by Lynn Stark
Their worlds bound together. Avery’s body arched, taking every inch of Gilly’s cock into him. It hardened, stretched him, as he moaned and thrashed around, his heart feeling as if it were about to explode.
Stars shimmered behind his eyelids as he gasped for breath. Tremors shook his body. He had a cramp in his right foot.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
Gilly looked startled, and then confused, until he realized what was happening when Avery grasped his foot. He pulled free, laughing and shaking his head as he rolled off the bed.
“Well, I was hoping for some after-nooky cuddling.”
“My foot hurts.”
He rubbed his foot as Gilly went into the bathroom. When he came back out he was carrying a wet washcloth. Avery blushed, surprised the man wanted to care for him. He bit his tongue as he was gently tended to.
“I don’t have to start supper for another hour.” Gilly climbed back up on the bed, pulling the covers over them both. “Now we can get down to the after-nooky cuddling.”
It didn’t take long before Avery fell asleep. As he did so he thought about how right it felt to find a part of himself.
Avery wondered if he could make the other three pieces fit.
Chapter Seven
Bliss wiggled her fingers and toes. Nothing was too tight. Everything was just right. Well, the way Colt had her tied to the bed was actually perfect. When she had insisted upon talking as he brought out the tie-downs from their hiding places beneath the bed, he had gotten a silky pink scarf and gagged her. The blindfold had come next, reducing her world to just the space she was occupying.
Now she was stretched spread eagle, on display for Colt’s pleasure, as well as her own. She loved to be tied down, leather around her wrists, waist, and ankles, everything exposed for her lovers’ perusal.
He had chosen to use the chains, so there was the weight and the sound of them rattling against the rings they were attached to. She was fastened tightly. There was little wiggle room. Her fingers curled around the silky cloth pressed into her hand. She would drop it if her Dom did something which was encroaching upon her hard limit. They had been together so long that he knew her limits very well. Still, it represented trust on both their parts. She trusted him to push her, not to go beyond what she could handle. He trusted her not to let him mete out more than she could endure simply to satisfy his darker needs.
Though Bliss could already feel the excitement running through her veins as she anticipated what was to come, she knew her pleasure would increase tenfold once Colt began. The ache in her pussy spread to her thighs. They quivered. Creamy juices flowed from between the swollen lips of her sex. She hoped he put a clamp on her clit. Just the thought made her moan. Anticipation thrummed through her body.
There was no point in trying to see through the scarf so she kept her eyes closed. She listened, but heard nothing. Colt could move like a cat. She couldn’t hear him breathing. With the soundproofed walls she couldn’t hear anything beyond them. There was her own breathing, the thumping of her heart, the rush of it in her ears. It was difficult, but she bit down on the gag to swallow. The cloth absorbed some of it. She refocused, listening, and found the ticking of the clock on the mantel, the soft rush of hot air coming through the registers.
Bliss was so focused that the first lash of the leather strap across her upper thigh came as a shock. Her entire body jerked against the restraints. The sting was intense and left her gasping for breath. The moment the sharp sensation began to recede, the warmth of blood surging into the wounded strip of skin, there was another sharp snap of leather on skin.
The closer Colt struck to her pussy, the more intense her pleasure. The initial shock had worn off and Bliss was now focused on two things. She pushed back her orgasm. It was imminent and she didn’t want to come so soon. Endorphins were giving her a rush. She zeroed in on the sensations running through her brain and body. She breathed in deeply and relaxed, completely losing herself as the strap continued to kiss along her thighs, her naked pussy, her stomach, and breasts.
She was barely aware of the moment when Colt stopped. Any movement, any sound, was on the periphery of that awareness. Her body felt vividly alive from the tips of her toes to her fingertips. The swollen flesh between her thighs was ripe, dripping creamy juices. She could smell her own scent, her arousal.
