mind heavily and you have more layers of consciousness than most. I won’t use the cuffs. Look, I tossed them, and Wilder will take them from the room.”

  Standing at the door, Wilder look bewildered. Ethan indicated the chair behind him and repeated, “I won’t use the cuffs. Not until we have freed you from the fear.” Wilder silently retrieved the offensive items from the chair and left the room.

  Amara had settled down and her rising panic was gone. She still felt some anxiety, but it was disappearing as well.

  “See, if I don’t know why I have these dramatic fears, it causes me more worry.”

  “Maybe but you haven’t had a panic attack since we did the blocking and I won’t undo it until it’s time. Now that I’ve taken care of my mistake, Wilder will return in a minute and Finn will be soon behind him. I still need to finish your punishment. Come, lean over my lap.” He walked over to the chair and sat lifting his hand, inviting her to submit.

  “Ethan, whatever it is, I don’t want it.”

  “Time is running out. I don’t care who sees this, it’s happening. Your dignity should be encouraging quick compliance, Amara.”

  She could hear shuffling in the back of the house. Quickly, she flew over his lap. “Hurry and do whatever you have to but do it quick.” She hissed.

  Ethan’s hand came down on her bottom—hard. She hissed again as she tried to hide her southern cheeks. He said nothing but the cold liquid that made her core clench and her buttocks tighten was becoming familiar. Wilder and Finn liked bottom play to varying degrees, but Ethan adored it. She knew what was coming and tried to relax her back entrance when Ethan tapped on the tightly pinched outer ring. Her worry about Wilder and Finn entering to see her embarrassment stopped her from relaxing enough. She was torn between fighting and submitting.

  He rubbed her bottom slowly with one hand as his thumb put pressure on her bottom opening. The oil warmed her, helping her relax as Ethan fiddled with something behind her.

  “Hold your cheeks open for me.”

  “I will not,” she answered indignantly.

  Another hard slap landed, this time the hand that delivered it was covered in oil. The contact was louder and left a sting that stayed longer. She held her cheeks open.

  “Submit, Amara. You are not the leader in this household. When I say something, you have the right to disagree but not argue. I would have let that go but you continued to quarrel after I warned you. This little reminder will help you listen to my words and not be so contrary when one of us is trying to do what is best for you.”

  The submission of her will bending to his because he was the dominant party in their relationship was sliding over her. One more whimper from her, and Ethan began the slow introduction of the plug into her newly tried bottom.

  The piece seemed huge, a
nd she cried out. “Please, Ethan, it’s too big.”

  “It isn’t too large. It is a punishment plug. They are made larger at the back end. This, once I seat it completely, will make you feel full. You’ll be constantly prompted that you’ve been disobedient and earned the reminder to be good. Submit to me. You know how to comply.”

  She knew to relax, how to yield to Ethan’s discipline. It would be over soon. She could feel herself slip more and more into that safe place submission took her. Ethan would take care of everything if she would acquiesce.

  Maya had said something about Amara needing to learn submission. “It will take away your anxiety. For nothing is yours to fix, your man is responsible for the outcome and he will handle it.”

  Amara hadn’t really understood until today, she could almost touch the weight as it slid off her shoulders and landed on Ethan’s. Memory wasn’t her job it was Ethan’s. Wilder would handle the meetings and the future results, Ethan would handle the effects of her life before now, and Finn would protect her now.

  Her only responsibility was to do as they requested. Ethan asked the most of her but even he demanded little. Wilder didn’t allow her to become sullen or too moody. Finn didn’t allow her to be risky. Ever. It made going for a walk outside of the dome without notifying anyone a punishable offense. Finn preferred spanking. Something she found out quite recently. Even without a reason, his hands were often on her rear quadrant just to feel her ass cheeks.

  Her groan as Ethan slid the plug in further, stretching her entrance more, drew no sympathy.

  “I’m taking it slow and you can handle this. I have larger ones so be glad I only grabbed one of the smaller plugs.”

  “There are larger ones?” she squealed.

  “Oh, yes. Much larger. So be thankful and let me finish this, young lady.”

  “My hands are getting tired.”

  “I’ll hold them open for you,” answered Wilder.

  “I heard someone was naughty and getting punished. I can help,” offered Finn. “I’ll tease but won’t let her come. Why is she in trouble, anyway?”

  “She wouldn’t submit to our decision on keeping her touchy memories blocked for now.”

  “Then I will gladly help. Amara, we all three agreed on that topic because it was the best thing for you right now.” Finn turned to Ethan. “Shall I tease or spank?”

  “No! Not fair. I didn’t disrespect you two. Go away for heaven’s sake. It’s a bit sadistic don’t you… Ahh, Ethan, that hurts.”

  “Hush then. It’s my punishment. I’ll do it however I choose. A mixture of pain and pleasure is a good lesson. It has several applications. Wilder, you take breasts and Finn can take pink wet bits since I have her ass.” Ethan patted Amara’s bottom cheek. “No coming or I’ll have to change this up to be many orgasms until we are done. It might turn into a marathon. We could have competitions. What do you say, love, up for an all-night orgasm?”

  Amara released her anxiety at giving over control. She could finally submit. Ethan wanted to embarrass her but only so far as she could handle and now he was teasing her. She felt their moods. They weren’t angry. They weren’t really in a punishment mood. Not even Ethan. Amara took her chances with a plea bargain.

  “Ethan?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Can I make a bargain?”

  “What’s the bargain?”

