In the Middle
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Rob shook his head. “Not bloody likely. I told Daniel’s sisters we were going to be doing that.”
“So that means we shouldn’t?”
“Exactly. They’ll go there to prank your car, thinking they’ll have time to do a good thorough job. And sadly we won’t be showing up. You’ll have to wait, Louise.”
Well, at least he’s not making me wear some kind of remote control toy while I wait this time. She glanced sidelong at Daniel. Of course, I can still tease him.
“Take your clothes off, Daniel. Or at least your pants and underwear.”
Daniel looked surprised for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face. “Yes, Mistress.” He kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his pants and boxers.
She leaned over and gave Daniel’s hardening cock a squeeze. “How long does the trip take?” She asked Rob, although she already knew the answer.
“Two hours or so,” Rob told her.
“That’s a long time to be on the edge, isn’t it?” She smiled at Daniel, stroking him softly up and down. His cock filled her fist nicely now, and she couldn’t get her fingers to touch without squeezing him painfully.
“You would know better than I,” Rob replied. Daniel stifled a laugh. It wasn’t the answer she’d been looking for, but then, Rob didn’t always take her side when it came to Daniel. Oh well, I was asking mostly to have Daniel hear the question anyway.
She leaned over and took Daniel into her mouth.
* * * *
By the time they got to the hotel, Daniel’s cock was hard and aching, and Louise had licked more precum off him than he thought possible. Sometimes she’d swirl her finger at the tip of his cock where it was the most sensitive and her touch could be almost painful, and then dip her finger in his mouth for him to lick. It was embarrassing and somehow an incredible turn-on.
He hadn’t been sure about Rob, but it had all worked out. He found he enjoyed watching Louise serve, even when he wasn’t involved at all, and he wasn’t sure why. And Rob was surprisingly willing to bend and talk things out when Daniel did have an issue, to the point where Daniel wasn’t sure which of the three of them got their way most in their relationship. But in the bedroom, the direction of power was clear. Where once he thought he would be eternally battling Rob, he now knew the man had his back, just as he did Louise’s. He could trust Rob.
Louise left his underwear in the car, but he was allowed to pull his pants back up. She obviously had something in mind. Something she wanted him to be turned on for, which aroused him still more. Possibly something painful. Definitely something different.
“When you get inside, I want your clothes off immediately. I’ll be undressing in another room, and Rob will help me.”
Daniel bit his lip. “Rob will help me.” That was the hardest part, when it seemed like they were conspiring against him. But he’d also found that when the two of them huddled and talked, he often liked the results. I love them both, although not in the same way. And they love me. Rob is family; Louise is my lover.
The hotel suite was huge and had a sitting room with a large TV in it that was separate from the bedroom. Rob and Louise disappeared through the bedroom door. He stripped off his clothes and waited. After a minute, he decided that perhaps he should kneel for her, so he did. The rug wasn’t as soft on the knees as the one at home, but it would suffice.
Then Louise came out alone. Her wedding dress was gone, and she wore some dazzling lingerie, all in ivory with little pearls along the bra straps of her merry widow and on the suspenders that held her white stockings up. She wore spiked heels, which normally would have held his attention, but his gaze was fixed higher, at the white dildo that protruded from her mound. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he could see the swollen lips of her pussy underneath it. He wasn’t the only one who was turned on, and he suspected she had been for a while from the way her voice had turned husky in the car.
She walked in front of him. She waved it in his face. “Suck it, lover.”
Obediently he wrapped his lips around it and started to give her a blowjob. He wasn’t sure what it was doing for her. Was she getting off on the humiliation aspect of it? If the plastic cock had nerves, he’d have found it easier to be enthusiastic or totally turned off, he wasn’t sure which. Still, if she thought it was hot to watch, he owed it to her to put on a show.
“That’s enough,” she said. “That doesn’t really do it for me, but you were there at the right level, and it distracted me. Bend over the couch, please? My husband.”
The warmth with which she said it melted his heart. He would have done what she asked anyway. He leaned over and waited. He understood now what she meant by taking his virginity. She’d put things in his ass before but always something in her hand; she’d never fucked him. Not like she was going to now.
