Pieces of Stronghold

by Golden Angel

  "Now, sweetheart, you're all ours."

  The husky rasp in Justin's voice made her shiver as her sodden thong was ripped off of her hips. The boys did like destroying her underwear. But they always bought her new ones.

  Fingers pushed into her pussy and ass, hard flesh and wiry hair pressed against her buttocks and breasts. Her holes clenched, unable to stop the lubricated intruders as she was stretched. Hot mouths left kisses across her collarbone, her shoulders, the nape of her neck. They sucked, pulled at her skin, not allowing her to shake off the after effects of her orgasm, flooding her with a barrage of pleasure.

  By the time their fingers slid out of her, she was already limp. There was no resistance as their hard cocks replaced their fingers, filling up her needy holes. Jessica moaned, her head falling back to rest on Justin's shoulder as they lifted her legs up. The stool clattered to the floor, no longer needed as she was pressed between them, held up by their hands and cocks.

  She was so gloriously full, brimming with pleasure along every single one of her nerve endings. Her men were all around her, inside of her, surrounding her with their bodies and their heated groans as they began to pump their hips. The twin assault of their cocks was always the height of ecstasy for her. To be filled with both of them, gripping them simultaneously with her pussy and ass, was erotic decadence.

  Crying out their names, her tension unraveled as her rapture peaked. Hot liquid bathed her insides, and the three of them swayed together, joined together, by their bodies, their pleasure, and their love.

  Chapter 12 - Leigh and Jared

  Self-consciously, Leigh looked up at Jared as Mike - everyone here called him Master Michael, but she and Angel always called him Mike - coaxed a laughing Kate out onto the dance floor. Jared had met up with her, Angel and Adam as soon as they'd arrived at the club and hadn't left her side since. Leigh knew that he didn't expect anything from her, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel a little awkward. After all, here they were in this sex club, and here she was standing next to this extremely hot guy, who made her feel small and delicate and intensely feminine, not to mention turned on, and she had no idea what to do. It didn't help that they'd basically been abandoned, now that Mike and Kate had left them.

  "This is my first New Year’s Eve in six years that I haven't spent with Michael," she blurted out.

  Some guys might get pissed off that she was bringing up her ex. Some guys might feel threatened by it, especially when they were out on another non-date (this wasn't a date... right?).

  Jared just smiled and slid his arm around her waist, moving slightly so that he could lean on his other arm, his elbow resting on the bar table. "Feels weird, doesn't it?"

  She'd known he'd understand her need to talk about it. No one else really got it. Angel's go-to response was to scowl and point out that Leigh was better off without him anyway. Which might be true, but it didn't make her feel any better when she just wanted to talk about it. To get the thoughts out of her head.

  "Yeah." She fiddled with the edge of the cocktail napkin under her drink. "Did you and Marissa have any New Year’s Eve traditions?"

  "Not really. We always spent it together when she was around, but she wasn't always. Last year, I was on my own, but the year before that, she was in town. We weren't here, of course. You and Michael had traditions?"

  "Sort of. It wasn't really a tradition... it was just that we'd always take a little bit of time to talk about the past year and what we wanted in the year to come." She shrugged, although there was a little ache in the left side of her chest that reminded her she wasn't quite as unaffected as she wanted to be. While there were plenty of things to be angry at Michael about or disappointed in him for, there had been some really good things too. "Usually on the car ride to wherever we were celebrating."

  "Ah." Jared's smile twisted slightly. "I don't think that conversation would have gone well for Marissa and me. 'I hope you get hit by a bus this year' probably wouldn't have gone over well."

  Laughing, Leigh smacked his shoulder. "You would never say that."

  "Oh I said it," he said a little ruefully. Leigh stared at him, a bit shocked. It didn't seem at all like the kind of thing he would say. He was such a gentle giant, despite his muscular frame and large size; even though he was the club's bouncer, she just had so much trouble picturing him being violent. "I wished it too. There have been times when it just seemed like it would be easier. I wouldn't have to hurt her feelings, I wouldn't have to stress over it... she'd just be gone, and she'd never be coming back."

