She heard a barely perceptible puff and a scream flew from her throat as Boone’s hot mouth descended ravenously on her pussy. His tongue, his lips, and then his fingers were everywhere all at once. The muscles in her thighs seized as she pulled on her restraints, and her orgasm erupted inside of her with such intensity that stars and static filled her brain.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find that her restraints were gone, as well as the dried wax and the old sheet. She now lay wrapped in Boone’s arms, breathing normally and covered with a small, fuzzy throw blanket.
“You shivered a bit after I removed all the wax from your skin. How do you feel?’
“Incredible.” She snuggled closer to him, and he drew her into a snug little ball against him and held her securely. “Did I faint?”
Boone’s smile was so warm and tender she nearly cried as she looked into his dark eyes. “Yeah, you were out for just a couple of minutes. I’ve never enjoyed a scene more than this one, tonight. You’re amazing.”
“You were great with the wax. It never got so hot I couldn’t handle it.”
“You have a couple of red streaks I want to check later.”
“Great improvisation, Boone. I enjoyed it very much. How about you? Did you want to continue…sir?” She hesitated for a second. Maybe she should’ve been calling him sir and responding the way a sub should? She bit her lip.
Boone smiled and smoothed her brow with his fingertips. “No worries, little sub. I like that your thoughts right now are about pleasing me. But like I said, the way you submit means more to me than mere words. Right now I just want to make love with you. I was a bit tense about the wax play.”
“Well, I don’t have any experience with it prior to tonight but I loved it. You know I love being restrained, too.”
She pushed off the blanket, and he sat up to check a spot on her thigh and another on her inner arm. A faint red streak remained, but the areas didn’t hurt at all. He lifted her arm and kissed the spot and then kissed the other red mark on her thigh.
“I hope I didn’t blister you. I don’t want to mar your skin.”
“I think it’ll be fine. I have another spot you can kiss,” she murmured with a chuckle.
Boone responded with a husky growl, dove on top of her and tickled her lightly as he worked his way down her body. She wiggled in his arms until he stopped tickling and instead pressed kisses in a hot, moist path between her breasts down to her abdomen and beyond.
“Oh, yes.” She arched her back and sighed with pleasure as his lips and warm tongue licked at her pussy again. She reached down to feather her fingers through his short, sandy-brown hair and shuddered deliciously at the prickle of his short beard against her sensitive, bare pussy.
He licked in leisurely fashion as though he planned to stay there all day and grinned at her from between her thighs when she started to sound particularly needy. Her pussy convulsed and demanded to be filled, not teased.
Maya caressed his cheek and whispered, “Boone, please. I need you.”
Boone released her hips and sheathed his cock. He prowled over her, kissing here and there, leaving a damp trail of her juices from his lips until he reached her throat. He kissed and suckled on her earlobe before shifting so he could gaze in her eyes. The teasing was over, and his eyes shone with love and desire. The Dominant from earlier was replaced by a vulnerable, loving man.
“I love you. I need you, too,” he whispered as he settled on top of her and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that she thought might melt her bones, it was so sweet and intense.
Normally, Boone was her intense, almost forceful lover, and she liked that about him. He enthralled her now, stroking her gently with his tongue and his fingers until she thought she might cry from the tenderness of his touch. She knew Boone was vastly capable of this kind of emotional lovemaking, but it still floored her to be on the receiving end of it.
His breathing was deep and regular as he held her down with his solid, muscular body and kissed back down between her breasts and then back up the other side of her throat.
“You’re everything to me, baby. Everything. I love you so much it makes my heart ache.”
Tears streamed from her closed eyes at his loving words, and she held tightly to him as he positioned his cock and surged between her legs, filling her with his cock.
“God!” Maya whimpered, throwing back her head as she came on his first thrust, so gently like a warm wave lapping easily over her.
“Yes, baby. I love making you come. So perfect for us.”
His big body was powerful, majestic as he moved fluidly with her, his muscles rippling in the lantern light. She felt like one big throbbing, fluttering heartbeat as he made love to her with slow, methodical abandon, his pace increasing gradually. She locked her legs around his waist and held on as another orgasmic wave pitched over her.
Her voice shook with emotion as she whispered, “Boone.”
He trembled as he held her tightly and growled low in his chest, thrusting so deep and gentle she swore he touched her heart with his last strokes before he came. His cry was deep and vulnerable-sounding. He pressed his lips against her collarbone and shuddered as he thrust one final time. She clung tightly to him as they caught their breath.
Crickets chirped all around them as they recovered in each other’s arms. He lifted his head from her shoulder, and she thought his eyes were a little shiny and red as he brushed the tears from her cheeks.
His lips trembled almost imperceptibly before he said, “I’m lost without you, Maya. You fill my heart.”
They snuggled for a long while, bundled tight together under the throw blanket, and listened to the creek and the sound of the night all around them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Maya yawned as she stood in the master bathroom of her house in San Marcos. She and Boone had only gotten four hours of sleep the night before, after arriving back home. Boone had held her in the back seat and let her nap as promised while Richard and Kendall did the driving.