He put his knees on the couch, bracing his head on the back of it, grabbing onto the back with his hands. He’d never suggested she try a strap-on because it wasn’t his place, and because he was worried it would make her look less feminine somehow. But she didn’t—not with the way her creamy thighs showed between her stockings and her corselet. Not with her wide hips. Not with her breasts half spilling over the top. She looked all woman as he bent his neck to look back at her. All woman but armed and dangerous.
She drizzled cool lube onto his tiny hole and let it flow down between his cheeks. She probed his ass with her fingers. She had her nails trimmed on her left hand, so that she could push inside without scratching. She held him open with the right, her nails sharp and digging into his flesh.
“I have an extra hand free tonight, my husband. But I still like it when you hold yourself open for me.”
He reached back and pulled his cheeks wide and was rewarded with the feeling of cool plastic at his entrance. He watched while she poured more lube, this time on the dildo. It was the longest thing she’d ever put inside him, ten inches at least. She pushed, and he opened for her.
She purred as she edged past the ring of muscles near his opening and started to slide in easier. “This rubs against my clit, husband.” She seemed to like using the word. “Feels pretty good. You don’t mind if I use you to get off, do you?”
“Not at all, Mistress.” He was being honest enough, but his cock was dripping precum onto the couch, and he could feel the pressure building in his balls. He knew he ought to tell her, but she sounded so into her own pleasure that he didn’t want to distract her.
She reached around and scraped a nail down his cock, and he stifled the urge to scream. My God, that was intense. “Don’t worry, my husband. I’ll tell you when you can come.”
She slid in deeper than he’d ever taken anything before, and still there seemed to be more. He wondered if he could take it all, but she pushed forward until he felt overfull. And then, blissfully, she started to withdraw, leaving his muscles to clutch after the dildo. Just a moment ago he thought it too much, but now he longed for its touch deep inside. She pushed back in, and he moaned. “Thank you, my wife,” he said.
“My pleasure,” she cooed. She retreated, ever so slowly, and then slammed into him, rocking him with her body. “Gotta make you ready for some rough treatment, hubby.”
He wondered what she had in mind that was rougher than that. He felt almost ripped open, but he missed her presence when she drew back. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening, and there was Rob, naked, hard. He watched Rob grab Louise’s hair, bent her forward over him, and then Daniel felt a jolt. He’s inside her. Must be inside her pussy, because no way could he take her ass like that without some prep. He thought he could feel the man’s balls brush against his backside. Three months ago, that would have spoiled it for him. Now he didn’t care. They were three. With all of them there, they were complete.
Rob rocked in and out of her; she thrust inside Daniel in response. Daniel thought about how the dildo pressed against her clit and moved his hips in rhythm, jolting her as much as he could despite the sweet agony
whenever he did so. Her breathing got faster, more desperate, her sighs and moans sweet music to him.
“Now, Louise, come,” Robert said harshly, and she shuddered against him.
“Now, Daniel, now.” She grabbed his cock with her left hand and yanked on it roughly, squeezing hard. He could feel her arm tremble as she jacked him, and it only took two hard strokes before he was coming hard, feeling like he could spurt twenty yards with the violence with which his orgasm overtook him.
Louise clawed at his shoulder, lines of pain blurring with his pleasure, and she screamed. Rob grunted and sighed. At last they all collapsed in a heap against the couch, panting to catch their breath, Louise’s strap-on still lodged deep inside him.
Rob moved back, and then Louise withdrew from him. Daniel turned and sat at one end of the couch. It took Louise a few seconds to take the dildo off, and then she curled up next to him. He held her close. Rob spooned in behind her.
She had the most perfect, most contented smile on her face, as if she was exactly where she belonged, there in the middle. Which means I too am exactly where I belong. We all are.
Loose Id Titles by Sindra van Yssel
A Haunted Romance
Dom and Domme
In the Middle
Purple Passion
Red Lust
Secretary for Two
The Barbarian and the Witch
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The BONDAGE RANCH Series
Roped In
Pushing Limits
Moving On
Sindra van Yssel
I live in Northern Virginia with my partner, my teenage son, and a lot of fish. For many years I was active in our local BDSM community. Yes, people really do the things people do in my books!
By day I work in a public library, where I get to meet all kinds of readers. I've a soft spot for happy endings and characters who learn more about themselves, but I enjoy torturing my characters along the way, too. Hopefully you'll enjoy watching them squirm as much as I do.
Table of Contents
Title page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Loose Id Titles by Sindra van Yssel
Sindra van Yssel