by M. S. Parker
She crawled across the bed, ignoring her still-panting friend. She reached down and pulled off the condom, tossing it into the nearby trash. She stretched out so that her head was in my lap and her tongue darted out, licking my sensitive shaft. I sucked in a breath. It was too soon after climax and the stimulation bordered on painful.
“If I'm naughty,” she said, wiggling her ass. “I may need to be spanked.” She licked me again.
I brought my hand down on her ass with a stinging slap. She moaned and moved her head lower, using one hand to cup my balls even as she licked them. I swore and smacked her ass again. My stomach clenched as Misty took my entire cock into her mouth. Blood rushed south, stiffening me again, but so fast it hurt. I grabbed her hair and lifted her off of me.
“My master may need to tie me up to make me behave.” She grinned at me.
“So you're the saucy one.” I tweaked one of her nipples and she yelped. I didn't mind a Sub who told me what she wanted. Sometimes, it was more freeing that way. I was in charge, but didn't have to worry about what to do. “And what should I do after I tie you up?”
“Whatever you want to do, Master.”
“Sir.” I slapped her ass hard enough to make my hand sting. “Not Master.”
“Yes, Sir.” There was a sing-song note to her voice.
Kristy finally regained enough strength to get up and crawl over to the spot Misty had vacated. She rolled onto her side, pulled the blankets over her and settled in to watch what came next.
I turned my attention back to the woman on my lap as Misty kissed her way up my chest, licking and sucking on my nipple. I buried my hand in her thick hair, giving myself a moment to enjoy the sensations of her teeth and tongue before pulling her off.
“Is there something in that bag of yours you want me to use?” I asked. “Handcuffs?”
She shook her head as best she could with the grip I had on her hair. I leaned down and picked up the bag, handing it to her. She reached in and pulled out a rope. An actual rope. She handed it to me.
“Tie me up, Sir. Please. Tie me up tight.” She batted her lashes at me. “I'll be a very bad girl if you don't.”
“Really?” My cock was definitely making a return. I'd learned all kinds of interesting ways to tie up a Sub and the thought of seeing Misty trussed up in any of those ways was turning me on. “Once I tie you up, what should I do with you?”
“Fuck me harder than you fucked Kristy.” She reached behind her and picked up the dildo she'd been using earlier. “And fuck my ass with this.”
I smacked her ass and she cried out. “Are you telling me what to do?”
“No, Sir.” She shook her head. “Never, Sir.”
“So what should I do with you after I tie you up?” I repeated the question.
“Use me however you want, Sir. Any way that pleases you.”
I got up and went to work with the rope. I tied her tightly, but used the kinds of knots that were easy to pull out of. Nothing spoiled the moment more than having to take the time after good sex to have to untie difficult knots. As I worked, I made sure to play with her nipples and tease her clit so that, by the time I was done, she was moaning and begging me to fuck her.
I'd left her on her knees, her arms bound behind her so that I could use them for leverage, but her chest pressed down so her ass was in the air. I picked up a condom and put it on. She'd done all the foreplay needed to keep her pussy loose and I could see now that her asshole glistened with what I assumed was lube.
“Did you prep your ass?” I asked her as I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit.
“Yes, Sir,” Misty said, pushing back against me.
I smacked her ass. It was turning a nice shade of red. “I decide when I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” She stopped moving.
I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. I went in much easier than I had with Kristy. As I thrust into Misty, I adjusted my grip, moving one hand to her bound wrists and the other so that I could work my thumb into her ass. It slipped in with little resistance and she moaned.
“More,” she begged. “I need more.”
I removed my thumb and smacked her ass cheek. She whimpered, her fingers flexing. I thought I knew what she wanted, but I needed to be sure. I didn't want to hurt her for real. I only liked inflicting pain if it gave pleasure. I wasn't a true sadist.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass now? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“You want me to shove this in your ass while I'm fucking you?” I picked up the toy.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” Her skin was flushed.
I reached into the bag and felt around, quickly locating the lube I'd known would be there. I slicked the dildo quickly and then pressed the tip against her asshole. She moaned as I pushed the toy, inch by inch, inside. My cock was only partially inside, but I could feel her muscles spasming around the intrusion. She panted and moaned, but they were all sounds of pleasure so I kept going until the entire thing was buried in her ass.
I gave her a moment before I pulled it out and pushed it back in again. She cried out as I fucked her with the toy, each stroke rubbing against my cock through the thin skin between us and pushing me toward my own climax.
“Ready for the real fun?” I wrapped my hand around the rope between her wrists and held her as I shoved the dildo all the way inside. I held it in place and snapped my hips forward, driving myself as deep into her pussy as I could.
She wailed, her body convulsing around my cock. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting for control. She was so fucking tight like this and her muscles were squeezing me even tighter. I had to stop for nearly a full minute before I could start moving again… fast, hard thrusts that made her scream my name every time. In the back of my head, I knew my sister would tease me about this for years, but I didn't care. I just needed to finish. I shifted my weight and began to drive her into the mattress, banging the headboard against the wall.
