by Poppy Flynn
Ezra propelled them both to the surface, and they spluttered and laughed together as they caught their breath.
“I think we to need to finish this on dry land,” Ezra chuckled as he towed her towards the shoreline.
They climbed out of the pool and flopped onto the towels. But the intensity of the moment had passed, and Ellie felt suddenly subconscious. She tried to cover up, but Ezra was having none of that.
“Don’t.” He pulled her hands from where she was shielding herself, lay down on the towel and pulled her against him. She shivered against the chill of the water drying on her skin, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
His lips found hers again and his hands smoothed across her skin, stroking away the water droplets so that the heavy night air could warm her. It wasn’t quite dark and a fat, yellow moon had started to rise above the distant hills. Desire warmed her far quicker, sparking in her veins and heating her from the inside out.
He left her lips bereft and trailed his kisses down her throat and along her collarbone. Ellie arched into him, and Ezra was quick to take advantage of what she was offering. His lips closed around her beaded nipple and he pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard and then grazing it with his teeth until she was frantic underneath him. He offered the same attention to its twin and Ellie felt as if there was some invisible chord that directly attached to her girlie bits, because with every suck and nip she felt a corresponding clench down there.
He took his attentions lower, peppering her skin with open-mouthed kisses and little nibbles. His tongue circled and dipped into her belly button, lapping up the last remaining water droplets that clung to her skin, and he placed open-mouthed kisses across her midriff and hip bones. His fingers skated over her skin along with his mouth, and the dual sensations were driving her insane… right until he reached the apex of her thighs.
Ezra gently pushed her lags apart and made room for himself, but as much as the first swipe of his tongue down her denuded folds had her bucking beneath his touch, she couldn’t shake the rush of guilt that obliterated the need she had been feeling just seconds before.
He obviously felt her stiffen, because he raised his head, cocking it to one side as he asked, “What’s the matter baby? Too fast for you?”
Ellie took a couple of steadying breaths to get her head together. Her pussy still pulsed, and she was sure he must be able to smell her arousal, so there was no playing coy in that respect.
“No… I mean yes, but…” She huffed out audibly. “It’s not that exactly.”
“What is it then?” he asked easily, and Ellie relaxed slightly since he appeared to be neither irritated nor upset that she had more or less cock-blocked him.
“It just kinda feels wrong… like I’m cheating on the others. I know you all agreed you were going to, umm, you know…” she trailed off, unable to put their wooing of her into words without it sounding awful, but luckily he seemed to understand. Well, she hoped that was what his nod meant.
“What I’m trying to say is that I didn’t make a choice yet, so sex - actual intercourse - seems like, I don’t know, one step too far, I guess.” She flung her arm across her eyes and made a growling noise. “Urgh! Am I making any sense at all?”
Ezra leaned up on his elbows and pulled her arm away from her face. She gave a silent sigh of relief to see that playful grin of his beaming at her.
“Actually, you made perfect sense, and you know what? I admire that about you,” he admitted seriously. “Oh, I’m not saying that I would have thought any less of you if you had sex with all three of us before you made your mind up, but the fact that you’re not prepared to go that far makes me appreciate your moral values and I totally respect them.”
He placed a chaste kiss on her belly, and she was struck by how sweet he was; how much like Syrus. Then he blew a noisy raspberry in the same place, and it reminded her who he really was.
As her laughter subsided and the heaviness of the interlude lightened, Ezra gave her a wicked wink.
“So, apart from intercourse being off the table, how about you just let me make you feel good?”
She wasn’t sure it was really a question, since he shimmied back down her body without waiting for an answer. A second later, his mouth was on her once again. His tongue dancing against her most sensitive flesh and any kind of argument that she might have voiced was quickly forgotten.
He played her body like it was some kind of instrument, drawing uninhibited cries from her as he teased and tantalized. He brought her almost to the peak and then backed off until she was babbling and begging, until with a deliberate and skilled suckle on her clit, he finally had her going off like a cork shooting out of a shaken bottle of champagne.
As she panted and sucked in desperate breaths, her chest heaving, he scooted up beside her in the moonlight, enveloped her in his strong, warm arms, and started pointing out the constellations of the stars as if he didn’t have a raging hard on which had seen no action.
And that alone endeared him to her all the more.
Chapter Fifteen
They were late back, of course, and to compound Ellie’s guilt at not making an evening meal for Cody and Syrus the day before, she rose late the following morning too.
“Oh boy! Maybe I need to get myself an alarm clock after all,” she mumbled to herself as she tumbled out of bed in her haste to get up and get breakfast prepared. She didn’t know what the time actually was, but she could tell by the sun that it was way later than she normally got up.
She skipped her shower so that she could hurry downstairs and came to a standstill in the kitchen doorway when she found Cody standing there sliding fried eggs onto a plate while Syrus poured steaming mugs of coffee and Ezra slathered butter on thick slices of toast.
