Elena’s eyes flew to Grant’s. What? Her heart started racing as her excitement turned to apprehension. Grant knew that she couldn’t come without the additional stimulus of clamps, or something, or anything! He’d shared that with Harrison, right? The promising evening had just turned to one of sexual frustration. She would never come the way Harrison wanted her to. She bit her lip as his cock shifted inside of her. He felt so good.
Elena had only had her eyes closed for a second so was startled to see Grant standing in front of her with what looked like a feather duster. It had a long black handle with a puff of red feathers on the end. He smiled tenderly and placed the soft material in between her breasts.
“Your heat alone could make me come within seconds,” Harrison whispered, his mouth just below her collar. His breath was hot and moist against her skin, creating a reaction that travelled down her spine. His hands were now caressing her sides as Grant continued to brush the feathers across her front. “Feel what we are doing to you, blossom. Feel the strokes across your nipples. Feel my cock deep inside your pussy. Do you feel yourself clamping down on me, trying to keep me inside of you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Elena wasn’t sure how she got those words out. Her body was coming alive in the most torturous fashion. Harrison lowered one hand to where her clit now jutted out, begging to be touched. She hissed when his fingers made contact, but the stroke was barely felt. She knew better than to tilt her hips forward, so Elena stayed where she was and endured their touch. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t ask for more. “Sir, please. Touch me harder.”
“And why would we do that? You should appreciate any touch that we deign to give you. Grant?”
“Feel how your body is responding to us, my sweet Elena. Close your eyes as I caress the feathers on the underside of your arms. Do you feel the light sensation?” Elena closed her eyes, loving the feelings they were invoking yet frustrated that they weren’t doing more. Harrison lifted her hips and gently started thrusting his cock in and out of her, while continually stroking her clit with a light touch. She felt herself slowly climb that precipice and knew the sweet torture wouldn’t go away this evening. They knew this would happen to her, yet still chose to make love to her this way. It was cruel. “Let your body become one with the pleasure.”
Harrison left a trail of warm moisture as his tongue trailed across her shoulder. She unsuccessfully tried to bring her hands down to her breasts, needing something more primal than these light brushes against her skin. Damn these cuffs anyway. Grant was now following the contour of her bent knee, drawing the ball of fluff down her calf. Her clit was now throbbing, almost to the point of pain—unfortunately, not the pain she needed and not enough to send her over. Elena could feel her emotions balling up in her chest and for a brief moment, thought about using her safe word.
“Elena, lick my finger,” Harrison instructed, his deep voice penetrating her doubts. She immediately opened up her mouth and drew in his middle finger, coating it with her saliva. “That’s a good girl.”
Elena only ever used her safe word if she thought she was obtaining too much pleasure from pain, which would hinder her rational consciousness. She’d never felt the need to use it because she was receiving too much pleasure, but she didn’t know what else to do. The word started to form on the end of her tongue.
“Oh!” Elena cried out, not anticipating that Harrison was going to place his finger on her anus. Not only did he make circles around her ring, he pressed ever so slightly until her sphincter gave way, allowing him entrance. He did it in such a gentle manner, it only increased her awareness of the pleasure they were giving her. As he pulled his cock out, his finger sank deep within her. When she lowered herself back onto his cock, his finger would slip out. It was a simulation of what was to come by being taken by these two men. She was hanging on by a thread, but would use her safe word before she pleaded for the pain she knew she needed. “Please, Sir. Please, Master. I can’t take any more.”
“Vieni.”
Elena’s eyes were still closed from Grant’s previous command and she was grateful they were, for he would have seen the genuine surprise in her eyes. She’d thought it impossible. Tingles replaced the delicate sensation he’d produced on her calves from the feather teaser. As if following his orders, they slowly traveled up her legs toward her pussy, where her clit was waiting to receive instructions. When the sensations hit their destination, her body tightened to receive the pleasure that Grant and Harrison were permitting her to have. She exploded, and having nothing to hold on to, as her flailing wrists were bound to the collar around her neck, Elena screamed throughout her release. Was this really happening?
