by Crowe, Liz
Grace rolled her eyes. For Christ’s sake, Ryan and his presents. While she wasn’t complaining about getting expensive gifts, what she really wanted was his undivided attention for an entire weekend, a weekend devoted solely to reconnecting before it was too late. Pulling the purple ribbon off the simple white tissue papered package, Grace gasped when a black silk rope fell into her lap along with a note in Ryan’s terrible handwriting:
Remember? I do. I'll see you soon, promise. These rookies in Denver are killing me. I’m sorry I’m gonna be late to our weekend. I’ll make it up to you, you know I will.
Love, R
Grace felt herself blush.
Remember? How could she forget? As a writer of ever-sexier fiction, she'd become an avid consumer of erotica and the sub genre of "lifestyle." Dominance and submissive mixed with a little bondage was going to play a part in her next series of novels. Since the cable rights had been sold to her last series, Grace could afford to take her time and research her subjects. It wasn't long before Ryan caught wind of some of the reading material she’d found given highly popular books and general studies on the psychology of "Doms and subs" now graced her nightstand.
"Interesting," he’d said, fingering the novels featuring naked male torsos, blindfolds and whips.
Grace glared at him.
"Sorry, I know it’s a little lowbrow for you."
He laid the book back on her lap and leaned over to kiss her, mollifying her temper. "I wouldn’t say that. I’m just wondering if you'd like to experience a little of this for real."
Grace colored bright red as her breathing ramped up. Reading the fiction made her flat out horny. She'd been about to jump up on his lap and demand some service, which she knew he'd happily oblige. But this?
"I don’t think so," she snapped. "No one dominates me."
Ryan chuckled, pulling her up from the leather sofa and into his arms. Oh, his lips and tongue, they had gotten him out of plenty of jams with her, she knew. She really ought to read some more. But he’d carried her into the bedroom and used those very appendages to bring her to a raging, screaming orgasm and she’d forgotten why she’d been upset in the first place.
Grace snapped back to reality as the car made its way through late afternoon Vegas traffic. The chill she’d gotten at the memory of her handsome husband’s talented lips was slowly but surely turning to anger at his absence. It was the story of her life. When he was with her physically it was rare but even then it was like he wasn’t "there" emotionally anymore. It frightened her. The memories crashed in, tossing her under waves of lust and frustration.
****
Four weeks earlier
The Saturday morning after their wild night post Grace's research reading, Ryan sent her a text.
“Picking you up at eight. Stuck in meetings until then.”
She went back to reading some of the drier psychology stuff and sighed, answering him back.
"Why? I’m too tired to go out. Can’t we just stay home?"
"No. Party. Required. Wear the new Lauren."
He’d bought her a new dress last week, one that was forcing her back into the gym in order to do it justice.
“Fine.” She shut the damn thing off, determined to finish her research.
By seven, she dashed into the shower, pulled her unruly brown hair up into a semi-formal chignon, patted on her usual minimal makeup and squeezed into the sexy silk dress. Turning around in front of the huge mirror in her bedroom, she sucked in the last bit of gut she couldn’t seem to lose then teetered down the spiral staircase to the front door. Ryan was obsessively punctual and got pissy if she kept him waiting.
Once ensconced in his low-slung silver Cadillac, Grace tried to relax and not think about the fact she’d rather be reading, researching and formulating plot outlines for her new series. Once she wrapped her head around her characters, her fingers itched with need to bring them to life. She jumped when Ryan put a hand on her thigh.
"Relax."
She took a sip of the water she’d grabbed before leaving the house and stared straight ahead.
"I know you didn’t want to come out tonight but I think you’ll enjoy it."
"Whatever," she snapped, knowing he didn’t deserve it but unwilling to call it back.
When they pulled up to a huge mansion, Grace glanced at him, a puzzled expression clouding her face.
"Where are we?"
"A friend’s house. It’s a private party."
The valet opened her door and helped her out before Ryan tucked her arm into his and patted her hand.
"Ready?"
"Sure," she said, now more curious than angry.
Ryan leaned over to kiss her lips, lingering a tad longer than Grace thought was necessary in public and she pulled back.
"What the hell is this, Ryan?"
He grinned, his adorable, lop-sided grin and merely guided her into the cavernous foyer. Music thrummed through the place, bouncing off marble and granite surfaces making Grace’s heart pound. A model-perfect woman clad in a diaphanous blue gown that left nothing to the imagination wafted by and took their wraps and Grace’s small handbag. She started to protest, not willing to let her smartphone go, but Ryan plucked it from her shoulder and handed it to the nearly naked woman without a word before leading her into a large room dominated by a bar made of ice blocks staffed by shirtless men who could easily pass for some of the guys on the book covers she’d been reading.
