When El-Mudad was included in our scenes, he was always the one who comforted me, who took the pain away, while Neil was the one to inflict it. I couldn’t imagine El-Mudad in the role.
But I didn’t have to imagine, did I?
Cautiously, I knelt beside him to look down into his gorgeous eyes. In the low light from the bedside fixtures, the brown lit up like the deepest golden topaz. I turned to Neil, my pulse beating hard between my legs. “And you’re okay with this?”
“I won’t know until it happens,” he admitted. “But I gave him permission, yes. Now, all he needs is yours.”
I took El-Mudad’s hand in mine and lifted it, comparing the size and shape to my own. Would they feel different from Neil’s? I might be a little disappointed if they didn’t; I wanted to believe I would be able to tell my Sir’s slaps apart from anyone else’s.
Again, there was only one way to find out.
With a shaky breath, I said, “Okay. This is…kind of a big step for me.”
“For me, as well,” Neil said, and came to sit beside us, situating me between the two of them. “I suppose this will help us feel out our boundaries.”
“It will,” I agreed. “And it’ll give you something nice to watch.”
He chuckled. “Believe me, I factored that into my decision.”
“I will rely on you to help me learn what you like.” There was a grave importance behind El-Mudad’s gently spoken words that put me at ease; like Neil, he held my well-being as a sub above his own pleasure.
I moved to crawl across El-Mudad’s lap, but he stopped me. “Not like that. Not yet. On the bed, face down.”
I took the position as asked, pillowing my head on my arms and wriggling to get comfortable. His hands encircled my ankles, again, rubbing up my calves with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t tickle.
“Mmm, I get a massage, too?” I almost purred, my eyes drifting closed. “You might put me to sleep.”
“I’m sure that boosts your confidence, doesn’t it?” Neil teased him.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” I shifted restlessly as El-Mudad’s hands crept higher, to the ticklish backs of my knees.
The bed shifted, and I felt the hot, wet touch of his mouth on the back of my thigh. “You wouldn’t fall asleep, now, anyway. You’d be too afraid of missing something.”
His kisses went higher, his hands sliding my nightgown up ahead of his progress. I made a contented noise. “True. I was worried about that today.”
“Were you jealous?” Neil asked, concern in his voice.
I shook my head. “No. I was turned on, but not jealous.” No, that wasn’t entirely true. “I was a little jealous that you got to stay home and do fun stuff. But I didn’t feel like the two of you were messing around, if that was your concern.”
“That’s good.” El-Mudad kneaded the small of my back with his thumbs while pressing kisses across the curve of my ass. “Because we talked about nothing else but you all day.”
“Liar.” I gasped when he dipped his head and bit the inside of my thigh.
“I’m not lying,” he scolded. “Tell her, Neil.”
“It’s true.” Neil reached down and brushed a lock of hair from my face. “And not unlike the way we talk about him.”
El-Mudad’s hands paused. “You talk about me the same way?”
“We talk about you a lot.” I emphasized the last two words. “You’re not far from our minds, even if we haven’t seen you for a while.”
“It’s the same for me,” he began, then corrected himself. “Not the same. I don’t have anyone to talk to about you. But the two of you… I think about you at least once a day. Wonder what you’re doing. Or imagining what you’re doing. The two of you are very creative in my mind.”
“In your mind?” Neil faked offense.
“And in life, of course,” El-Mudad added.
“You could always call us,” I reminded him. “Or text or email. Please, don’t ever think we don’t want to hear from you. Even if it’s just to tell us what you had for dinner.”
“Too right,” Neil said softly. “Especially going forward. I don’t ever want you to feel as though you’re the odd man out.”
El-Mudad sat up, and I watched over my shoulder as he and Neil kissed. I rose to my knees and shuffled forward to join them. Our mouths melded together, tongues and lips gliding over each other without direction. A hand, I didn’t know whose, slid up my inner thigh, and a thumb parted me. I moaned and tipped my head back. The pad of that thumb dipped into my opening and slicked fluid up, over my clit.
