Up In Knots

by Gillian Archer

  She turned to Grayden and found an equally stern expression on his face.

  She had a decision to make and not a whole lot of time to consider her options, judging by their faces. Biting her lip, she slowly made her way up the stairs. By route, she turned and started walking toward Sawyer’s room but stopped when he spoke.

  “Not in there. This way.”

  Confused, Kyla watched Sawyer take the lead and open a door on the other side of the hall. She wondered if he didn’t want to share his dungeon and preferred to keep it to himself. Although given what she thought was going to happen, Sawyer didn’t have a problem sharing.

  She stepped through the doorway and instead of another hedonistic pleasure palace, an everyday home office lay before them. On one side a desk, rolling chair and laptop, and on the other two arm chairs. She stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. In all their time together, Sawyer had never been so unpredictable. Should she sit? Should she stand? She decided to stay where she was until Sawyer gave her some clue as to the scene they were doing.

  Sawyer crossed in front of her, followed by Grayden, and they took the two arm chairs facing her. Still not sure what she should do, Kyla stood frozen in place.

  “Strip.”

  Sawyer’s bark had her fingers flying before she registered what he wanted. She took his phone out from her rope panties and left it on top of the desk. Twisting her arms to her back, she tried to reach the ends to the rope framing but not covering her breasts.

  “No, leave it,” Grayden said. “I like the way it outlines her gorgeous breasts.”

  Sawyer sighed heavily. “Fine. Leave the top. Take off the rest.”

  Not accustomed to hearing herself discussed as though she wasn’t even there, Kyla felt her cheeks heat. But still she abandoned her initial attempt and began to work on the rope twining around her bottom. After a few moments, her fingers began to ache, almost as much as her poor neglected clit. The rope was stiff, and whatever tricky little knot Sawyer had tied was stubborn. She couldn’t get it. Her throat grew thick with unshed tears as her frustration grew. She knew without looking that Sawyer wasn’t happy. She could practically feel the disappointment vibrating from his corner of the room.

  With a frustrated whine, she shook out her hands. Anger, tension, confusion and a not-so-small amount of arousal had become a fireball of emotions twisting her up until she couldn’t complete the simplest task. Every small movement rubbed the rope against her aching clit and slick folds until she couldn’t think straight.

  “Come here, girl.”

  She looked up at Grayden’s command. With a snap of his fingers, he gestured her over.

  Not wanting to offend and in deference to her aching pussy, she slowly walked over. Every movement reminded her of her aroused state. It was the most erotic and aggravating torture. Once she stood in front of him, he waved his hand, indicating he wanted her to turn around. Biting her lip, she slowly moved in a circle. When he didn’t indicate for her to stop, she continued around.

  “She’s an obedient little package,” Grayden murmured.

  “Mmmm,” Sawyer mumbled in agreement.

  She couldn’t tell from the sound whether his mood had improved any and honestly she was too scared to see for herself.

  She jumped at the feeling of Grayden’s fingers at her hips and stopped midpirouette. Unlike her, he made quick work of the knot and the ropes grew slack at her hips.

  “Ah, here’s your problem.” Grayden crouched in front of her, looking at her most intimate bits, and yet he sounded for all the world like a knowledgeable mechanic. “She’s creamed all over your crotch rope.”

  Her body flushed with her embarrassment. Never mind the fact that she was naked. But somehow, none of that was telegraphed to her pussy. Her kegels quivered as the back of Grayden’s hand brushed her labia while he caressed the loose rope still between her thighs.

  Sawyer tsked. “And here I warned her, no coming before the party.”

  Since when? She didn’t remember that conversation. But she knew better than to correct her dom. Even when he was really wrong. Of course, he wasn’t her dom. Her heart stuttered at the thought. He was, for all intents and purposes, giving her to another man. Of course he wasn’t her dom. Had he ever been? She barely resisted the urge to curl her lip and tried for a sufficiently meek expression.

  “Looks like someone disagrees with you, Sawyer. I can’t believe you’d let her get away with such blatant disrespect. I thought you trained your girls better than that.”