“Come,” I growled the command. “Come!”
Her entire body tensed, every muscle tightening until it hurt. The pain drove me over the edge and I exploded. White hot pleasure poured through me, making me forget everything for several seconds of blissful ignorance. Dimly, I heard Misty swearing and then her body went limp under mine.
I pulled out and saw her twitch, as if she'd come again. I rolled off to the side, letting my pulse slow and my breathing relax. There was a creaking sound and I looked over to see Kristy pulling at the knots that held her friend. I pushed myself up and gently pulled the toy out of Misty's ass. She shuddered, but the look she gave me was pure lust. When she was finally untied, the girls stretched out on my bed and looked up at me expectantly.
I pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. I wasn't sure where things were going to go from here. Did I just send them back to their room? Their toys were laying around and I knew they had to be tired.
“That was amazing, Rylan,” Kristy said. “I haven't had someone dominate me like that in a long time.”
I nodded. “It was great.”
Misty stretched and smiled up at me, a definite cat-ate-the-canary grin. “Did we wear you out?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“The best thing about fucking best friends,” Misty said. “Is that there's always one ready to go.” She looked at my cock. “You think you have a couple more rounds in you, or are you done for the night?”
“There you go again,” I said. “Questioning my stamina.” I grinned. I really did owe Suzette one.
Chapter 7
When I finally slept, it was solid and straight through. The girls had gone back to their room sometime in the early morning hours, both seeming like they still had energy to spare. As for me, I was exhausted. True to their word, the girls had worn me out. I'd come twice more – which I'd never done before – and I'd lost count of the number of time they'd orgasmed. There had been more toys in their bag and we'd used every one of them. When I climbed out of bed the next morning, I wa
s actually sore and I knew not all of it was from skiing.
No one said anything to me as we packed up and got ready to head back home, but from the looks I got, everyone had definitely gotten an earful. Since no one acted annoyed, I didn't offer an apology. The only thing I'd been worried about was how the girls would behave, but they were just as cool about everything as Denise. I didn't know what kind of arrangements those three had, but I wasn't going to argue with it.
The only thing I was taking home with me was my dirty clothes, so I was ready to go before anyone else. As I put the basket in the back of my car, the twins and Denise came up to me.
“We just wanted to let you know that the three of us really enjoyed this weekend.” Denise smiled at me, her eyes dancing.
“And if you're ever in the mood for another go, just look us up,” Kristy said.
“A long weekend works too,” Misty said. She winked at me. “Have a safe trip back and maybe we'll be seeing you around.”
The trio walked off as Suzette approached. Judging by the gleam in her eyes, I was about to get an 'I told you so’.
“So...” She grinned at me. “Feeling better after your weekend away?”
I crossed my arms. “You know, little sister, you could always be the bigger person and not rub it in that you were right.”
“I could,” she admitted. “But it wouldn't be as much fun.”
I sighed. “All right, I'll say it then. You were right. I needed some time to... get my mind off of things.”
“And now?”
“Now?” I paused, thinking about everything that had happened over the past few days. “Now, I think I'm done with relationships.”
“What?” She looked surprised.
“Hooking up with those girls this weekend, seeing how easy it was for us to go our separate ways, it made me think that trying to find someone is pointless.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I'm not going to go all forever bachelor or anything like that. I still want a family, eventually, and I'm still going to be open to falling in love, but I'm through with the whole dating scene. I'm just going to end up getting hurt, and until I find a woman who's worth that risk, I'm done.”
Her face was blank as she gave me a hug and watched me get in the car. I wondered what she was thinking, but I wasn't going to ask. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear her thoughts. What I was ready to do was move on with my life. The first step was to get out of the apartment I'd shared with Lara. I didn't need to be with her to buy the house I loved. It had plenty of room for me to play until I found someone worth sharing my life with.
If I ever found her.
The End –
The Pleasures series continues in Dark Pleasures, the next book in this box set.
Dark Pleasures
Pleasure Series Book 2
By M.S. Parker
Chapter 1
The hard shaft in my mouth pulsed and throbbed as I increased suction. The hand on my head was gentle, not pushing or forcing me to take him deeper, but I felt his strong fingers flexing against my scalp and knew he was restraining himself.
My stomach tightened at the thought of restraints, but not in the panic-filled way it once had.
“Jenna, love.” The man beneath me moaned as his hips jerked. “I'm close.”
I dropped lower, allowing more of him to slide across my tongue and into my throat as I took inch by impressive inch. My hand cupped his balls, feeling them tighten as he moaned and became unraveled beneath me. He called out my name as his cum flooded my mouth. I milked him of every last drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his velvet skin. The muscles in his flat stomach twitched under my palm as he slipped from between my lips.
“That was amazing,” he breathed. He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at me.