Neil’s mouth trailed across my cheek. His teeth captured my earlobe. He released me to say, “You’re so wet. So ready for us.”
My legs trembled.
El-Mudad pulled away to look down into my pleasure-drunk eyes. He held my chin and said, “Over my lap, now, Sophie.”
It stunned me how quickly I moved to obey him. He wasn’t my Sir. He wasn’t Neil. And yet, there I was, eager to please, already feeling the pull of mindless obedience.
I situated myself over El-Mudad’s lap, most of my torso supported by the bed for easier breathing. Neil stayed beside us on the bed, and I rested my legs across him. He laid one big hand across my calf, and I felt the need in his touch. Of the three of us, this would be hardest for him—though he didn’t mind me sleeping with other people, something about El-Mudad made Neil more possessive. Perhaps it was Neil’s own attraction to him that created that jealousy. Finding El-Mudad desirable made Neil vulnerable; Neil couldn’t cope with being vulnerable.
El-Mudad’s warm, wide palm made gentle circles over my ass beneath my nightgown, raising goose bumps on my skin. Slowly, he pushed the silk and lace up to my waist.
“Are you ready, Sophie?”
Was I? After we tried it, was there any going back? If I didn’t like it, we wouldn’t do it, again. But what if I liked it and Neil didn’t? What it really upset him?
He gave my leg a reassuring squeeze. As usual, he could feel my doubts.
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
Not, “Yes, Sir.” That would always be only for Neil.
El-Mudad’s palm landed with a sharp, loud crack.
The impact rang through my flesh the way the sound rang off the walls, and I bowed up, my pussy clenching rhythmically. Oh, my fucking yes.
“Too hard?” he asked, his fingertips rubbing the burn deeper.
“No.” It had been so much harder than I’d expected, and I hoped it was only a warm-up.
The next slap came with the same intensity as the first, on a totally different part of my ass. I gasped and jumped, and Neil held my ankles tight.
“Thrash as much as you like, you won’t get away,” he warned.
“Why would I want to?” I asked, the final word ascending in volume as El-Mudad spanked me, again, harder.
“I may not be your Dom,” he warned, landing another slap directly over the first, “but I do expect a little respect.”
I thrilled to the tips of my toes, an echo of that first night that we’d met.
Neil’s hand slid up my leg, inching toward my pussy. “Will I be in your way with my arm here?” he asked El-Mudad.
“Not at all,” he responded.
Neil’s fingertips parted me; two slid easily inside.
“She must be dripping by now,” El-Mudad guessed.
Neil chuckled. His fingers withdrew. “Oh, yes. Would you like a taste?”
El-Mudad’s palm fell, again, and stayed there, his fingers digging into my tortured flesh. I couldn’t see him lick Neil’s fingers clean, but I heard the deep, appreciative groan El-Mudad made.
“I can’t wait to fuck her,” Neil said, and his fingers, wet from El-Mudad’s mouth, returned to my cunt.
They spoke about me as though I was something to be played with. Something for them to share between them. Nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
I craved more of it.
With every strike of
El-Mudad’s hand, I lost myself, spiraling deeper into the blessedly blank state of my subspace. Neil knew exactly how to provide enough internal stimulation to make me wild for release, without getting me close to even the promise of relief. I moaned in frustration, and El-Mudad’s next slap was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“You’ll come when Neil is fucking you,” he warned. “Not before.”
I lost track of time, like I almost always do in subspace. I stopped counting how many times El-Mudad’s palm fell—I rarely kept track unless instructed to do so—and every second became endless. Time and pain and obedience folded one over the other. Pain became past, present, and future—pleasure a promise. Tears streamed down my face, all the confusion and anger and self-pity from the day washing away with them.
I didn’t notice he’d stopped until he gently urged me up, to cradle me against his chest.
“Are you all right?” he asked against the top of my head.
I nodded and wiped my eyes. “I need a tissue.”
Neil leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed the Kleenex from the drawer while El-Mudad stroked my hair and pressed kisses to my forehead.
“Did I go too far?” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I should have checked in—”
“No, it’s fine,” I assured him. “This isn’t subdrop.”