  Biting her lip, she stared hard at her toes, unsure how she felt about Grayden’s comment. Embarrassed. Annoyed, especially at that “girls” dig. Especially since that was all she was—the latest in the long line. Her soul sagged at the reminder.

  “I guess I was wrong. You might be too exacting for our little Kyla here. No point in playing with her if she’s never going to please you.” The openly mocking tone of Sawyer’s voice had her clenching her teeth.

  “Ah, now that’s the fun bit. Teaching her all my ways until she’s exactly how I want her.” Grayden slowly ran a finger up her thigh, and she shivered. “Tell me, does she give good head?”

  Her eyes widened. She swung her head around to look at Sawyer.

  “The best.”

  She felt a small kernel of pride, even as the knot of tension slowly grew in her stomach. Just how far would this scene go? How far would she let it go?

  “I have a hard time believing someone so undisciplined could be more than merely adequate.” Grayden leaned back in his chair with a barely disguised sneer.

  “Since we’re friends, I’m going to ignore the fact that you’re calling me a liar.” Sawyer crossed his hands over his stomach with a smirk. “Why don’t you try her out and see for yourself?”

  “Don’t mind if I do.”

  Both men sat staring at each other for a beat.

  Then Grayden barked, “Well, you heard him, girl. Get to it!”

  Kyla jumped from her frozen position and slowly kneeled before Grayden. She felt almost like she was having an out-of-body experience. She’d never done a group scene before and to have Sawyer watch after he’d talked about her so blatantly and without any emotion was more than a bit disconcerting. This was so clinical, like she was auditioning for a part.

  What the heck had she been thinking? She couldn’t do this. But this is what you signed up for, she reminded herself. And maybe with some time, she could grow to like Grayden. Although the way he kept calling her “girl” made her doubt it. Still, she should try. For herself—she wasn’t here to do Sawyer any favors.

  Taking a deep breath, Kyla reached up to unzip him. Unlike most of the doms tonight, he had worn a gray business suit. The quality of the material meant it must’ve cost a pretty penny. She wondered vaguely what he did for a living to have become so wealthy. She wanted to think about anything other than her current situation.

  Her scalp prickled with the sensation of being watched. Crap, of course she was being watched. She looked up at Grayden, and his thunderous expression had her hands quickly moving to peel back his pants. Still she couldn’t resist the urge and swung her gaze to the other side of the room, where Sawyer sat back in his chair like a bored pasha. But the predatory gleam in his eye warmed her more than the exchange with Grayden ever did. She got the impression Sawyer wouldn’t be happy to merely be a spectator. Suddenly she felt the need to give the performance of a lifetime. She wanted to make him regret ever thinking of letting her go. When she was done with Grayden, Sawyer would be wishing it were his cock she was blowing.

  Grasping Grayden’s partially erect cock, she sensuously moved her hands down the length in a milking motion. When she reached the root, she kept one hand around the base and leaned down to lick the seam of his neatly shaved scrotum. She continued her licking motion up the length of his cock. A
t the head, she fluttered her tongue against his frenulum. His balls drew up tight beneath her hand. Knowing she had him and Sawyer right where she wanted them, she took Grayden’s cock in her mouth and gently sucked him in until the head brushed against the back of her throat. She pulled back at the same lingering rate. When she held only the head inside her mouth, she gave another fluttering lick to the underside and then took him back into her mouth.

  She had started the blow job by rote, trying to divorce her mind from what she had to do. But gradually, over the next few minutes, she felt that telltale flutter in her pussy. Whether it was just the sexual nature of the act or the amazing way Grayden smelled—a mix of cedar, spice and man—she was really getting into the act. Her pulse throbbed heavily between her thighs. Of course, it had nothing to do with the steamy looks Sawyer was giving her when she peeked up at him from the corner of her eye.

  Thank heaven she knew Sawyer was such a freak about making sure the people he played with had been tested. She trusted he’d do the same with people he invited into his circle—and her mouth.