A low, raw moan of pleasure pushed past the gag in her mouth when Bliss felt wax dripping onto the center of her body. She trembled with pleasure as the wax was drizzled from her navel to her left nipple, across the valley between to her right nipple. She wanted to come. She wanted to scream her pleasure. But it wasn’t time yet. Colt wasn’t finished with her. Oh, no, he would finish in a way which would leave her begging for more.
When the wax was drizzled over her pussy Bliss’s control shattered into a million pieces. Wrists and ankles jerked at the leather cuffs. Chains clacked against the rings they were attached to. A scream echoing the pleasure she had been holding deep inside was pulled from her. Her body bucked and twisted against the restraints as wave after wave of fiery ribbons wound through her.
Bliss knew it wasn’t long before Colt began removing the blindfold and gag, though it felt like forever. She was still floating, still somewhere very far away. Again, everything seemed to be on the outside, as if she were in a bubble or cocoon. Cuffs were unfastened. The belt around her waist dropped away. Chains slid, were hidden in cleverly disguised wooden bins beneath the bed.
Then strong, gentle hands were there, caring for her.
“Are you there, baby?”
Bliss didn’t open her eyes. A smile curved her mouth. “Yes, I’m here. Where’s Clarissa?”
Colt chuckled. “She’s trying to seduce Gilly.”
Though it took every ounce of effort she could summon, Bliss opened her eyes. The handsome face of the man she loved was mere inches from hers. “Really?”
“Yes. At this moment she is in the kitchen wearing her favorite black corset.”
“I hope she wore a red lace thong with it. He won’t be able to resist.” She giggled.
Bliss then moaned as Colt began to soothe her skin with cream. He would give her all the attention she needed, never rushing through it. The night he had gone to see what Gilly and Avery were up to had been an exception. It was the only time she could remember that he had left them during a scene.
It had been a week since Colt had told Gilly that they needed to take time to decide whether they, he and Avery, wanted to be a part of their family. It hadn’t really gone as planned. Gilly was the only one who had listened. Avery, going on the defensive, had refused to listen, to talk to Colt about the older man’s fears. He had all but ignored Colt’s existence since then and she doubted it would get any better. The brothers had found a house in Silver and were, at that moment, filling it with furnishings from the secondhand store. No one knew if Avery was going with them.
Gilly, however, was staying. He had told them a few days ago. He was also in the process of trying to convince Avery to stay. They spent most of their free time together, their nights, too. Though he hadn’t said anything, she believed he was doing his best to show how good it could be between them all.
They were all hurting. Bliss and Clarissa felt very guilty about bringing this pain to the man they loved, to the other two men they were beginning to love. All they had wanted to do was give Colt everything he needed to be complete. If it had only been Gilly, as they had intended, it would have worked out well. Having Avery tossed unexpectedly into the mix had really changed the dynamics. But how could they have ignored his blatant sexuality or the instantaneous attraction? They couldn’t.
Still, they had never meant to hurt Colt and he was more than hurting. He was suffering. Though they had played together as they always had, there was definitely something missing. It was as if his mind, and heart, weren’t fully involved in what they were doing. Bliss wished Avery would decide soon. If he chose to leave then Colt could begin to heal. If not, it was o
“Stop,” Colt told her firmly, his fingers around her chin. His dark eyes were filled with understanding and the great calm which always seemed to surround him. He rarely became angry. He was very slow to give in to the emotion. But, wow, when his ire was up she knew enough to stay out of his way, though he had never directed it either Clarissa or herself. “It’ll settle itself soon enough. I’ll accept whatever Avery decides. It’s his happiness we have to concentrate on, not what we will be losing.”
And wasn’t that just like Colt. The big, bad Dom had a heart of gold and it wouldn’t let him hurt another.
When a tear slipped from the corner of Bliss’s eye Colt was there to kiss it away. He started to roll back to turn off the bedside lamp when she stopped him. “No need.” He frowned until she clapped her hands and the light went off.
“You did not just do that.” There was a warning growl in his voice.