  Empathy welled up inside of her. Gently, she put one hand on his forearm, looking up into his dark, chocolate eyes. There was a torment in them that plucked at her heart, resonating through her because she knew exactly what he was talking about. "I feel the same way about Michael. I mean, I don't want him dead... I want him to be happy, but sometimes I wish that he would go away and never come back. Because it feels impossible to move on when there's always that chance..."

  "Exactly. Except that knowing she's out there, walking around... it's like a heavy weight hanging over me every day, especially if I haven't heard from her in a while. Because she always comes back. Like herpes."

  "Oh my god, how much have you been drinking?" Leigh asked, bursting into giggles. She expected that kind of comment from Olivia, not Jared. Leaning forward she tried to peer into his cup, and he pulled it away from her, but not before she smelled the strong fumes. Whew! "What is that, a triple?"

  "Something like that," he said. "What about you... are you drunk yet?"

  "No, but I could probably get there with a little help." She grinned up at him. Getting drunk together and forgetting about their exes for the night sounded... well it sounded perfect.

  Grinning back at her, Jared turned and leaned across the bar. Mistress Lisa was there immediately, as if he'd telepathically summoned her. That or it was possible the Domme was just as interested as everyone else was about what was going down between Leigh and Jared. Leigh had noticed quite a few people looking over at them contemplatively. Maybe wondering where Marissa was. Wondering if Leigh and Jared were there together, or if they were just together by default because their friends were all paired off right now. She saw Andrew heading downstairs with a pretty, brunette submissive, although he also scowled in Mike's direction on the dance floor as he passed by. Kate's back was to him, but Mike just shot him a mocking grin and then looked back at Andrew's ex.

  Seeing how Andrew and Kate had interacted together, she couldn't help but wonder if that's how she'd be with Michael one day. Not right now. The few times she and Michael had seen each other, it had been like she'd slipped back on her old skin. They'd talked and basically acted like nothing had changed, except that they didn't touch. Although he'd given her a little kiss at the end of each meeting. On the lips. Which always made her yearn for more. She liked to think that it was because he missed her too.

  Angel said it was probably because he liked to make sure Leigh hadn't moved on from him yet.

  The truth was probably somewhere in between, she admitted to herself.

  She'd always thought of herself as a very hopeful person, a very romantically minded person, but this particular break-up with Michael had left her feeling cynical. Even a little jaded. Mostly because it had gone on for much longer than any of their previous breaks before. She suspected that was largely in part because she'd gone and slept with someone else.

  Well, a couple of someone elses now, but she'd known when she'd taken that first step that it would be a stumbling block for Michael. He'd wanted to see other people, that was why they'd broken up again, just like every other time, but he'd apparently thought she'd stick to her holding pattern of waiting for him to come back. Instead, this time, she'd wanted to make him swallow his pride and choose her for herself. Not just because she was there. Sex with someone else had forced that. And so far, Michael hadn't been able to get over the fact that she'd now had sex with more people.

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  Her lips quirked as Jared turned back to her, holding out a glass. She could already tell that it was a Manhattan. Her favorite. Not that he'd ever asked what her favorite was; he just knew. Because he watched her, had seen what she always ordered when she was here, and remembered.

  Comparing the way Jared treated her to the way Michael had treated her was another reason Leigh had become cynical. She'd been in love with Michael for years, but he hadn't made her feel as special as a guy that she had only known for a few months and wasn't even sure she was dating. At least, he hadn't for a really long time, and she couldn't keep justifying his current behavior with the way he'd been in the past.

  It was keeping her strong. Keeping her from her old habit of trying to talk Michael into getting back together. When he'd kissed her, she hadn't returned it. Hadn't pressed back, hadn't put her hands on his shoulders, hadn't tried to make it into something more. And she hadn't called him either. Not for weeks. The last time they'd broken up she'd called him every three days like clockwork. Now, when she got the urge, she texted Jared.