  While she built up a rhythm, the guys began discussing some business deal over her head.

  “Yes, if you can get the docs to me by next Friday it shouldn’t be a—” Grayden paused and sucked in a breath. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “I think I can do that.”

  Kyla could hear the smile in Sawyer’s voice from across the room. A small amount of pride at Sawyer’s voyeuristic pleasure in her abilities had her redoubling her efforts to please both men. Plus, she wanted to remind Sawyer exactly what he would be missing when he broke up with her later. The bastard.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sawyer watched Kyla blow one of his best friends and couldn’t deny the hunger simmering inside of him. He wanted to be the one feeling her lips wrapped around him and that wicked thing she did with her tongue... Dammit, maybe this was a mistake. He had started this whole scene because he thought it was time to let go. To fulfill his promise to her. But now he wasn’t so sure. There were still plenty of kinky games left to play with her. Like maybe a ménage.

  He stood up and took a few steps closer to the duo. But he was going off script. He gave Gray a head tilt and nodded toward Kyla.

  Gray closed his eyes and a long, gushing sigh came from him. Finally after a moment he nodded back.

  Sawyer couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved. And smug that his friend was disgruntled over Sawyer changing his mind.

  He froze in his tracks. He hadn’t changed his mind. He was just postponing the inevitable a little longer. Stopping behind her, he gave her ass a not-too-gentle slap.

  Gray sent him a glare, and he laughed at the retribution promised in his friend’s expression.

  “Come on. Get up. All fours.”

  Kyla swung her head around to glare at him, but he tsked.

  “Nuh-uh. I didn’t say stop blowing Gray. Keep going.”

  Some of Gray’s obvious annoyance left him as Kyla bent back to her task. But instead of using her hands on him, she placed them next to Gray’s legs and pushed up into the position Sawyer wanted her in.

  Sawyer quickly went to work, unraveling the loose nest of rope still entangled around her hips. When he pulled the length free, he couldn’t resist the urge to run his thumb along the damp bit of rope that had been between her thighs. His poppet had been very excited not too long ago. Curious to see if her arousal was still high, he ran a hand up her flank to the junction of her thighs. A slick pussy met his querying fingers. Smiling smugly, he looked up at his friend. “Apparently you’re not the only one enjoying your blow job.”

  “Bleeding hell. I had no idea you were such a fucking tease.”

  Kyla froze midlick, her brow wrinkled.

  “Ah, sweetheart, he’s not talking about you.”

  Once she bent her head again to her task, Sawyer threw a glare at his most-likely-former friend. “Feck off.”

  Gray narrowed his eyes at Sawyer’s mocking comment but reached forward and cupped Kyla’s cheek. “Jesus, you’ve got something very special here.”

  Sawyer could tell by the wiggle of her hips that Kyla was pleased by his friend’s compliment. Give him half a minute and he’d have her pleased with him more than that damn Brit.

  He softly stroked her folds, seeking out her hidden clit with his thumb. Finding it, he gave her a sharp flick.

  A muffled shriek pierced the quiet in the room.

  “Be careful. She’s got her mouth wrapped around something I’d really like to keep for future use.”

  Served the smug bastard right. He of all people should be able to appreciate the adrenaline rush of fear. With a wicked smirk, he left the duo and searched his desk drawers until he found exactly what he was looking for. He held up the packaged butt plug triumphantly.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. No way in hell I’m letting you anywhere near her with that while she’s got her lips wrapped around my prick.”

  Sawyer raised his eyebrow. Like there was any way he was going to let Grayden dictate what he did with his girl.

  “Dammit. Just when I was beginning to enjoy it too.” With a sigh, Gray grabbed Kyla under her arms and pulled her off him. He continued the pulling motion, bringing her up on his lap until she straddled his thighs. He widened his own sprawl, trapping her legs between his and the chair’s arms. “Sorry, doll. But there are some types of play I refuse to do simultaneously.”