Bliss knew what that meant. Even as she was drawn into strong arms a large hand smacked her bare ass. Sighing with pleasure, she snuggled against his wide chest, and then began giggling as she thought of the disgusted expression on his handsome face.
She thought he would smack her ass again, but he finally chuckled and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head.
“I’m very glad I came to my senses,” Colt murmured into her hair. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kissed his chest and closed her eyes, ready for some sleep.
* * * *
Clarissa stalked Gilly around the kitchen. The man was always in the room. If he wasn’t preparing a meal, he was experimenting with different chocolate recipes for his new shop. The house now smelled heavenly. What better scent was there than that of chocolate?
“Come on, Gilly. Stand still. I won’t hurt you.”
“Much,” he muttered as he skillfully avoided her while whisking egg whites in a bowl. “I can’t stop now. I’m trying to make an angel food cake.”
“Oh, screw the cake,” Clarissa cried, lunging for him. “I want you to fuck me right now.”
Gilly stopped, stared at her, and then set the bowl aside. Her heart began to pound in her chest. “You’re a bossy little bottom. You need your ass spanked.”
Creamy juices flowed, captured by the thong she wore. She liked the fact that Gilly was a switch. She loved it when he finally reached his limit with hers or Bliss’s teasing and let them have it. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
“Here, now!”
She couldn’t really argue with him. She had been chasing him. Now that he had stopped she couldn’t go running in the opposite direction. She had no desire to do so. Walking seductively in his direction, noting how his gaze admired the provocative sway of her hips, she stopped in front of him.
“Across my lap.”
Draping herself over his lap with practiced ease, Clarissa waited for Gilly’s next move. It wasn’t long in coming. He gave her ass four sharp smacks, two on each rounded ass cheek, before ripping the thong and tossing it aside. The hand which he had placed between her shoulder blades to balance her moved beneath. He pinched and pulled each of her nipples. She bit back her moans of pleasure as she anticipated what he would do next. A hand spread her legs and fingers pushed into her drenched pussy. He thrust them in and out, tormenting her, before he withdrew them completely to travel upward to play with the tight rosette of her asshole. He had fucked her pussy several times since his arrival at the ranch, but hadn’t fucked her ass. Trembling, wanting to feel his thick cock buried in her dark channel, she waited breathlessly as he teased her opening and pulled at her nipple.
The dual sensations were cranking her arousal up to a fevered pitch. Clarissa moaned and squirmed on Gilly’s lap, her ass thrusting against his hand. She almost thanked him when he pushed a slick finger into her ass and began working it.
Once Gilly had prepared her to his satisfaction he stood, lifting her easily, to drape her over the table by the wall. A smile curved her mouth. It wasn’t the first time she had been in this position on this table. Colt was very creative. There were tables, chairs, and hooks hanging from the ceiling. The kitchen was full of flat surfaces and utensils and he had the talent to put them all to good use.
She giggled as Gilly used rope he found in a drawer to tie her to the table. A hand smacked her ass, but she didn’t protest. There was nothing like just the right amount of sting to get her blood going. Binding her was a good place for a beginner to start. He checked the tightness around her wrists and ankles. Nothing was too tight, but tight enough to prevent her from wriggling free. Not that she wanted to. Hell no! She was more than willing to help him with his training. Colt was likely very pleased.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty pink asshole,” Gilly told her, making her quiver as he ran his finger down the cleft of her ass, down to her juicy pussy. He dipped his fingers into it before rubbing her hard little clit. She shivered with pleasure and moaned as his fingers retraced its course. She heard foil rip and knew her asshole would soon be stretched by his cock. “You won’t come until I’ve given you permission. You’re mine.”
Clarissa closed her eyes in pleasure. She liked seeing this new side of Gilly. While he wasn’t in any way a pushover, he was still gentle and easygoing. Colt would be able to work with him. Though she didn’t necessarily want a mini Colt, the two men would complement each other. Colt would help him develop his particular skills and she was more than willing to help in the endeavor.