She was placing the rest of her cosmetics and toiletries in a case when she heard Boone call out to Kendall and Richard. There was something about his conspiratorial tone and his location that had her peering around the doorframe and listening to them as they talked quietly. They were in the room she kept all her toys in, packing it up because she didn’t want the movers touching such personal items. She heard a slight, telltale crackle that brought a smile to her face. They’d found it.
ZZzzz! “Shit! Fucker! Warn me first!”
She had to put her hand to her lips to stifle her laughter.
Boone murmured, “I put it on the low setting, you big pussy.”
“Fuck you. You try it,” Kendall retorted, and she promptly heard another short ZZzap!
Before they could break her expensive violet wand or kill any desire to play seriously with her precious toy, she strode down the hall and into the room.
Boone had confessed the previous evening at The Dancing Pony that he’d never handled one before, so she figured none of them knew how pleasurable an experience it could be.
Smiling, she held out her hand for the wand. Kendall switched it off looking like he was afraid she was mad at him.
“Unbutton your shirts and untuck them.”
Boone’s eyes flared, but he complied immediately and the other two followed, looking like they didn’t want to miss out on whatever Boone was going to get to experience. It made her feel good that they trusted her.
She flipped the power switch and adjusted the setting as the glass electrode lit up with a pale violet fluorescent glow. “This is a violet wand. If you like the pain of a mild shock that’s how you would use it, merely touching it to body parts you wanted to feel the charge. That’s not why I have one. It induces very pleasurable sensations when applied using different indirect techniques. Morgan never used this to shock me and I don’t want you to either. I’m not going to do that to you because I’m not a sadist. I’m just going to show yo
u what else it can do.”
She turned it off and wrapped her left hand around the clear glass tube. Then she flipped the power switch and released the handle, turning to her men.
“If you have metal snaps on your shirt you might want to slip out of it. Don’t want you to have any surprises.” Richard slipped his shirt off and stood still for her with the others. His trust was a wonderful thing.
Because Boone was the kinkiest of the three, she approached him first. He watched her hand as she reached with palm out and made gentle, full contact with his chest. He reacted slightly to the small zap he received, but he was completely attentive as she slid her hand in a solid stroke over his thickly muscled pectorals. She maintained constant contact with all fingers and her palm as she stroked him.
“How does it feel?” she asked as she smiled up at him. She could already read the answer in his eyes. She’d be willing to bet he also sported an instant erection from the sensation.
“It feels like your touch is alive, vibrating under my skin. I feel it traveling all over my body, in my hair, in my muscles, even in my cock and my ass.”
Maya nodded, knowing the sensation well. “Lots of nerve endings there.” She stroked her fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck and felt him shudder with pleasure.
Kendall and Boone looked like they wanted their turn, too, and Maya wondered if they had time for what was probably going to result from this little experiment. It was important to her they were all on the same page regarding the way she liked to play, and now was as good a time as any to find out.
She stroked her hand over Boone’s shoulder and down his arm in a long, slow glide until she lost contact at his fingertips with a light crackle and zing. A delightful shiver shot up her spine at the transition, but also from the look in Boone’s eyes.
Boone said, “Now I understand the attraction for a toy like that. I’d only ever seen one used as a device to torment and tease.”
Maya nodded and smiled. “It has other uses. Morgan would have me strip and lie down on my padded bench and stroke me all over with the different attachments. Sometimes I would hold the electrode and he could stroke me hands free. When he was done I would feel like I’d had a massage, just from a light, full-handed stroke all over.”
“All over?” Richard asked, looking a little concerned.
Maya nodded, knowing he’d be the one concerned about that. She pointed at the differently-shaped, pretty glass tubes in the padded case.
“Yes, all over, even between my legs. You have to make sure to maintain full contact though. I do not like having my pussy shocked.” She made crackling contact with Richard, who never moved a muscle. After a moment he groaned and his eyelids slid closed as she caressed his chest slowly then worked her hand down over his abdomen. She slid her hand up behind his neck and pulled him down for a wet, tingling kiss.
He sighed deeply and whispered, “Baby.”
“Good?”
“Yeah. I like it. A lot.”
“I thought you might. Who wants to undo their fly for me?”
Belts and denims hit the tile floor with a clanking echo.
* * * *
Two hours later, Kendall was still feeling a satisfied tingle in his cock as they helped Maya pack up the rest of her valuables and necessities.
“Babydoll, where are your car keys? We’ll pull the car out of the garage.”
Maya brought a set of car keys to him. Boone and Richard followed him as he went through the kitchen to the garage door.
Kendall hit the light and Boone whistled appreciatively. “That is a fine automobile.”
Kendall pressed the garage door opener remote, and more light spilled into the neat garage interior which was currently occupied by Maya’s silver Cadillac CTS Coupe.
Boone held out his hand and said, “Rock, paper, scissors?”
Richard rolled his eyes. “What? Are we nine years old again?”
Boone replied nonchalantly, “Fine, I’ll drive it home.”
Kendall laughed when Richard said, “Wait, I didn’t say I didn’t want to drive it.”
