by Abby Blake
She braced her hands against Derek’s hard thighs but didn’t even try to work against either of her men. In some ways she sensed that this was a test to make certain that she was willing to live this lifestyle. Considering how many mind-shattering orgasms they’d already given her, the answer to that unasked question was “hell, yeah!”
Swallowing around the thick length of Derek’s cock, Maya realized he hadn’t specifically told her not to touch him. Tentatively she moved a hand to his balls, gently rolling them inside the wrinkled sack before squeezing slightly. Derek groaned but didn’t stop her, seeming to enjoy her attentions.
And then as if by mutual agreement, both men started thrusting into her harder. Cam released her hair as Derek gripped the sides of her head and took over, holding her still as he pumped into her mouth. Her jaw ached, her lips felt swollen, and she was almost dribbling, but she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right at that moment.
The jewels swung harder, bouncing against her breasts as they pulled at her nipples. Cam pushed his fingers more firmly against her, trapping her clit between two fingers, the unyielding grip making her tremble even more violently.
“Come for us, sub,” Derek ordered. She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief that she finally had permission, that she’d accomplished what Derek had ordered, but climax shot through her, and she gasped for air, shivering, shaking, her entire world narrowing to only these two men. They continued to pump faster, thrusting into her body, using her, taking their own pleasure just as a second, more explosive climax burst and her entire body went into sensual meltdown. She felt her knees give out as Derek’s cum coated her tongue. Grateful that her men held her safe, she swallowed, savoring Derek’s salty flavor, laving his cock clean as he pulled away.
Derek held her up as Cam pulled away and headed into the bathroom.
“I love you,” she whispered to them both, too tired and too overwhelmed to fully realize it was probably too soon.
* * * *
Cam’s steps faltered as he heard her whispered declaration to Derek. Cam was pretty sure she hadn’t meant for him to overhear her words, but it should have occurred to him that Maya would love Derek. They’d known each other for a long time, even if now was their first time together.
He continued into the bathroom and closed the door, needing a few moments alone with his thoughts. He’d known Maya less than a week. She’d been the first person who’d needed him since his injury six months ago, and somehow Cam had confused that with love. It seemed almost ridiculous that he could confuse sex for something deeper, but that was exactly what he’d done.
It was quite possible that he might even have been the catalyst for getting Maya and Derek to finally see the light and realize they were perfect for each other, but that didn’t change the fact that he was the third wheel. He didn’t even have a job. Granted, he had enough money saved to support himself for several years, but bumming around while Maya and Derek fell deeper in love didn’t seem like the right thing to do.
Cam splashed cold water on his face, closing his eyes against the reflection he saw in the mirror. While he’d been a Navy SEAL, he had always refused to make a permanent connection with any woman. It wasn’t fair to ask a woman to love him when he was liable to have to up and leave at a moment’s notice, unable to tell her where he was going or when he’d be back or even if he’d be back.
Maybe his feelings for Maya were just a reaction to finally being free to make that connection with a clear conscience. Cam ran a hand down his face, nearly growling at his own sappy emotions. He hadn’t known the woman long enough to fall in love. And now that she’d confessed her feelings to Derek, Cam shouldn’t hang around longer than necessary.
As soon as the threat from the street gang was dealt with, he’d go back to his original plan and head home.
And, somehow, he’d ignore the ache in his chest that came at just the thought of leaving Maya behind.
Chapter Six
Maya somehow made it through the whole day without thinking about last night every other minute. Thanks to the demands of a busy restaurant and the million and one little things that seemed to go wrong today, Maya had almost been able to control her out-of-control libido, but as soon as Derek walked in the front door, all bets were off.
The tingling started as he moved toward her, grew to earthquake proportions as he kissed her, and threatened to explode as he escorted the last of the staff out the front door.
She waited for his instructions, wanting to throw off her clothes, cast aside Maya “the sensible business woman” and simply be Derek and Cam’s submissive, but the order didn’t come.
Derek took a seat at the table in the corner where Cam had set up his observational post. From where Cam sat he could see both the front door, the entry to the kitchen, and, through the window in the swinging kitchen door, the rear exit. She had no doubt that he would be able to reach the back door before anyone could open it and step inside. For the past week he’d spent the whole lunch and dinner shifts sitting there making her feel safer than she had in her entire life.
But right now she felt miffed.
The restaurant was closed, the shutters were down, and the staff had all gone home. From everything they’d discussed last night, now was the time that their Dom-sub roles were to become formal. Uncertain what to do, Maya stood by the counter and watched the two men talk. She wasn’t even close enough to hear what they were saying.
“Maya,” Derek called without even looking over at her, “have you decided to use your safe word?”
“N–No…I mean, No, Sir.”
“Why then are you still dressed?”
“Oh…I…um.”
“Come here, sub.”
Maya swallowed hard, her trepidation increasing when Derek instructed her to lean over the table. He pushed her lower, flattening her breasts to the hard surface, and then lifted her skirt up over her hips. She’d worn another G-string, and he smoothed his hand over her bare skin. Derek had wanted her to go without underwear, but he’d made the compromise in deference to her work in the restaurant.