Biting her lip as the spongy head of Gilly’s cock worked its way into her tight, dark channel, Clarissa focused completely on the intimate joining of their bodies. Her toes curled in her shoes. The muscles in her thighs twitched. She pushed back, offering herself to him completely. Stretched, filled inch by inch, she quivered from head to toe as pleasure radiated outward.
Gilly grasped her tightly by the hips and began to thrust powerfully into her body, fucking her as hard as he could. Naughty, dirty words left his lips. A thrill shot through her. She loved to be spoken dirty to while having naughty, dirty things done to her body.
“Your asshole looks so beautiful wrapped around my cock,” Gilly told her, increasing the fire in her veins. She wriggled and pressed her hips back. “I could fuck you like this for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”
She gave him extra points when he slapped her ass. The sting and burn pushed her closer to the edge. She smiled and wriggled again. Another slap and she bit her lip. When she felt the cock harden in her asshole, she knew it would only be a matter of moments before Gilly came. She waited for it, anticipated the pleasure she would receive when he spilled his cum into her body.
A shout of pleasure accompanied the slamming, jerking movements of the man pounding his flesh into hers. “Come for me!” Gilly groaned as he slapped her ass one last time.
Clarissa came. She splintered apart, her arms and legs jerking against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure burned along her veins. She panted, sweat trickling from her temple to the corner of her mouth. She licked it away as she tried to catch her breath.
The heat was lingering in her body. The ends of nerves were still buzzing pleasantly. So when strong fingers wound into her hair and yanked her head back, Clarissa yelped in surprise. It only lasted a moment, until a long thick cock was shoved without ceremony into her stretched asshole. Her back arched, her arms pulling against the restraint.
Colt. Ah, the man wanted it down and dirty. Good. Clarissa rose up on her toes to help ease the height difference. His heavy balls hit her clit, slapping it with each thrust. Her body revived quickly, the fire in her veins beginning to burn hotly once more. Trembling, she couldn’t stop the mewling which left her lips.
She didn’t want to compare the two men, but she did so. While Gilly had proven very skillful, there had still been a sense of hesitancy. It would pass, of course. He would learn that she wouldn’t break if he treated her roughly. He would learn that she actually loved it rough, hence the bindings, the spankings, etc. Yes, he would learn.
Colt, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate. He had mastered his technique long ago and she was reaping the benefits. The fingers in her hair tightened. Her nipples became impossibly hard, aching, as her pussy began producing copious amounts of creamy juices.
The moment he reached between her legs to tug on her clit Clarissa came apart at the seams. Ecstasy exploded into a million silvery strands. They glittered and twisted behind her eyelids as she screamed her pleasure. The cock tormenting her dark channel hardened into steel.
Colt’s shout of pleasure came to her from a distance as she collapsed onto the table, her body slick with perspiration, her breaths bursting from between her lips as she tried to collect her senses.
Clarissa couldn’t help but compare the care the men gave her afterward on the table, to a turkey being prepared for a holiday dinner. She was stretched out on it, a thick layer of towels beneath her, as they wiped away sweat and replaced it with a lightly scented lotion. She was slathered from head to toe. Her skin felt wonderful by the time they were finished.
“I’ll take her upstairs,” Colt told Gilly. He chuckled. “You can get back to that angel food cake.”
“Clarissa was very distracting.”
“She and Bliss can be like that. Feel free to use the appropriate punishment necessary, if either of them distract you from creating one of your marvelous concoctions again.”
Gilly chuckled again. “I’ll do that.” He winked at her.
Powerful arms lifted her from the table. Colt cradled Clarissa close to his wide chest, giving her a smile which never failed to melt her heart. How had she managed to meet such a wonderful man? He might not be perfect, but he was close to it. As a Dom he satisfied her needs as a submissive with single-minded intent. Having experienced her share of Dominant wannabes, others driven by sadistic need, Clarissa knew the difference between men.
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