“This isn’t unusual for her,” Neil said, adding, “is it, Sophie?” to avoid talking about me like I wasn’t in the room.
I nodded, grateful that he’d backed me up. “Crying is kind of a turn-on to me.”
“Ah.” El-Mudad didn’t sound as comfortable with that as Neil was. We could talk about that later.
I took a tissue, dabbed my eyes, and tried to blow my nose in the least un-sexy way possible. “And an emotional release. I have a hard time letting go, unless…”
El-Mudad nodded. “I understand. That surrender appeals to me, as well, sometimes.”
“I think you promised Sophie something,” Neil said after I’d composed myself.
El-Mudad’s chest rose with a breath of recognition. “You’re right. How could I have forgotten?” He gave my back a little pat. “On the bed, Sophie.”
“Wait.” Neil pushed himself back and swung his legs up. He patted the bed between them. “Sit here.”
I did as I was told, sitting in the V of Neil’s outstretched legs and leaning back on his chest, his erection snug against my spine. “You’re not going to jerk off while you watch? Because you can’t really—”
“No, I can’t. But I feel it’s a fair trade for the view.” He hooked his legs beneath mine and spread my thighs apart. “And it’s safer for him. Remember—”
“I almost broke his nose, I know. I know,” I covered my face to hide my shame. “That was a long time ago.”
“I’ve learned to be careful since then,” El-Mudad joked, settling between our legs. He kissed me then trailed those kisses down, his hands following, smoothing over every inch of my skin that he could reach. I writhed under his touch and threw my arms back, around Neil’s neck. Then, his hands were on me, and it was as though I were being touched everywhere. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine more than one man there, cupping my breasts, slithering fingers down my sides.
When El-Mudad’s mouth reached my vulva, my eyes flew open. My imaginary lovers were nothing compared to the sight of him, there, in the flesh, gazing up my body in heated adoration as his tongue curled up and down my slit. When he fastened his lips around my clit, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, anymore.
Neil slipped one strap of my nightgown from my shoulder to bare my breast, palming it roughly. The euphoria of subspace hadn’t receded completely; endorphins raced through me so intensely that I trembled.
“I love your cunt,” El-Mudad murmured against my thigh. I twisted and wriggled, urging him silently to get back to where he’d been. The more I moved, the farther away he got, until I cried out in frustration.
“You’re not going to come until he fucks you,” El-Mudad warned me. He sat back, and Neil’s big hands bracketed my waist.
“What are—” I began as he lifted me up. Then, the tip of his cock prodded me, and I got the picture quick. He thrust up to fill me then brought me down to lay back on him, again, his huge cock seated so deep it hurt. Exactly the way I liked it.
El-Mudad brought his mouth to my clit, again, swirling his tongue over and over it before dipping down to trace the edges of my labia, spread wide around Neil’s cock. El-Mudad licked us both, starting at the base of Neil’s cock and traveling up to my clit then dipping down, again. The long, lazy stroke made Neil groan, and he flexed his hips, going deeper. When El-Mudad’s tongue laved over my clit on his next pass, I writhed and begged.
But it was the sounds Neil made as he thrust into me while El-Mudad simultaneously swirled his tongue along Neil’s shaft that drove me higher. Knowing El-Mudad could taste me on Neil’s skin seemed beyond perverse. Then, though my cunt was stuffed full with Neil’s hard flesh, El-Mudad somehow forced his tongue inside, too.
It was only a little, only the slightest tip and just for a moment, but it pushed me over the edge finally, my pussy pulsing hard around Neil’s cock.
“Oh, god, yes,” Neil gasped behind me. “Come for us, Sophie. Come and don’t stop.”
I rocked my hips, grinding against El-Mudad’s face, grinding down on Neil’s cock, until my straining muscles wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body.
“You know, you’re in a unique position for payback,” Neil told El-Mudad. Before I could process what he meant, Neil slipped his arms through mine and forced them behind my back. He captured me and, with a gentle push, forced me upright on his cock while El-Mudad continued to suck and flutter on my over-sensitive clit. The position and the immobility of my arms gave me no way to prevent all of Neil from entering me. I could barely breathe. I felt impaled.