Harrison pulled his finger out of her anus as he slammed his cock inside of her one last time, holding her still as she felt the base of his shaft swell upon his release. Elena’s body reacted to his, prolonging her orgasm. She would have collapsed back against Harrison had Grant not taken a hold of the gold circle in the front of her collar.
“I believe you owe me some appreciation, Elena.”
Opening her eyes, she found Grant standing before her naked, his cock bouncing in front of her mouth. If she’d had the strength, she would have smiled. As it was, she barely had time to open her mouth before he placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her against him. His cock slipped to the back of her throat, and if there was one thing she prided herself on, it was that she gave good head. She relaxed her throat muscles, and Grant groaned as he was able to bury himself in her throat.
“That’s right, suck me down,” Grant said, his voice almost guttural. She was still sitting on top of Harrison, but he seemed in no hurry to move. Elena had to admit that having him stay inside of her, even three quarters hard, was better than nothing. The taste of Grant’s pre-cum coated her tongue as he pulled out. “Deeper.”
With her hands bound to her collar, Elena had no choice but to do as he said. She was leaning forward, Harrison’s cock still inside of her, when she felt his finger brush against her anus one more time. She moaned at the same time that Grant thrust back inside her mouth, his tip breaching her throat. She felt Harrison’s cock twitch inside of her, as he started to thrust his finger in and out of her back door. The more he played, the higher he took her body. Knowing now that she could come upon Grant’s request, she prayed that he would say the word, because without pain, his command was the only thing she had.
“That’s right, Elena, swallow me down.” He said the words right before he exploded in her mouth. He’d been far enough back that the majority of his cum drained directly down her throat, but as he had been thrusting, some of it landed on her tongue. She sucked him in again, making sure she didn’t miss a drop. “Good girl.”
Elena was still cleaning him off when Harrison started to buck underneath her, lifting her up only to have her sink down on him. His finger was still thrusting in and out of her anus, and when he pushed a second finger in, he created the bite of pain she craved, but it wasn’t enough. She opened her eyes and looked up at Grant, pleading with him to let her come.
“Make sure I’m clean, Elena. If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you come again.”
Elena renewed her efforts, sucking and licking his cock until she couldn’t taste him anymore. Did that mean he would give her what she needed? Harrison was plunging into her at a fast rate, while his fingers were stretching her wide. She knew it was only a matter of time before he came again. She peered through her lashes, hoping that she’d pleased Grant enough with her mouth to warrant another orgasm. She saw his mouth move and her body immediately tensed, waiting for him to speak the word.
“Vieni, my sweet Elena.”
Elena closed her eyes, relishing in the pleasure they’d given her as colors danced their way across her vision. After what seemed like an eternity, she drifted back to earth. It suddenly struck her, if she’d used her safe word, she would have never known this type of release. It made her wonder what else they had in store for her. They had take
n weeks to bring her this far. Were they willing to be patient enough to bring her what she was looking for, what she needed?
Chapter Eleven
“How did you meet Grant and Harrison again?”
Elena was glad she’d already swallowed her sip of coffee before Mrs. Delport asked her that question. She looked over her shoulder and peered into the living room, seeing Grant and Harrison deep in conversation with Mr. Delport, and knew she’d have to handle this tête-à-tête without any further help. She was still sitting at the dining room table, at the woman’s insistence. At least she, Harrison, and Grant had spoken in regards to how to answer any questions that might be thrown her way during the drive to Grant’s grandmother’s house. It was relatively simple, considering the situation.
