Billings, Rachel - Three Men and a Woman: Felicity (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  That was all the permission he needed. He fastened the strap, giving it an extra little tug, she was sure, as a small punishment. He went quickly to the other side of the bed and did the same thing with her left hand.

  Felicity knew there were two straps left in the drawer. The fact of them there, the certainty that he intended to one day have her bound spread-eagled on his bed, added to the wicked thrill of what he was doing to her.

  He was scarily omniscient. Walking back around the bed, he stood by the open drawer. “You’re thinking about those other two bindings, aren’t you? And, yes, another time I’ll have you secured to all four posts. You’ll be fully at my mercy, and we’ll both like it.

  “There are other things in this drawer. Like the two bindings, I’m going to save some of them for another day.” He reached in and brought something out. “But I’m going to use some of them today.”

  He tossed what was in his hand across her. It landed above her left shoulder. and she turned her head to look. It was a clamp, almost like a clothespin, covered in black velvet.

  He had another, and he dropped it to her right side. It jangled, and she saw this one had a chain attached to it. While she was looking at that, he held another item above it, drawing her attention. It was a dildo, large, with a switch on its end so she knew it was a vibrator. He let it fall near her hip.

  Taking out one more item, he pushed the drawer shut with enough force that she looked up. He held a bottle of lubrication and tossed it next to the vibrator.

  “That should be enough to get us started.”

  Wesley slid his feet out of his leather sandals and crawled onto the bed. He nudged one knee between her thighs and came down over her on his elbows. He kissed her once, fiercely, then lifted to look into her eyes. “I know Reinen uses his women hard. Did you think I’d be different?”

  Yes, she had, and he read her answer in her eyes.

  “You were wrong.” He thrust his knee up, spreading her legs and shoving against her cunt. “Do you remember the safe word, Felicity?”

  “Yes.”

  She hadn’t used the word, only told him that she remembered it. That made him smile. “Good girl.”

  Then, after all that, he made love to her like she’d originally expected. He kissed her, sweetly, lovingly, touching her face, stroking her hair. He kept his knee tightly against her, and his chest lowered to press firmly into one breast, but his mouth and his hands moved gently, adoringly.

  It was sweetness made wickedly erotic by the fact of her helplessness. She was bound, subject to his dominion.

  After a long time of it, he was breathing heavily and rocking the hard length of his cock against her. She was excited, too. With a will of its own, her body had started flexing, seeking its own stimulation against that hard cock. Without thought, she’d pulled against the bindings, and their implacable hold sent a shivery thrill through her. As she strained against them, her breasts lifted.

  Wesley rolled back, leaving only his knee touching her and putting his weight on his left forearm. With his right hand, he traced along her neck and then down the center of her chest to the opening of her blouse. He hooked his finger inside, tugging, scratching a little with his nail. He put his lips there, his tongue, to soothe. Then he lifted back to watch as he opened the first button. Alternating between looking at what was revealed and meeting her eyes, he slowly unfastened her blouse. He kissed and tongued her as he went along.

  Finally, he reached the last button and laid the blouse open to either side. His fingers grasped the front opening of her bra and toyed with it. He looked up at her for a moment. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time.”

  He undid the clasp and lifted both sides of it away. “Jesus,” he breathed.

  Felicity knew what he saw. Her breasts were already needy and tense, upthrust. Her nipples were tightly peaked.

  Reaching across her, he cupped one breast with his hand. He stroked his thumb over her nipple, and she shuddered.

  That got his attention. He looked at her, watching her eyes, while he thumbed her again. He caught her nipple then, pinching it between his thumb and fingers.

  “Mmm.” Felicity arched involuntarily, wildly stimulated not just by the way he worked her nipple, but by the way she was captive to it, and the way he watched her.

  He pinched again, tugging, lifting her breast. “You like that, baby, don’t you? Your tits are fucking gorgeous, and I can drive you wild with them. It’s a win-win.”

  He murmured those last words as he dropped his head and took her other nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and pinched hard and had her rocking up against him, riding his thigh.