Grace felt her heart flutter at the sight of the handsome men who were all staring at her and she sucked in her gut again, self-conscious beyond all imagining. Ryan leaned in to her ear again, brushing it with his breath.
"I’ll get us a drink."
She let go of his arm reluctantly. The atmosphere was charged with something she couldn’t place. The lighting was subtle, just enough to see the bar and the vague outlines of the room. There seemed to be alcoves around, shrouded in the same sort of flimsy material that "covered" the girl at the door. A few couples stood in the open, drinking and laughing or staring around the room much like she was. Grace took a deep breath and accepted the icy martini offered to her.
"What is this place?" she leaned into her husband’s chest, relieved by his return.
"I told you, a private party." He glanced around and nodded at someone across the room. This was more like it. Grace was used to him working rooms at parties so she relaxed and drank her cocktail a little too fast, handing the empty glass to one of the passing, nearly naked men holding a tray.
She flinched when a cool hand touched her bare arm. Skin prickling, she took in the sight of a drop-dead beautiful woman who was eyeing her as if she were a chocolate covered morsel. Grace glanced up a Ryan. She was used to beautiful women ogling and flat-out propositioning her husband. Grace was no slouch herself, five foot six, fluctuating between a size six and eight depending on how motivated she was to exercise, long dark blonde hair and deep green eyes. But Ryan was a specimen by anyone’s standards.
His deep blue eyes were framed in a nearly perfect face with a lean nose and strong jaw almost always covered in dark stubble. His dark blond hair was thick and smooth as silk under her hands. The slight obsession with exercise he nurtured yielded a rock hard body she’d relished from their inauspicious yet steamy, hot beginnings. But it was his company, his quick if somewhat dry wit, ability to talk to a wall and make it respond, and utter dedication to her pleasure, she treasured.
He'd ripped out her soul with his words, "we need a break" just four years ago after a year of expensive travel, gifts and parties so she’d done her usual drastic overreacting and bolted straight in to the arms of Kyle, her patient, young editor who’d nurtured a crush on her from their beginning. Granted, she’d been beyond pissed at Ryan's need to take control of her financial life. Knowing it would be the easiest thing, to just let him take over, pay off her debts and never consider it again, nearly froze her with terror. She couldn’t let herself lose that much control. What if it didn’t work ou
t? How would she pay him back?
About that same time her agent broke the news that her series, "In the Limelight" was being purchased by a premium cable channel. The extreme relief of being able to support herself through her own writing, which meant she didn't need to depend on Ryan, was just washing over when the door of her hotel room reverberated with pounding.
She’d glanced at Kyle who’d rolled over and thrown an arm over his face at the noise. Knowing it was Ryan before she even got there, Grace had sensed his presence through the door, and she knew she'd say "yes" to whatever he proposed. Little did she know a platinum and emerald ring he’d had designed to match her eyes was waiting on the other side. Glancing down at it now, with her matching wedding band of simple platinum, she closed her eyes in an attempt to regain her composure.
"Darling," the lovely woman at her elbow finally spoke, yanking her back to the present. "Shall we?" Grace glanced at Ryan who'd grabbed a couple more ice cold martini glasses for them. He smiled and her heart lifted.
"Sure," she let herself be lead, with the woman’s arm through hers, across the room. Aware of activity behind the filmy curtains, Grace gulped at her drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she became more aware of what exactly was going on behind the curtains they kept passing, Grace gasped and clutched at the woman’s arm. Ryan caught up with her then, taking her glass and putting her other arm through his. Bracketed on either side, Grace let herself be led out of the large room into a wide, plush hallway. Beautiful people were draped around on leather furniture, some were kissing, some were drinking but all were completely naked. Grace gasped again, feeling like a voyeur, and tried to avert her eyes but they refused and took to darting around instead, trying to process what was happening. Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back here.
The beautiful creatures in the hall were following them now as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door. It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles. As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light yet masculine cologne filled her nose. Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there.
"Come," the woman whispered into her ear. Grace shuddered at the double meaning. "Sit here." She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric. "We'll relax together," the woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared. "I'm Nadia," she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.
Ryan walked with her over to the love seat but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit. She gave him a questioning look. His smile quieted her nerves some but her hands shook as she accepted the glass.
As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed. It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips. Glancing over at Nadia, Grace saw pure lust in the woman’s eyes. Not for the vision on the bed. For her. Nadia nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should pay attention there.
A figure appeared on the far side of the room. Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel. Grace tried not to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time.
The man on the bed lay back and Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him. Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecks to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which was already glistening.
He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, but whimpered when he was pushed back onto the bed. The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace felt her pussy go completely moist, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her. She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together. Feeling Ryan’s hand on her shoulder, Grace made herself relax.
She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head. The vision in blue jeans, whose own bulging zipper belied his calm exterior, reached up and secured willing hands to a wooden bedpost. He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart, ripping a groan from his lips. Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her moist pussy. She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world, for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.