“Fair is fair, Sophie,” Neil taunted.
“Fuck you!” I laughed breathlessly, bucking my hips, trying to escape El-Mudad’s tireless mouth. That only caused me to rock harder on Neil. He hissed and pumped in rhythm. He breathed heavy in my ear, the pace picking up. He was close. El-Mudad noticed, too. He abandoned my clit to climb to his knees. Despite his claims to the contrary, he was ready to go, again, and willing, apparently. He spit in his hand and grasped his erection, stroking himself as he shuffled closer. His cock looked painfully hard. I wanted to suck it, to take him inside of me next, but I didn’t have time; he swayed back a little, and with a groan and a pained grimace, he came, all over the front of my nightgown.
Neil let go of my arms to grasp my hips. He guided me into a jerky roll that sped up, faster and faster until his legs strained, still wound beneath mine. He slammed upward, causing one final, brutal shock of pain that made my toes curl and my satiated clit throb, and I tipped my head back, pleasure drunk and lost in the sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up. He shouted and dropped his head to my shoulder, his body shaking and sweating, and we collapsed backward, both breathing heavy.
When we’d recovered enough to move, I disentangled our numb limbs, and Neil’s cock gently eased out. Before I could move, El-Mudad was between my legs, again, lowering his head to my pussy. Neil’s cum gushed from me, hot and wet, and El-Mudad lapped it up with his tongue, swirling the silky fluid all over me, groaning in appreciation.
Neil locked his legs around El-Mudad’s back. “God, yes. Make her come while you swallow every drop.”
My thighs trembled. The wetness of El-Mudad’s mouth, Neil’s cum, and my own arousal all mingled together. El-Mudad fucked me with his tongue and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I came with a loud, unrestrained shriek of mingled release and overstimulation.
El-Mudad sat back on his heels and helped me to move off of Neil. I remembered just in time that my nightgown was wet, and made a hasty decision to fall backward on the bed. I looked down in dismay at the sticky mess. El-Mudad’s cum had settled like loose pearls over the burnished silk of my nig
htie.
My breath caught. It was so beautiful.
El-Mudad leaned over as if to take me in his arms, but I stopped him. “Wait. Get your phone and take a picture. It’s so pretty. Hurry, before it sinks in.”
He wiped his glistening face as he fumbled on the bedside table to grab his phone. He tried one without the flash, then one with, but they didn’t do the sight justice.
I looked over to Neil, who still laid beside me, breathing heavily. He didn’t open his eyes as he gave us an exhausted smile.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, nudging him.
“The two of you. Taking pictures of a stained nightgown.”
I leaned up on my elbows. “If you don’t put it on Instagram, did it ever really exist?”
El-Mudad laughed and pulled me against him for a kiss, ruined nightgown and all.
Chapter Ten
On Tuesday afternoon, after several rough drafts, false starts, and changes of mind, I’d sent Susan an email inviting her to dinner with us any night but Friday. She’d responded within a few hours, suggesting that we make it Thursday, and I’d breathed a sigh of relief that it would be such a long way off.
Then, Thursday arrived.
“Are you sure you don’t mind us ditching you for a little bit?” I asked El-Mudad as the car turned onto Fifth Avenue. We’d flown into the city together, but he wouldn’t stay with Neil and me for the dinner. We’d decided that explaining his presence would be one more complication for an already complex evening.
El-Mudad shook his head, gracious as ever. “I told you, I will be fine. It will be nice to visit with Grace.”
A surprising shock of jealousy spiked through me. I wanted to demand to know who this “Grace” was, even though he’d volunteered the information. Grace was a friend of his ex-wife’s. She and El-Mudad were still on friendly terms. There was nothing sinister in that.
The intercom crackled, and the driver’s voice announced, “Mr. and Mrs. Elwood, we’ve arrived,” as the car pulled to a stop.
“Thank you.” Neil hit the button. I sat squished between him and El-Mudad, and I got even more squished as they leaned in for a goodbye kiss.
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