  She moaned in disbelieving objection when he drew his leg back.

  He gave her nipple a hard tug and pulled his mouth roughly off the other side. Turning her head to face him, he waited until she opened her eyes to him. “You don’t get to come until I do, this first time. I’ll be thrusting inside you, fucking you hard. And you’ll scream. But you’re going to have to wait.”

  Felicity didn’t believe him. All he’d have to do is touch her clit once now, and she’d climax. She lifted a brow to him. “Bet?”

  Apparently, Wes enjoyed a challenge. He tossed back his head and laughed. “Oh, yeah.”

  He rolled up onto his knees, taking a good look at her. He picked up one of the clamps and took hold of her nipple. Watching her eyes, he pulled at it, lengthening it until he could fit the clamp on. Then he let it bite down. Checking her face, he gave a little pinch to close it further.

  Felicity closed her eyes and suppressed a shudder while he did the same to the other side, including that last extra bite. It turned out that velvet under pressure didn’t feel soft so much as gritty, causing a chafing, erotic squeeze. Moaning again, she suffered through more stimulation as he attached the chain to her left side. The chain fell against her belly, cool and a bit soothing. Until he ran a finger along it, causing both clamps to tug at her nipples.

  “Wesley.”

  “That’s good, baby. It looks real good.”

  Looked good to him, felt good to her. Too good. She was sure again that she’d wrack into orgasm at his first touch.

  He’d soon learn. He moved on the bed, making space for himself between her legs. She watched as he paused to look at her, appreciating his handiwork. Catching her gaze, he grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

  Then she had something to appreciate, as well. His body was hard, smooth. Sleek muscles bulged at his shoulders and layered in slabs down his abdomen. Tribal tattooes decorated his ribs.

  His eyes glittered as he enjoyed her attention. Erotically, he slid one hand down his front to rest over his fly. Mesmerized, her gaze followed that motion, kept following it as he moved his hand up and down, tracing the length of his cock. He was stiff, upright, nearly pressing up over the fastening of his jeans. Reaching inside, he stroked himself a few times.

  Then he pulled his hand out and nudged her gaze back to his. “We’re not ready for that yet. Soon, though, baby.”

  Leaning back on his heels, Wesley tucked his fingers into either side at the elastic waistband of her skirt and tugged. Baring her lower abdomen, he slid his mouth along the edge. Right at her center, he pushed his tongue in—almost, almost reaching her clit.

  Somehow, he’d kept a finger on that chain and stimulated it as he probed. Felicity needed, needed him to get there. With a groan, she arched up, seeking, but he pulled away again.

  And laughed, the bastard.

  Watching her, he tugged her skirt and thong a little lower, just enough to bare her clit. “Very pretty, baby. Very pretty.”

  He kept a finger hooked in that chain, kept torturing her nipples with it. Then he put his lips on her mons, just above her clit. He nuzzled her, kissed her, sucked her. Without warning, he put his hot, wet tongue right on her clit.

  “Oh. Oh.” Helplessly, with just that touch, she came. She shivered and rocked, rubbing herself against his tongue and jerking agains
t those wicked clamps on her nipples.

  Wes held still, letting her flail out the last of her orgasm. He helped at the end, grasping her clit with his lips and sucking a couple more hard shudders out of her.

  “Ahh. Ahh.”

  When she was done, he pressed his face into her belly, and she could feel his smile against her skin.

  “You sweet little bitch. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

  Chapter Eight

  Felicity moaned like she’d done something bad, and Wesley grinned again as he nuzzled her abdomen. She was freaking responsive, a natural sex toy, and she thought he was going to be unhappy about that.

  It was a game changer, though.

  That was okay. He liked games.

  He nipped at her, putting a little bruise on her sweet, bare mons, just above her clit. Like planting his flag on Mount Everest, he wanted his mark on her. So anyone else who happened by would know Wes had been there. Reinen would just have to suck it up.