“Through a mutual acquaintance,” Elena answered, trying not to wince as the half lie fell off of her lips. You’d think she’d be used to it, considering the profession she was in, but Elena technically didn’t lie in court. She just found a way to word statements so that it conveyed her intent while revealing naught. The art of speaking without saying anything was a common skill shared among politicians and lawyers. “Are you friends with Harrison’s parents, Mrs. Delport?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Delport replied, reaching for the carafe in the middle of the table. She poured herself a refill before continuing. “Harrison and Grant have been friends ever since I can remember. They met in school, of course. And please, call me Alice.”
Alice Delport was a classic beauty. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into an updo, while her makeup was perfectly applied. She was taller than Elena by several inches, but carried herself with grace. Elena guessed her to be in her late fifties, but it was hard to tell. She’d aged exquisitely.
“And you’re okay with our—” Elena waved her hand, trying to indicate through gestures that she meant being with both men. She’d been surprised when Grant said that his parents knew what type of relationship he wanted and they were supportive. That didn’t mean Elena wasn’t skeptical of that. What parent would be accepting of his or her child being part of a ménage?
Alice’s laugh rang out through the house, which was an old Victorian not far from Grant and Harrison’s weekend home. Elena had yet to see their apartment in the city. She was relatively sure a house of this size would require some sort of staff and it was obvious that Grant’s grandmother had money, but apparently she always hosted the holidays on her own.
“Have you seen my mother? Trust me, all I care about is that my son is happy, and from the way he keeps looking over at you to make sure that we haven’t scared you away, you are very important to him—and Harrison.”
Elena had to smile at the way Alice had phrased her question. She stole a glance over at Jane Williamson. Grant’s grandmother was not exactly whom she had expected. No matter how old the woman was, and Elena was guessing she was in her late seventies, it was obvious that she’d found her inner self—as a Domme to another woman. Not that she shouted it to the world, but the underlying impression was there. Her partner, Lynn Sterron, was seated with them and enjoying what was left of her pumpkin pie.
Lynn was very sweet, although younger than Jane by a good ten years. Her black hair had a few streaks of gray entwined, but she carried it off with class in a fashionable bob style that angled toward her chin. A pair of burgundy-rimmed glasses sat perched on her nose, matching her lipstick. She wore a beautiful pair of Parisian fall gilt-patterned slacks with a cream blouse, and although it was almost unnoticeable, Elena saw a stunning bracelet that was subtly made of miniscule gold manacles.
“She seems very happy,” Elena said, lowering her voice. “A lot of people go through life not knowing how to be open about their sexuality, especially the older generation.”
“Life’s too short.” Jane slammed her coffee cup on the dining room table with a sly grin. “I don’t want you to think that I didn’t love Harold, because I did. Alice’s father was one of a kind, may he rest in peace. But I always knew something was missing and I just didn’t know what it was until I’d met Lynn. I’ve had more fun in the past few years than anyone my age has a right to.”
Jane reached over and took a hold of Lynn’s hand, squeezing it tight. Elena witnessed the loving emotions that passed between them and was in awe of their strength. It couldn’t be easy in the social circles that they ran, and it was nice to see the family supporting her. In fact, it was nice to see a family that seemed to love one another, unlike hers.
“You’re very lucky,” Elena said, looking over her shoulder once again. It was not Grant who was watching her, but Harrison. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right into her, as if he knew what she was thinking. Giving him a tremulous smile, she turned her attention back to the table. “You have a very supportive family.”
“They don’t have a choice,” Jane replied, laughing. “I would have bought a page in the weekly to broadcast my sexual orientation for all to see, if I believed they thought so little of me. Anyone who doesn’t love their family members enough to support their life choices should be run through the gutter.”
“It’s true,” Grant announced with false bravado, walking into the room. He placed a warm hand on Elena’s shoulder, as if he thought his grandmother’s words had wounded her. Of course they hadn’t. She stopped caring what her father thought of her long ago. “She blackmailed us. But since we love Lynn so much, we forgave her. It’s rather nice to have two grandmothers who dote on us.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Harrison stated in mocking support, as he and Mr. Delport joined them at the table while everyone smiled at their theatrics. They each grabbed a cup and Harrison filled them with steaming coffee from the carafe. “Did you tell Elena how you met Lynn?”