He looked up and gave her a wicked wink, like they were sharing a secret, and Ellie felt herself coloring as images of the evening before immediately floated through her mind. Her cheeks burned even hotter when Cody caught the exchange and glanced speculatively between the two of them.
“Come and sit down and have some breakfast,” he said in a deceptively mild tone that immediately had her on edge.
“But I should be doing this,” she argued.
“Nonsense. It’s done now, so eat while it’s hot.”
Ellie did as she was told. His decisive tone sending a shiver down her spine.
“Did you enjoy your day out yesterday?” he enquired benignly, with the raise of one eyebrow. Much too politely, she thought as she waited for the other shoe to drop. It almost felt like there was a whole other sub context which she wasn’t quite switched onto, but it made her belly quiver, nonetheless.
“Yes, thank you,” she replied with equal courtesy. “It was the most fun I’ve had in forever.” She threw a warm smile at Ezra who was watching the drollery with unabashed interest, his gaze flicking from one to the other like he was watching a game of ping-pong.
“I’m glad to hear it.” Cody flicked her a look and she couldn’t help noticing the wicked twinkle that came into his eyes. “Perhaps you could come and… discuss something in my office after breakfast.” It was said casually, but Ellie just stopped and stared at him with a forkful of eggs halfway to her mouth as that other shoe finally hit the floor. All she could do was nod while the bottom fell out of her stomach.
Throughout breakfast cleanup, Ellie tried not to think about the implications of Cody’s words. Was he mad? Was he teasing? He wasn’t really a teasing kind of person. Did he just feel like it was his turn to spend some time with her?
She tried not to loiter, as she gave the kitchen table one more wipe over than it needed, but looking around, she realized that there was no putting off the inevitable any longer.
She faltered at the doorway when she finally got to the study. Did she knock or just walk straight in? Jeez, why was she second guessing herself suddenly? Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and compromised, giving two sharp knocks before she opened the door.
Cody was sitting at his desk, much like he had been the last time he’d called her in here. And his shirt sleeves were rolled up… just like they’d been the last time. Had they been like that at breakfast?
Ellie swallowed. Her heart was fluttering madly in her chest and once again she wasn’t sure if it was from anticipation or trepidation.
“Close the door and sit down, Ellie.” Cody gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk and her mind registered the disappointment as it rushed through her. Well, that answered that question then.
Cody raised a single, sardonic eyebrow as she sat down. Oh boy! Had it shown on her face?
She closed her eyes briefly and composed herself, trying her very best to meet him with a neutral expression.
He contemplated her for long moments, which didn’t help her composure at all.
“I’m sure you remember I told you I would probably find reasons to spank you,” Cody began, looking for all the world like he was just talking about the weather, while Ellie did her best to stop her jaw from dropping.
“I’m sure you also remember that I also said the next spanking would be on your bare bottom.”
She just sat there and stared at him.
“Ellie?”
Good grief! He wanted an answer, too?
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, just a dry rasp. Too bad her girlie bits weren’t having the same problem. Her panties were soaked!
Clearing her throat, she tried again.
“Yes.” This time it was a whisper, but that was an improvement at least.
He just nodded. “Strip, Ellie.”
She looked at him with startled eyes for long moments while a whole-body shiver rolled slowly through her, starting at her nape and threading its way to her ankles, leaving a tell-tale tingle in its wake. Was this really happening?
Cody pinned her with ‘the look’ again as she stood there like a deer in the headlights.
“We can call this off right now and put an end to it all, if that’s what you want,” he said softly, never looking away.
Ellie stared at him. It wasn’t exactly an ultimatum, but she got the distinct impression that if she made that choice, it would put an end to their relationship, such as it was. Was that what she wanted?
It would certainly serve to cut the decisions she had to make by a third, so that she’d only need to choose between Syrus and Ezra.
But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.
She wanted to feel his hands on her again, she realized. She wanted to experience his dominance and his punishment. Or, more likely, his ‘funishment’. What did that mean exactly?
She blinked and jolted out of her preoccupation. It meant she was going to get naked for him, right here, right now, just like he asked.
Ellie tried not to feel self-conscious as she undressed. It was different, somehow, from being naked with Ezra.
That very thought brought hot color to her cheeks, as she struggled knowing that this would mean she’d been completely nude in front of two different men in the same number of days.
Don’t say it Gran! she warned her sub-conscious, before it even went there. The last thing she needed right now was a lecture on her sins!
She tried not to think about how graceless and ungainly she felt. Doing a striptease was not one of her strong points. The episode at the strip club had shown her that, if nothing else. And yet here she was with an audience of one, whose eyes were devouring her every move, and she was certain Cody didn’t miss a single thing.
She folded each item of clothing she removed and placed it on the chair she had vacated. When she finally shimmied out of yet another pair of sensible cotton undies and briefly wondered why she owned nothing more alluring, she was cursing the fact that she’d put the pile where it was, because now she couldn’t sit down and shield herself, at least partially, behind his big desk.