  When he was done with his little show of possession, he came up over her, stiff-armed, looking at her. He used his knees to open her up a little more, and he knew that had the waistband of her skirt chafing back up over her clit. It took another nudge to get her looking at him, and he loved that she was a little sheepish about it.

  “New plan, baby, since you seem to have no control over yourself.”

  She flushed, embarrassed. He’d fucking hit the jackpot, and he knew it. But here she was, feeling like she’d been in the wrong. He’d have to correct her about that.

  Later.

  “We won’t see how long I can hold you hovering on the edge before I shove my cock into your cunt and make you scream. We’ll see how many times I can make you come before that happens.”

  He ran a finger along the chain, just lightly stimulating her. “How does that sound?”

  She wasn’t an idiot, and she was getting that he was a happy man. That she’d pleased him. “Like fun for you,” she said, dryly.

  He chuckled and tugged the chain a litle harder. “Shall we see who begs for mercy first?”

  Her eyes twinkled and she tried to yawn like she was bored, but she couldn’t quite pull it off. He thought about shoving his cock into that laughing mouth, but then she’d win, for sure.

  So, manning up, he went back to his knees. Roughly, he tugged her skirt down under her ass, pulled her legs out of it, and tossed it aside.

  That worked out good. Her pretty pussy was covered by just a wisp of white satin. The side bands of the thong rode low on each hip, the middle one disappearing up the center of her ass. It made a very pretty picture, and he didn’t mind if she saw the appreciation on his face.

  He had just a taste of her on his lips—he was going to need more, and damn soon. Now, in fact.

  Giving her one dark look, he went down on her. He settled his shoulders between her thighs, nudging them wide. Then he put his mouth on that white satin.

  He moaned as he tasted her through it. She was already damp there, where she’d ridden his leg. She tasted sweet. Tasted like his. Groaning again with the pleasure of it, he dug in.

  He stroked her clit beneath the satin and sucked it into his mouth. He pushed his tongue into her cunt, drawing the satin with him. Needing more, he tugged the thong aside and had her, lips on her bare clit, tongue fucking her pussy. He kept one hand on her belly, a couple fingers working that chain. He used his other hand to finger-fuck her when he went back to her clit.

  She was hot already, bucking, drawing her legs up to let his fingers in. Panting, whimpering, she gave herself to him.

  He didn’t hold back. He fucked that tight pussy—fucking tight, he couldn’t wait to get his dick in there—hard with three fingers and drew on her clit, taking it into his mouth and chafing it with his tongue. She went over, humping against his hand, his mouth. Her body wracked, the bed shuddering as she fought her bindings. She made the sweetest sounds, all helpless, feminine need.

  Wes loved it. He loved her.

  But he wasn’t fucking done with her.

  He crawled up her to kiss her mouth, but she was busy still gasping for air.

  “I’m done. Please. Enough.”

  He held her jaw and brushed his lips over hers. “No, baby.”

  “Wesley.”

  Cradling her face, he captured her gaze. He couldn’t hold back the tease in his voice. “Are you going to disappoint me?”

  Felicity huffed out a breath. “If you fuck me, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

  Wes laughed in triumphant pleasure. “No, I don’t expect I will.” He stroked his hand into her hair, tugging just a little. “But I’m not going to make it easy on you.”

  He kissed her, long and hard, then lifted up to look at her. “I love you, Felicity.”

  She closed her eyes. “Wesley.”

  He kissed her again. “I love this. I love how easily I can make you hot. I love how responsive you are. And when I fuck you for the first time, you’re going to remember it.”

  He looked at her once more, and she looked back. “Yes,” she said, full of meaning.

  He loved her. She loved him back. She’d remember this. He took her to mean all those things in that one, solemn word.

  Determined to be sure of the last, he went back to his knees. He opened his jeans and let his cock out. “I went to medic and got tested the first day I kissed you. And I know what this means.” He touched her left arm, alongside her bicep, where she had a tiny scar. He knew she had an implantable birth control device. “I’m not planning to use a condom.”

  Felicity didn’t respond, maybe too distracted by the way he was stroking his cock. It wouldn’t take much to splat his cum all over her, but he didn’t have her where he wanted her. Yet.