I licked my lips and rolled onto my side, giving myself room to admire the beauty that was Rylan Archer. His dark brown hair was tousled in that messy, sexy way that made my insides heat up even more than they already were. His blue-violet eyes had darkened to near purple and were staring at me with an intensity that made me flush. Those broad shoulders and firm, muscled chest. Flat abs and a narrow waist. The v-grooves that I'd just spent time licking as I made my way down to his cock. His body was amazing, but it paled in comparison to who he actually was. That, I was still trying to wrap my head around.
We'd spent the past two days together, rarely leaving the bedroom. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. We'd spent the first night in his bedroom, then alternated our time between his playroom and the kitchen, though only some of our time in the latter was spent eating. I'd never be able to walk into that particular room and not think about how Rylan had laid me down on the table and fucked me until I'd come hard enough to see stars, or put me on the counter and gone down on me for twenty minutes. Now, it was Sunday night and I was having to face the fact that we would have to go back to reality in the morning.
“You're really testing my stamina this weekend.” Rylan smiled down at me. A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. “I'm going to need some recovery time.”
Pleasurable things squirmed in my stomach at that look. I'd always been the kind of person who'd enjoyed sex a bit rougher than a lot of people liked, but I'd always been the one in control. Rylan was the first person I'd ever trusted to dominate me.
I got up on my knees, loving the way his gaze was drawn to my body, but always returned to meet my eyes. I'd never considered myself self-conscious about my body, but after experiencing the way Rylan worshipped it, I didn't know how I'd ever accepted anything less. I knew most men liked the way I was built. Average height, athletic build with breasts just a bit above average size. Decently long legs for my height. Some guys liked the multiple piercings in my ears, the eyebrow ring and the bellybutton piercing. More liked my multiple tattoos, even if they didn't understand the meaning. None of them liked my scars, but they were usually too concerned with getting off to worry about them. Rylan didn't like the scars, but that was because he knew the truth behind them, the pain that had caused them. He didn't hide from them though.
My heart constricted with the strength of the emotion I had for this man. I'd never let anyone close to me, never loved anyone, until him.
He reached out and ran his fingers through my bright blue hair. I loved that he never asked me to change it, to try to look like the kind of woman people expected a rich, powerful man like him to be with. After everything that had happened last week, he understood why I dyed my hair and he accepted it, along with everything else about me.
“I want to do something.” His voice was quiet, but I heard the undercurrent of authority that he always took on when he wanted to be Dominant with a capital “D.” Not just in charge, but into the bdsm world he'd slowly introduced me to.
“Okay.” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Just two days ago, I'd told Rylan that I trusted him and that I loved him. And I did. No matter what he said now, he would never pressure me to do anything that made me uncomfortable.
“I want to restrain you again.”
I felt the ghost of his hands on my wrists. I hadn't just let him hold my wrists down. I'd asked him to. An exercise of trust, I'd thought at the time. I'd never anticipated how much I'd actually enjoy it.
“But I want to tie your hands this time.” He cupped my chin, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Will you let me do that?”
Memories tried to push forward, to make me panic, but I met his eyes and let the warmth and safety he provided chase the darkness away. “I will.”
“You remember your safe words?” he asked, his expression serious.
Yet another reason I loved him. No matter how much he wanted something or how turned on he was, he always made sure I was okay and prepared. He'd been that way even before he'd learned what had happened to me. He'd explained that being a Dom meant caring for his partner and he'd certainly proven that to be the case.
“I do,” I said. I leaned forward so that my breast brushed against his arm. My nip
ples were already hard and aching. Every inch of me was sensitive after so much attention, but each touch was nothing but pure pleasure.
“Lie back on the bed.” He stood and went to one of his many chests of drawers.
By the time I finished stretching out, he was back with two strips of cloth. He picked up my left arm and held my wrist in his hands.
“I'm going to keep this very loose,” he said. “It'll be easy for you to slip out of. I want you to hold on to it, but if you need to get loose, all you have to do is let go and pull your hand right out.”
He proceeded to loop the cloth around my wrist, leaving plenty of room for me to free myself. The other end, he tied more tightly to the bedpost. He positioned my hand so that my fingers were wrapped around the soft material.
“You can pull and it won't come untied,” he said. “Let go, and you're free.” His eyes met mine. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. I understood what he'd done and knew that this was more the illusion of restraint rather than the actual thing. I trusted him not to hurt me, but my body and mind still had those triggers that I couldn't always control. I took slow, steady breaths as he repeated the same procedure on my right hand, moving with deliberate care and giving me plenty of time to use the safe words we'd established to let him know to slow down or stop. When he finished, he looked down at me again. I gave him a small smile. I was nervous as hell, but it was as much anticipation as anything else.
He climbed back onto the bed and settled on his knees between my legs. His fingers moved over my thighs, barely touching my skin.
“I'm going to do something I mentioned once before.” His hands slid around to the insides of my thighs. “I'm going to use my fingers and mouth on you.” His index finger ghosted over my slit and I shivered in response. “But I'm not going to let you come, not until I'm buried deep inside you.” He smiled at me. “And since you were kind enough to take care of me just a couple minutes ago, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to wait a while.”