Maya found them a few minutes later, right as Boone beat Richard in an arm wrestling match, which felt much more manly to be caught participating in than rock, paper, scissors would have been.
Her laughter at their silly antics was cut off by an angry voice echoing through the large garage. “Maya! What the hell is going on here?”
Maya was startled, and the four of them turned to find Frank Reeves standing in the garage door opening. Kendall had a fleeting, yet satisfying image of the door collapsing on him.
“Frank—”
“I said what the hell is going on here?” Reeves’s ruddy face was splotchy with anger, and Kendall and his brothers responded as a unit, forming a wall between her and Frank as he walked into the garage uninvited.
Maya patted Kendall’s shoulder and said, “Let me talk to him.” She didn’t sound thrilled that Frank was there, and Kendall was reluctant to give Reeves greater access to her, especially since he had a history of not keeping his hands to himself.
Maya stepped between the men and walked up to Reeves boldly. “What does it look like, Frank? I’m packing and moving. The house is going on the market.”
“Where are you going? What the fuck is going on here?”
Boone growled. “Hold on a second! You’re not going to talk to her like that!” Kendall was counting down until the ass-whooping started.
Maya held a conciliatory hand to stop them and looked up at Frank as she put her hands on her hips and adopted an “I’m not taking any shit from you” posture.
“Frank, I am moving on with my life. I think you should do the same. You have to stop texting me and e-mailing me. I told you we were through.”
Frank struck his chest with his thumb and harshly said, “I’m the one who’s been here for you for the last year. I was the one who helped you pick up the pieces. I think you owe me—”
Kendall would’ve responded to that remark, but Maya beat him to the punch.
“I owe you nada! I put up with your whining about money and your heavy-handed attempts at romance so you could get to my bank accounts. You were Morgan’s friend, and I hoped you’d get over it and move on. Don’t look so surprised, Frank. I know about your difficulties with your ‘bill collectors.’” She even used air quotes around the last two words.
Frank’s face turned an ugly shade of red, and Kendall moved closer so he could put some distance between Frank and Maya if need be.
“Maya, you and I belong together, I love you and—”
Maya held up a hand and cut him off. “You love the zeroes in my bank account, Frank. Maybe you cared about me in some way, but you’re too pushy and demanding.” In a milder tone she said, “I’m moving on and I want you to do the same.”
Kendall noted Boone and Richard both let out a muted sigh of relief when Maya stepped back over to them. Reeves didn’t look like a man with a broken heart. He looked ready to kill someone.
“Maya, you’re making a big mistake.” There was no pleading in his tone. It sent a cold chill down Kendall’s spine.
“No, Frank. You’ve made a mistake. Go home and cool off. We’re done.”
“You’re going to regret this.”
Clearly unable to let the veiled threat pass, Boone stepped up and said, “Mister, you’re going to be the one with regrets if you don’t do as the lady asked.” Boone looked ready to kick his ungracefully aging, preppy ass.
Kendall noted with satisfaction that Maya stalked back through the door leading into the kitchen, punctuating the end of their conversation with her absence.
Kendall and Richard joined Boone and closed in on Reeves, who cast them an infuriated glance and stalked down the driveway to his Jaguar. He laid a strip of rubber on the white concrete driveway to match the one he’d left the week before on the street out front.
“Asshole,” Boone said with disgust.
“He’s not the type to just
back off,” Kendall said. “We haven’t seen the last of him. I wonder who he has after him that he needs Maya’s money so badly.”
“What was he going to do? Make her marry him?”
“I don’t know. We need to ask Jack about having Ace and his buddy look into this.”
Without any further interruptions, her valuables and necessities were loaded into the back of Kendall’s pickup in boxes, along with her full suitcases. The furniture from her playroom was all carefully padded and loaded into the U-Haul trailer they’d brought with them. Boone would be following them, driving Maya’s silver Cadillac. They were putting off the trip to the bank where the safe-deposit box was because the bank was closed on the weekend.
Maya got into contact with her real estate agent friend and made arrangements to list the house for sale. After that was taken care of, she called several other friends to let them know she was back in town but only temporarily. Several of them banded together and talked her and the men into having an early supper with them before they headed out.
Maya told her friends she saw no need in hiding her relationship status from them and explained to them her situation. Kendall watched her friends’ faces with enjoyment as they wrapped their minds around her loving three men.
One of the women, Sheryl, kept glancing at him and his brothers and blushing, while Linna asked Maya if that was common in Divine and might they know of other men looking for a similar arrangement.
The third friend, Trina, sighed and said, “Lucky wench. You make me sick.”
It was nine o’clock and they were halfway to Divine when they got a text from Jack. “Call when you get this.”
* * * *
Along with the others, Maya watched the grainy video of her and Boone dancing together the previous evening. She glanced at Boone across the marble countertop in the kitchen of the Divine Creek Ranch house. He looked furious. All the men did, but he did in particular. She turned her gaze back to the laptop monitor. The audio was of poor quality with lots of conversation and background noise over the loud music.
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