  He picked up the vibrator and turned it on. First he hooked the chain with it, sending little tremors up to those two nipple clamps. She moaned just that fast. God, he loved how easily he could turn her on by playing with those spectacular tits.

  He had a goal now, though, and so he moved on. He kept a finger on the chain, but he moved the vibrator down to her clit and gave her a good buzz there. She liked that, too, moaning some more and spreading her legs for him again.

  “You like that, baby.”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  He drove her up with it until she was needy, panting, close to the edge. But he wasn’t going to let her get there this time. He moved the vibrator lower, so it pressed at the opening of her pussy. She wanted it all. She arched and rocked, begging for more.

  It wasn’t a vibrator she was going to have filling her pussy, though. Not when he had a pulsing, raging hard-on. He dribbled some lube onto it and then moved it lower. Circling her rear hole, he spread the lube around. She seemed to catch on to his intent. “Wes.”

  “Don’t worry, baby. Just let it in.” He pressed the tip in, opening her anal ring a little at a time. The vibrator wasn’t a small one—it was about the same size as his cock. Pretty soon, she was going to be way full.

  She knew it, too, and was fighting a little panic. Her breath turned anxious, jittery as he pushed further. “Oh.” Her moan was just a little edgy. “Mmm. Oh.”

  He worked it into her, stretching that tight ring, reaming her a little there. Then deeper, filling her with it. Her moans turned a little screechy, feral.

  Wes loved using a woman’s ass—it was gritty, with an edge of wickedness. A woman surrendered when she gave herself that way, demeaned herself just a bit.

  It let a man beat his chest.

  He was the conqueror, and she was admitting it. Allowing it.

  He’d fuck her there, and soon. But right now, he was going to bury himself in her fucking cunt.

  “Spread yourself for me,” he told her. “Open your pussy for me. Ride the vibrator with your ass and invite my dick into your cunt.”

  Felicity watched him as he spoke, following the movement of his mouth like she was almost too far gone to hear him. And bless her fucking heart, she did
what he asked. She flattened her back and drew her legs up, letting them fall open, totally presenting herself to him. Like he was her master and she wanted only to serve.

  Then she flexed and lifted a little, riding her ass down on the vibrator as he held it steady. She fucked the damn thing with her ass. Moaning now, and watching his eyes. All the time baring her cunt to him, all open and inviting.

  It was a pretty little cunny, too, bare and pink and moist, opening just a little with her movement on the vibrator. It was fucking ready for him, and he was fucking ready right back.

  Wes couldn’t be bothered to kick out of his jeans, but just shoved them down enough to give him some room to work. Then he put his cock right at that little opening and thrust in. The whole fucking way.

  She screeched a bit again. She was fucking tight and already stretched around the vibrator in her ass, and he should have been decent enough to work his way in a little gently.

  But, fuck, no. He went the whole damn way, and it about blew his head off. He’d never felt anything so freaking wild. She was so fucking hot and tight, her pussy gradually easing its sweet grip around him. He could feel the vibration from inside her, running the length of his cock, an added stimulation that had him rolling his eyes back in pleasure.

  He braced his hands on either side of her head, holding himself above her, and gave her an exultant grin that likely made him look half-crazy. Letting the weight of his hips sink lower onto her, he spread her legs further open. He was pressed so far into her, had her so far open that he knew every motion would work her clit.

  Watching her, he withdrew and shoved back in. He liked the way that made her tits jiggle, and he—thoughtfully, in his opinion—pulled the chain from the nipple clamps up to anchor it with one thumb. That pulled just enough to bring her nipples up a little, and he liked the look of that just fine, too.

  Rolling his head in pleasure, he took it all in—the sweet clasp of that hot pussy and the subtle vibration. The look of her tits thrust up, the nipples a little red and angry now after all that time with the clamps pinching down. The look on her face—a bit desperate, strained, a little, like she knew what was coming and both needed and feared it. And in her eyes—knowledge of her siren’s power and pride in it, challenge, neediness.