Instead, she dipped her head and kept her eyes fixed on the floor; her hands clasped together in front of her. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl, summoned to the headmasters office and about to get the cane.
She heard the distinctive squeak of the chair as Cody rose and watched as his feet came into view. She tried her best not to tremble too obviously.
A gasp was torn from her throat as he wound her braid around his wrist, then yanked on it to make her face him. There was no time to assimilate; his mouth plundered her conveniently parted lips and his tongue plunged inside, domineering and demanding.
Ellie was whisked away on a tidal wave of submission. She didn’t want to admit just how good it felt to let someone else take control. It seemed somehow at odds with the liberties her gender had fought for, but the simple truth was that she loved this aspect of Cody’s personality. It turned her on like nothing else.
He kissed her breathless and Ellie felt like she was just being dragged along for the ride. She uttered an inadvertent mewl of disappointment when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, but she didn’t have long to think about it. A second later she found herself bent over his desk; her legs kicked apart, so that everything was on display. She didn’t have time to worry about that either as the first volley of smacks heated her buttocks, taking her completely by surprise; startling her, even though she had been expecting it to happen. It seemed Cody liked nothing better than to keep her off balance.
He warmed every inch of her backside to a chorus of her own shocked cries. She reached down instinctively to ward off the slaps, but Cody easily caught hold of her wrist and pinned it at the small of her back while he continued, without even breaking his rhythm. She tried not to think about how his assertive show of dominance had her pussy weeping even more, despite the pain; or maybe even because of it. Then just as tears started to sting behind her eyes, he stopped and started the stroking which caused the magic to happen.
Ellie squeezed her eyes tight shut and bit her lip as copious amounts of tell-tale wetness bloomed between her thighs.
Cody aimed the next few spanks directly between her legs and what had started as a delicious heat turned into a full-blown inferno. The tone of the cries that were wrenched from her lips changed so much that even she could hear the difference. She sounded desperate and needy now, even to her own ears, and she gradually became aware that she was mumbling broken expletives and pleas. Not only that, but she was arching her back and straining towards him for more.
Another volley of spanking against her sensitive labia lips and Ellie was almost overwrought with the frenzy that gripped her body.
That’s when Cody started with the questions. It was a completely unfair advantage, she would think later, when her cognitive powers returned, but at that moment she was defenseless.
“Have you enjoyed your interludes with my brothers, Ellie?”
She sucked in huge draughts of air, trying to convince her muddled brain to concentrate.
“What?”
“You heard.”
She might have been embarrassed by the needy whine that rent the air, but that would have required her to be far more lucid than she was.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Do you have a preference?”
“What?”
A high-pitched squeal followed the harsh slap. “You’re repeating yourself. Answer the question.”
“No!” she exclaimed.
“No, you won’t answer the question, or no you don’t have a preference?”
The words were whispered close to her ear.
“N-no preference,” she stammered.
“Have you gotten naked with either of them?”
“Wh…”
Another slap.
“Do not say ‘what’ again,” he warned.
Ellie did her best to concentrate while her heart hammered and her pussy leaked. Why the hell did this turn her on so much?
“Yes! I mean no! I mean…”
He massaged each buttock harshly, digging his fingers into her flesh and reigniting the pain. Ellie whimpered
and bucked. If he’d just move his fingers lower…
“You don’t sound too sure. Let me simplify the question. Have you had actual intercourse with either of them?”
Ellie’s head was whirling. Things had gotten pretty heavy with Ezra. They might not have gone all the way, but really what Cody was asking depended very much on his definition of ‘sex’.
“Define…” She panted and had to scramble to think properly. “Define sex,” she whispered, wondering if he could see just how red her face was from having to pose that question.
Cody raised one eyebrow and looked at her consideringly.
“Intercourse.”
“No!” The answer was immediate and succinct.
There was a pause and his touch gentled and soothed. Ellie whimpered and wiggled some more, trying her best to get him to move his fingers where she so desperately wanted them.
“Why not?” There might have been curiosity in his voice now, if she could concentrate hard enough to listen, but there was no chance of that right now, so the idea was no more than a fleeting thought fluttering through her unconscious mind on ephemeral wings.
“Because…” her voice broke, and she swallowed around the dryness her screaming had caused. “Because it didn’t seem right.”
“That’s my good girl.” He breathed it so quietly she wasn’t sure she’d actually heard it. Maybe it had just been her imagination. Except she wanted to be his good girl, she realized vaguely.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said in her mind.
“Oh, my sweet, perfect girl.”
Didn’t she?
Ellie didn’t have time to wonder if she’d actually said it out loud, because Cody plunged his fingers into her wet heat and fucked her furiously with them. There was no chance to assimilate, a couple of harsh pumps; a targeted slap to her clitoris and Ellie erupted with a climax so profound that everything went blank.
When she came back to herself, she was wrapped up in a blanket and Cody had her snuggled on his knee. She didn’t think she’d blacked out; it was just that the pleasure had just washed everything from her mind.