The first smack was hard, very hard, and she bit her lips to stop from protesting. The second, in the same place, didn’t feel at all pleasant, but it was the third that made her cry. Ironically, she was fairly certain that they’d spanked her much harder two nights ago, but it seemed there was a very big difference between being spanked while aroused and being spanked as punishment.
Derek helped her into a standing position, brushed the tears off her wet cheeks, and then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “The moment it is just the three of us, you are to strip to your underwear and kneel at our feet unless otherwise instructed by me or Master Cameron. Is that clear, sub?”
She nodded and finally managed to push out the words “Yes, Sir” without stuttering.
“Good girl. Now I want you to go upstairs, have a shower, and kneel beside the bed until we get there.”
She considered arguing, or at least asking how long she would have to wait, but the stinging on her bottom was a rather throbbing reminder to follow his instructions precisely as he’d given them.
As she headed up the stairs she finally realized her error. She’d been waiting for Derek’s instructions even though they’d discussed in detail last night what both Derek and Cam expected from her.
She rubbed her sore bottom. No way in hell would she make that mistake again.
* * * *
“Why did she cry?” Cam had been surprised by Maya’s reaction. He’d spanked her much harder two nights ago and she’d climaxed, not cried.
“Arousal has a way of turning pain into pleasure. Maya was waiting to be told what to do—even though she knew exactly what we expected—but she wasn’t actually aroused, so the pain didn’t morph, and it was all she felt.” A grin formed on Derek’s face, and then he added, “I believe at least some of the tears were her feeling sorry for herself. I suspect she’s going to be a bratty sub, trying to top from the bottom, f
or quite some time to come.”
“Top from the bottom?” Cam had heard Logan use that term before, but previously he hadn’t really been interested enough to want to know what it meant.
“It’s a term we use to describe a sub trying to manipulate the actions of her Dom. Even the best-trained subs occasionally try to get their own way. I suppose it’s probably human nature. That’s why it’s important to correct her behavior straightaway. When a sub knows exactly what is expected of her, and what the punishment will be if she fails, she can truly relax and enjoy submitting.”
“Oh,” Cam managed to say without making a comment either way. He’d spent all day wondering what he should do now. Even as they’d been discussing last night what they expected from Maya, Cam hadn’t been certain what they expected of him. Derek talked as if they were going to be a permanent threesome, but surely he could see how strange it must be for Maya to love only one man but to continue to have sex with both.
But then again, things were different in the world of BDSM. Maybe Derek and Maya saw nothing unusual about their situation.
“Would you mind if I went out for a couple of hours?” Derek looked curious, so Cam gave him only part of the explanation. “I just want to drop by Logan’s place, say hi, maybe meet Emma and Jace.”
“Sure,” Derek said with a more relaxed smile. “It should have occurred to me that you wouldn’t leave Maya’s side unless you knew she was protected.” Derek pulled his car keys from his pocket. “Take my car. The keys to the restaurant are the two silver ones, but do me a favor and call my cell before you use them. We’ve had very little gang activity in the past few days, and it’s starting to worry me. I wouldn’t want to shoot you accidentally.”
Cam laughed, the strange feeling of camaraderie with this man throwing him farther off balance. In the SEAL teams he’d made friendships that he’d known would last a lifetime, even if they only saw each other every couple years. He’d never expected to find something similar in the world outside the teams. It was just one more problem to ponder.
He nodded his thanks, grabbed the keys, and headed for the door.
* * * *
Derek smiled as he stepped into the bedroom. Maya kept her eyes down, but it was obvious that she noticed Cam’s absence. Derek considered not explaining, but decided that the anxiety over not knowing would likely be counterproductive to his plans for tonight. There were situations where it was good to keep his sub guessing, but this wasn’t one of them.
“Master Cameron has gone to visit his friend Master Logan. He’ll be back in a few hours.” Maya seemed to sigh with relief but didn’t say a word or lift her gaze—exactly as she’d been told to do when upstairs. It wasn’t easy for a woman as independent as Maya to give up control to another, so Derek decided that such good behavior deserved a reward. “Stand up and bend over the bed. Head and shoulders flat to the mattress. Ass in the air. ”
He saw her tense up, probably wondering if she was going to get another spanking, but quickly did as he asked. He caressed her bottom, glad to see that the swats he’d given her earlier hadn’t left any marks. Even in his early training as a Dom he’d always believed that punishment should be swift and fitting but never leave lasting pain. Of course, his only exception to that rule was the one about safe words, and thankfully he’d only been forced to follow through on that once.
One of the subs he’d been training at Viper’s Dungeon had often seemed to endure more than she’d been able to handle. He’d worried for her safety and between him and Viper had basically set a trap to force her into using her safe word. But despite the fact that he, with Viper’s discreet supervision, deliberately tightened the cuffs on her hands to the point of danger she’d failed to use her safe word.
Derek had called a halt to the scene, loosened the cuffs, and then tied her to the whipping post in the middle of the room. All of the Doms had gathered with their subs, and everyone in Viper’s Dungeon had learned what happens to a sub who refused to use her safe word when it was needed. It was not an experience that Derek ever wanted to repeat, no matter how necessary it had been to ensure the woman’s safety.