  “I’m sorry I have trouble giving in to you when you’re trying to do what is best for me. I’m trying, but coming from my background, where women did not get heard unless they retained their control, I have a hard time releasing it. I’m tired. We need to review the tape. Can I please just take one punishment and be done? I promise to try harder.”

  “Perfect apology. I accept your bargain. I choose an orgasm and you are allowed to come. Take your places everyone.”

  Within a few minutes, Amara was ready to peak hard with Wilder sucking and tweaking her exposed and free moving breasts. He shifted to twisting and pulling the nipples intermittently. Finn teased her clits one at a time, never too much on either to bring her to climax but she was skimming the edge of the cliff. Her mind could almost hear their thoughts and certainly sense the high emotions and arousal amongst the testosterone infused males.

  She knew Ethan was watching and when she was on a rest from the other action, her empathic self knew when he was ready to twist the large plug a bit further to incite a little pain and then hold while the others resumed their play. It made this type of play even more exquisitely painful. Instead of the movements being a surprise, she knew just before they happened and that was somehow worse.

  Finally, they had reached a point of no return, quickly finishing her off, each working in tandem to push her over the cliff of ecstasy. Just as she was peaking, Ethan shoved the plug home. The stark streak of pain soon dissolved into an almost unbearable pleasure. Amara screamed and flew over the edge at high speed. Her orgasmic flight was more extended than she’d ever had.

  As her muscles relaxed, her body losing its stiffness, Amara heard Ethan mentally say again. She concaved her back, and he slapped her ass hard. As she scrunched her bottom to combat the sting, her men attacked with renewed vigor. Ethan pulled the plug out slightly, leaving the largest end just at the sphincter muscle, holding it open wide, stretching it painfully but it was just what she needed to soar again.

  All cognizant thought left while she reveled in the second flight. When she floated back to earth, her muscles in complete release, she was in Ethan’s lap on the sofa. Exhausted from the pleasure she discovered the plug and lubricant were gone, Wilder was gone, and Finn was returning to sit in a chair next to her. Ethan had a grin on his face.

  “I think that is how we should do all punishments. Well, when she apologizes nicely.”

  Amara said nothing, but she blushed hard. This was the first time she had had any type of sex with all three of them. It seemed like they were used to that much together, but she knew they did not do three to a bed. It wasn’t their style but getting her off together must not be off the list of acceptable activities. Good to know. She turned her attention to the recordings Finn had cued up for them. She prepared to discuss the night before, but her mind was finding it difficult. Wilder brought her filtered water.

  She cuddled in Ethan’s more than roomy lap watching, while he planted occasional kisses on her head, temple, hand–wherever he could find to kiss. She knew he was making sure she understood how much he loved her. He was slightly concerned that she would be upset with him over the public punishment. She had been before, but not now. Now she simply loved him, and group orgasms, more.

  Chapter 17

  Wilder

  Wilder came home hesitant and eager to share what he’d learned. He threw several files on the dinner table and thought better of it, removing them to the counter. It was dinnertime. He needed to relax and change focus for a while. It had been two very long days. Each started at five a.m. so he could get his workout done before moving to finish any office work he hadn’t finished the night before. He got a few minutes with Amara at breakfast before driving the thirty minutes to the immense stately manor that Ambrose used as their regional headquarters. It was nearing six p.m. now, and he knew the other three members of his newly formed family would be anxious to hear about the results.

  Yesterday there was not much to report except the issues they needed to work on including the introduction of the program Amara had created. Overall it was a huge step in the right direction but not quite enough. Today, was a different story. The committee was able to start right away reviewing areas identified as sticky, mostly ethical conflicts, using the projections from the program. After running it with different variables and getting similar outcomes, they validated it as a reliable tool and then the real fun began.

  Wilder had never taken so many notes in his life. He was glad for the digital transcript that he could later highlight and set aside as important pieces of data to be referred back to. He’d get Finn to put it all togethe
r, creating a usable document. Wilder couldn’t use his secretary because of the sensitivity of the information.

  Finn had tried to convince both Wilder and Ethan that they could have a virtual artificially intelligent secretary that kept virtual notes easily retrieved at any time of the day or night. He made a good pitch for using the non-human assistant but Wilder liked the human touch, more expensive and less accurate though that choice could be at times.

  Amara, bless her empathic heart, read him like a book these days and Wilder appreciated the fact that she responded so easily to his needs. She responded to everyone’s needs but tonight he was focused on his own requirements. He was tired. She rubbed his shoulders after sharing a soft kiss with him. Suddenly Wilder realized just how weary he was.

  “I’m sorry.” She rubbed his neck and shoulders a little longer before she kissed his cheek. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

  Her attempt at being firm and gruff was downright cute, but he knew he would never tell her that. Amara had been a different woman after Maya’s twins were born. It was that night that she had had a standoff of sorts with Ethan. It was the night she learned many things such as her men didn’t back down and supported each other’s decisions.

  Ethan was not the bendable man in her life and Wilder was sure she had no misunderstandings about that now. And that when all three of her men came together over her, while none of them were into sharing a bed as a group, they certainly would give her pleasure and punish her together as needed.

  Things were definitely different. She was more relaxed, more vocal, and she let her opinions flow but never cross the line of disrespect. Just where she should be. Wilder had some news he should share tonight that they would either find a solution for or throw in the towel on this whole dilemma. He looked up when Amara reentered the kitchen followed by Finn and Ethan.

  “I brought you comfy clothes, so please strip.” Amara put the clothes on the cleared dining table and stood back with her fisted hands on her waist.