Grant took the seat next to her, slipping his hand down her arm until her fingers were resting in his palm. Harrison sat on her other side, placing his arm on the back of her chair, and casually started to play with her hair. Elena looked around, really looked around, and knew this was the first time she’d ever truly seen how a family should be. Mr. Delport took his place beside his wife, who was smiling over at him. Jane still had a hold of Lynn’s hand as she laughed and started to recount her story. Elena took in a shaky breath, still a little surprised that Grant and Harrison had thought to include her in this holiday. She wasn’t sure she knew how to be a part of a family.
Harrison tugged on a lock, causing her to turn her head toward him. He gave her a small smile and mouthed the word listen. How had he known she was drifting? A small tremor shot through her that he could know her so well after such a short time. Everyone around her laughed at something Jane said, and Elena tuned in, feeling slightly guilty that Jane was telling a story for her benefit, and she wasn’t paying attention.
“So after she had spilled coffee over my hand, I told her she would have to clean it up. Imagine my surprise when she used a napkin to dry my fingers off and then lifted my hand to her mouth. She—”
“Okay, Mom, we get it,” Alice said, laughing and holding up her hand. “I don’t tell you about my sex life.”
“They do this every time Gram tells us this story,” Grant whispered, giving her a wink.
“It has nothing to do with sex, Alice, and you know it.” Jane looked over at Elena, smiling. “Lynn kissed my hand and apologized. It was the look in her wide-open blue eyes that made me realize what I had been missing all these years. Kind of the way you look at Grant and Harrison. You know, with—”
“Mom, how about we go and do those dishes?” Alice said, standing up and pushing her chair back. All the men laughed, and that was when Elena realized Jane was referring to a submissive look. She couldn’t help but put her hand over her mouth in astonishment and blush crimson. The smirk on Jane’s face made Elena realize that she got enjoyment out of shocking people. “Grant and Harrison, you can help while Elena enjoys the rest of her coffee.”
“If I know Grant and Harrison, I’m pretty sure that’s not how their relationship—”
“Mother!” Alice exclaimed in mortification. “Could we try not to run her off right this minute?”
“What?” Jane asked, feigning innocence. “I’m just saying that she reminds me of Lynn when—”
“Dishes!” Alice held up her arm and pointed to the kitchen. “It’s not right to leave them sitting until tomorrow.”
“You get used to them,” Mr. Delport said, a smile lighting up his distinguished face. He’d aged well, his gray hair cut in a traditional style. His hazel eyes sparkled, just like Grant’s, as he watched his wife shoo his mother-in-law out through the doorway. “Alice is more of a traditional lady, but she loves her family very much.”
“I can see why,” Elena responded with sincerity. Grant and Harrison each kissed her cheek before proceeding into the kitchen behind the other women, leaving her alone with Grant’s father. “You have a lovely family.”
“That I do,” Mr. Delport replied, nodding his head. “They tease each other quite a bit, but please know that your personal business with our son and Harrison is just that—your business. As long as they are happy, we are, too.”
“You treat Harrison as if he’s your son. That’s very nice of you.”
“For all intents and purposes, he is,” Mr. Delport said as he lifted his cup of coffee. “Don’t get me wrong. Harrison has a great family, but he and Grant have been close since they were toddlers in pre-school. Neither one of them had any siblings, so it’s understandable that they’ve forged such a strong brotherhood. Do you have any siblings?”
“No,” Elena replied, shaking her head. “My mother passed away from cancer when I was young and my father never remarried.”
“I’m sorry, dear. Losing your mother at such a young age must have been difficult. But you’ve certainly turned into a lovely young woman, despite such a grievous loss. Grant mentioned that you were a lawyer. Do you enjoy your career?”
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