  As Sawyer stroked her flank, Gray captured one of her rosy nipples in his mouth. Her gasp sounded loud in the room.

  Sawyer had actually been looking forward to a little simultaneous play with his girl. Too damn bad he wouldn’t be able to see her face when he applied his wicked toy. Popping the top off the lube, he liberally applied some to his fingers before he bent to her appealing ass. He took a minute and spread some appreciative kisses across her gorgeous rear. She flinched at the feel of his lips. He smirked at her response. If she thought that was startling, he couldn’t wait to hear her reaction when he amped up his play.

  Believing he had distracted Kyla enough, he slowly worked his finger inside her upturned ass. She gave a surprised squeal and tightened immediately on his probing digit, then turned to glare at him.

  “Ah, none of that now, poppet.” He popped her one on her delectable ass cheek, and she immediately relaxed on his probing fingers.

  “Here, doll. I’ll give you something else to concentrate on.” With that annoying smirk of his, Gray ducked down and recaptured her nipple in his mouth.

  Kyla sighed and snuggled closer to Gray.

  Sawyer couldn’t help but feel kind of irked. He was her damned dominant. Contrary to how this scene started, he wasn’t ready to let his girl—Fuck, why did he keep doing that? Either way, obviously he wasn’t ready to let Kyla go quite yet. One more week. Maybe two. With renewed determination, Sawyer added another finger to his plunging first digit, widening her in preparation of the plug. And hopefully himself soon.

  Kyla kept giving these gasping little breaths that did amazing things to his hard-on. Although he couldn’t tell if it was his anal play or Gray’s nipping kisses on her breasts that excited her so much.

  Using his teeth, he ripped open the plug’s packaging while keeping Kyla distracted with his seeking fingers. Regardless, she still tensed at the sound and tried to turn her head and look at him over her shoulder, but Gray wouldn’t let her. He grabbed her chin and tilted up her face for a bruising kiss. Her muffled moan vibrated in the quiet room.

  Cursing his friend under his breath, Sawyer quickly covered the plug in lube before slowly pushing it into her.

  Kyla pulled away from Gray to groan.

  “Easy now, sweetheart. Push back into it.”

  Giving a gasping breath, Kyla’s shoulders relaxed and the plug seated inside her.

 
“Gorgeous. Great job, poppet.” Sawyer rubbed a soothing hand around her upturned ass and lower back. He leaned down and ran his teeth in a similar pattern over her body, marking his territory. Christ, he’d never been so possessive during a threeway. Ordinarily he enjoyed watching his lover squirm when trapped between two bodies. Now, however, a small kernel of jealousy burned inside him when Kyla turned her head for another of Gray’s harsh kisses.

  He tried like hell to push the feeling down. After all, he was the one who’d started this fucking scene. It wasn’t like he could safe word out just ’cause he was feeling kind of leery about letting Kyla play with others. He had promised to introduce her to different doms. What would she think if he told her he didn’t like it? Next time they’d have to set firmer boundaries. Watching her and Gray kiss was really starting to piss him off.

  Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he stood and quickly stripped down, then rolled a condom on. Settling behind Kyla once more, he bent and nibbled at her pretty pussy. Her scent and taste intoxicated him. He could quite happily spend the next two hours doing nothing more than tasting her. And given the hip-wiggling Kyla was doing, he knew she wouldn’t have a problem with that either.

  With one last swiping kiss, Sawyer straightened and guided his cock to her cleft. Like a homing pigeon, he unerringly found his way inside her until he felt that amazing sensation of her warm, snug walls clasping him. With the addition of the plug, her pussy was tighter than ever before. He paused a moment to let her get accommodated to the dual penetration. Her panting breaths told him she recognized the tight fit too. He reached around and softly drummed his fingers against the pulsing bead of her clit. She gave a gasping wheeze and lowered her head to rest on Gray’s chest.

  “Ah, doll. You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now.” Gray threaded his hand through her hair and pulled her head away from him with a fistful of her hair. “But you’ll look even more gorgeous with that dangerous little mouth wrapped around my prick.”