Grace shut her eyes but soft lips against her shoulder made her snap them open. Nadia was there, looking up at her, her lips moving up Grace’s neck, nibbling a little, hardening Grace’s nipples beneath her silk dress. Ryan shifted behind her and rolled one between his fingers.
"Watch," Nadia whispered into her ear once she reached it. Grace nodded, shocked, and hornier than she'd even been in her life.
"Ahhh…" the blue jean man spoke. "That’s it." He straddled the man who lay bound on the bed beneath him. The prone man arched up, struggling against the ropes. "Stop!" the other man commanded.
Whimpering, the bound man obeyed as the other leaned down to kiss him, hands on either side of his lover’s head, before moving down to bite down one nipple, then the other. Grace tried to suppress a groan as Ryan’s hand kneaded at her own nipple and her panties filled with moisture. A primal urgency so strong gripped her, made her gasp and sigh as the surreal vision in front of her continued.
The blue jeaned man moved down to lap at the other man’s cock, licking the pre-cum from his thick head, moving his tongue around the sensitive slit, causing the young man on the bed to buck and cry out and try to shove his cock inside the other man’s mouth.
"No!" The low, firm command startled Grace. "Do as I say or you get nothing."
Grace watched as the man in jeans stalked out, leaving the naked man on the bed, his arms flexing against his bonds his amazing body in obvious erotic agony. Catching sight of shadowy figures around the room, she leaned her head back against the luxurious leather seat. Ryan loomed over her and then leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek.
"You ok?"
"I guess."
Grace sighed as she sensed Nadia’s touch again, this time cool fingers on her knee, fluttering up the inside of her thighs. But instead of moving away like the usual straight-laced Grace would do, she kept her eyes on the naked man’s throbbing shaft just a few feet from her as he moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to find contact.
Nadia’s fingertips moved her silk thong aside and Grace cried out when they reached her hard clit. The sensation was exquisite and nearly unbearable. Ryan had come around to the front of the sofa and stood watching them.
"Oh. My God," Grace shuddered as the woman shoved two fingers high inside her, reaching up and pressing against her clit at the same time. She felt her body spasm in Nadia’s hands.
"That’s it, my darling," Nadia cooed as she shifted around and repositioned herself between Grace’s legs. "I must taste you."
Gasping from the hair-trigger orgasm, Grace let Nadia pull her thighs apart and lean in, flicking her tongue over the still hard button of flesh. Grace shifted down further on the sofa, her eyes closed as fingers reached up to roll her nipples, pinching a little, bringing an edge of pain to the pleasure. Nadia sucked, pulling Grace’s clit betwe
en her lips.
"Ah, Jesus!"
"Mmmm…." Nadia kept sucking, not letting her go, pulling her through one orgasm and into another as she pressed fingers inside Grace’s shuddering flesh. Ryan positioned himself directly behind Nadia and Grace watched from half lidded eyes, nearly melting into the buttery leather couch with lust, as he ran a hand over Nadia’s ass. Staring straight into Grace’s eyes, her husband pulled Nadia’s filmy dress up and plunged his fingers inside her body, making the woman moan against Grace’s pussy. Grace licked her lips, and words she’d never thought imaginable rolled out of her mouth.
“Fuck her Ryan. I want to watch.” She sucked in a breath as the light in his eyes deepened. God help her she really, honestly did. He kept his eyes pinned on Grace, reached over to pluck a condom from a bowl handily positioned on a nearby table. She groaned as Nadia kept manipulating her. Then as her husband unzipped his trousers and rolled the condom down his perfect, familiar cock she smiled, and nodded.
Grace watched him, saw the familiar expression on his face as he slipped into Nadia’s waiting body, while she continued to lick and suck Grace using lips and fingers to keep her on the ragged edge of constant orgasm. Grace looked around, saw six or seven people watching, as she bucked and moaned and let her husband fuck the strange woman between her legs.
Ryan reached around and clenched Nadia’s ample breast, his body curved over hers, his thrusts causing Nadia to use the exact same rhythm with her tongue and fingers on Grace’s pussy. The three of them were as one, moving together, their passion infusing the room and making the crowd around them reach for themselves and for the person next to them. Hands and tongues and bodies and fluids blended. Grace arched to meet a monster climax as it raced towards her, the amazing sight of Ryan pounding into Nadia right in front of her sending her over the edge into deep, orgasmic oblivion.
"Ahhh, yessss…" Nadia raised her head from Grace’s pussy, keeping her hand covering it, feeling the warm moisture as Ryan’s thrusts increased in intensity. "Fuck me darling, like you fuck her.” The woman fell across Grace, her lips at her nipples, sucking until she sat up and cried out.