  She knew she was using him as a bit of a crutch, leaning on him, but he leaned on her too. They both felt more comfortable talking to each other than anyone else. It didn't hurt that she really, truly liked him. Every time he did something sweet, her heart cracked just a little and made her wonder what would happen if they did do something more than just 'hang out' and pseudo-date. Her little belly-tingling crush felt like it was turning into something more.

  Being around him made her happy in a way that she hadn't felt in far too long. And she wanted more of it.

  ******

  The way Leigh's eyes were shining up at him made him feel ridiculously good. Maybe it was silly to get all puffed up over a little thing like getting her the drink he knew she favored, but how could he not when she looked at him like he'd just slayed a dragon for her? It felt damn good to be appreciated for the little things.

  And it didn't hurt that the woman staring up at him like he was some kind of hero looked so hot that he'd been trying to hide his erection pretty much since she'd walked in. She was wearing an amber colored sheath dress that made her skin and hair glow, but didn't take away from her "girl next door" look at all. It snugly hugged her bottom and showed off her breasts, which were a pert, little handful, but wasn't overtly showy like a lot of the dresses other women in the club were wearing. The tight skirt hugged her hips and ass, making it hard to keep his hands to himself.

  She had an incredibly spankable ass, and she didn't show it off nearly enough.

  Then again, considering where they were, maybe she didn't want to. A dress like that looked gorgeous, but it also had a subtle "hands off" signal for everyone in the club. It didn't leave any part of her easily accessible. Quite a few of the women were wearing dresses like that tonight, and Jared had noticed that there were more people on the dance floor and in the main part of the club than usual. People wanted to party, not play.

  "Thank you," she said, before pursing her lips around the straw.

  Jared tried not to think about what else her lips would look good pursed around. It wasn't exactly easy, but he didn't really know where they were in terms of a relationship... they had some kind of relationship, but it was caught somewhere between friends and dating. He liked spending time with Leigh. He liked doing being her shoulder to lean on and someone that she could talk to when she didn’t feel like she could talk to anyone else. He was attracted to her. And she fulfilled a part of him that never got satisfaction when he'd been with Marissa.

  But he also wasn't sure that she could satisfy the parts of him that Marissa had.

  He was starting to hope that she could.

  It wasn't exactly the easiest conversation to bring up though, especially because he didn't know if her head was in the same place. Not that he was much of a talker anyway, although talking to Leigh was easier than talking to just about anyone else. Even though they hadn't known each other that long, she understood where he was coming from in a way that their other friends couldn't.

  Plus, she didn't make a face or give him scornful looks when he talked about Marissa. She didn't make him feel like his feelings for Marissa were stupid or easily dismissed just because Marissa could be a giant bitch. She didn't judge him for staying with Marissa for so long.

  It was something he couldn't get from anyone else in his life.

  He was hoping a little liquid courage would help him loosen up tonight. Make it easier to talk to Leigh about how much he liked to spend time with her. How he'd like to spend more time with her and maybe not just as friends. They'd also have to have a talk about his other needs too though. The ones he wasn't sure she'd be into, no matter how often she'd come to Stronghold. After all, it wasn't like she was scening here.

  When he'd found out that she had high blood sugar and had been eating way too many of the cookies he'd made her... well he'd wanted to threaten to spank her that night if she pulled something like that again. He had to bite his tongue constantly to keep from asking if she was eating right and going to the gym, to check in and make sure she was taking care of herself. Especially since she'd admitted that she didn't keep up with her health the way she should, and he'd become particularly alert to Angel's probing questions about the same things. It chafed a little that Angel was watching out for Leigh when part of him wanted to be the one doing that, but he couldn't because it wasn't his place. The same reason he hadn't threatened to spank her.