He rubbed his hands over Maya’s ass, enjoying just touching the woman he loved. He’d been tempted to say it back to her last night—“I love you”—but had realized that Cam wasn’t quite ready to admit it to her also. It was understandable that it would take time for the ex-SEAL to feel confident in his feelings, especially with the recent upheavals in his life, so Derek had stayed silent and simply crawled into bed beside the woman he loved and talked and held her through the rest of the night. Cam had slid onto the other side of the bed while they talked, but once Maya had fallen asleep had seemed restless.
At first, Derek had been worried Cam regretted what the three of them had done—the BDSM lifestyle simply wasn’t for everyone—but it may have been related to the fact that he’d basically been on guard duty since he’d met Maya. He hoped that visiting Logan would help Cam sort out whatever was going on in his head.
But right now Derek had a beautiful sub to reward.
“Widen your stance, and then use your hands to open your cheeks. I want to see your pretty asshole.”
Maya gasped, shuffling awkwardly as she decided whether to follow his instructions or not. He waited, watching her closely for signs of distress. He knew she’d never had a man in her ass before, and he fully intended to be her first, but he wasn’t going to push this issue tonight if she truly wasn’t ready. He had a ridiculous urge to pump his fist in the air when Maya placed her on hands on either butt cheek and pulled them apart. Her back hole pulsed a couple of times, her arousal obviously increasing as he moved closer.
He could smell the clean scent of her shower gel still clinging to her skin as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to each ass cheek. She shivered under his touch, the sight so erotic that he had to swallow down the urge to slam into her pussy hard and fast and fuck her until she was writhing in ecstasy.
He slid his hand underneath her, unerringly finding her swollen clit. “Don’t come, sub.” Her pearl was hard and slippery with her arousal, and she shuddered as he slid a finger either side, rubbing and squeezing until he felt every muscle in her body pull taut.
She whimpered as he pulled away, panting as she tried to come down from the precipice of orgasm. When he was sure she had herself back under control he did it again, caressing the swollen nub until she got so close to orgasm he wondered if she might decide to dive over and take her punishment later.
But she pleased him greatly when she panted, gasping for air, but managed to hold on to her control. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward slightly, lifting her knees onto the bed so that she wouldn’t collapse. He knelt at the edge of the bed, and then pressed his mouth to her pussy. Instinctively she pushed back, and he slapped her thigh hard, much harder than the three swats he’d given her earlier. She moaned with her arousal this time, but stopped pushing back and relaxed once more.
He thrust his tongue into her pussy, holding her trapped against him as he sipped her nectar and then lovingly suckled her slippery flesh. He nibbled her labia with his lips, scraping his teeth gently over her swollen flesh.
Replacing his tongue with his fingers, Derek moved his mouth higher, licking a path up her separated cheeks until he was flicking lightly against her puckered hole. She jolted, shaking all over, and he knew this time she wouldn’t be able to hold on. He had every intention of having at least two fingers buried in her ass as she climaxed this time.
He licked over the supersensitive skin once more, possessive emotions wrapping around his heart as he removed his fingers from her pussy and pushed the slippery digits against her asshole. She squirmed, moaning, whimpering as he used his other hand to grab hold of her clit once more.
“Come for me, sub.”
Maya screamed, her orgasm breaking over her the moment the words left his mouth. Her pussy and ass pulsed in counterpoint, the latter opening for him, hugging h
is fingers tight as he pressed them into her back passage. She shook all over, a small keening cry escaping her lips as her orgasm went on and on and on.
Finally she settled, her body seeming almost boneless as she relaxed against the mattress and tried to catch her breath. But then she jolted, almost as if she just noticed the fingers in her ass. Derek lifted a hand to her lower back, pressing down firmly, holding her in place. “Be still, sub.”
Maya stopped moving, but her ass clamped down on his fingers, and she couldn’t quite mask the whimper of fear. “Are you using your safe word, Maya?”
“Y–Yellow,” she said quietly.
“Good girl, Maya. Why are you frightened?” He left his fingers in her ass, but stopped moving them. If she’d said “red” he would have reacted more decisively, but with her “yellow” safe word he waited for an explanation.
“I–I don’t…I don’t like serious pain.”
“I know, Maya. The only time I would ever deliver such a punishment is if you didn’t use your safe word. You just proved to me that you are willing to use it when you are feeling overwhelmed, so I don’t think you’ll ever attract that sort of punishment.”
“But…” She hesitated and clenched her ass muscles, and he realized what she was referring to.
“You think anal sex is going to hurt?”
* * * *
“It doesn’t?”
“No, sweet Maya, it doesn’t hurt if you’re properly prepared.” He scissored his fingers in her ass, and she couldn’t help the low groan that escaped her. She saw him reach for the lube on the bedside table, heard the cap flip open, and jolted as the cool gel drizzled onto her skin. She shivered with increasing arousal as he worked the lube into her back passage. “Push out, sub. Push against my fingers.”
She did as he asked, surprised to realize she’d been instinctively sucking the muscles in despite her wish to force his fingers out of her ass. How very strange.