  He wasn't her boyfriend. They weren't even technically dating. While there were a lot of little things that he could do to take care of her, certain lines couldn't - shouldn't - be crossed. That was where his relationship with Marissa had always failed. While she loved being dominated in the bedroom and loved having him take care of her outside of it, she was unwilling to hand over the reins for any discipline. When he'd wanted to spank her for breaking a date with him or arriving late or any other of the numerous little selfish and rude tricks she pulled, she'd safe word. She wouldn't allow him to discipline her.

  So he'd only ever gotten part of what he needed.

  Leigh appreciated being taken care of in a way that Marissa never had, but could she deal with the rest of it? Would she love being dominated in the bedroom? Would she accept a disciplinary spanking as part of the package when it came to being taken care of?

  He didn't want to be a Daddy Dom, but he was willing to admit that there were aspects of that kink that definitely appealed. But Leigh was a newbie to the scene, and what he wanted could be kind of... smothering.

  "So what do you want out of this year?" he asked her. He wasn't entirely sure if he should, since it was something that she'd done with her ex, but she smiled at him encouragingly, apparently happy he'd asked.

  "I want... to figure out what I want."

  "Deep."

  "Oh you know me, I'm super deep." Her eyes twinkled as she took another sip of her drink, turning her body more towards him. Her knee brushed his thigh and he couldn't help but put his hand out, resting it on her leg. While his fingers landed on top of her skirt, his thumb hit bare skin. Leigh didn't flinch or move away, and he started rubbing circles against her smooth thigh with his thumb, both of them pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "I'm just not sure that what I thought I wanted is what I actually want. When Michael broke up with me, I just kept thinking that all I wanted was for him to come back and apologize and grovel and say that he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. Now... even if he did that, I don't know that it would be enough. He's really good at saying the words I want to hear, but he doesn't act like what he says. You know?"

  "Yeah, Marissa is like that too," he said, looking at her with sympathy.

  "You know that song, 'More Than Words?' I played that for him once and asked him what he would do if he couldn't say 'I’m sorry, I love you' and just make everything better that way. If he had to actually do something to show it how sorry he was or how much he loved me. And he just kind of stood there look
ing at me, like I was crazy."

  "You're not crazy. 'I love you' practically means nothing to me now. Same with 'I'm sorry.' I feel like I've heard those phrases so often they've lost all meaning."

  Leigh smiled at him with relief, the expression on her face showing her thought clearly - he gets it. Which was exactly how Jared felt about her.

  "So yeah. I want to figure out what I want. Because right now I don't know."

  "Do you want to get back together with him eventually?" Jared asked curiously. Curious because he wanted to know for himself... not just because he cared about Leigh and thought maybe there was something there between them, but also curious because it was like watching someone else in his situation make the same decision that he knew he'd have to face again one day. Because Marissa really did always come back. So far he'd made the same decision every time.

  But what would Leigh do?

  "I don't know. I don't know if we can get back what we were. I always thought we could... but now I feel kind of naive for thinking that."

  "Not naive. Hopeful. Optimistic." It was one of his favorite things about her. She was like a fresh ray of sunshine, tempting him to crawl out from under his rock and bask in her warmth.

  "And getting more jaded every day," she joked back. Taking the straw out of her drink, she brought the glass to her lips and tipped her head back, downing the last third of it in one gulp. But there was a brightness to her eyes that hadn't been there a moment ago, as if she'd taken his words to heart. "Come on, let's go dance."

  Oh good. He'd really been hoping to provide the entire club with entertainment tonight.

  Sarcasm, sarcasm, sarcasm.

  On the other hand, if he made Leigh smile, it would be worth it.

  ******

  She couldn't breathe. It hurt too much. Her ribs felt like they were cracking. Her chest felt like it was on fire.

  Clinging to Angel's arm, they leaned on each other to keep from falling over. Tears streamed down her face, and she waved her hands futilely in front of her, as if to ward off the awful sight.