Saints United [For Love of Authority 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  And he walked away.

  That was…odd. Wondering at the resignation he heard in Austin’s voice, A.J. waited until the other man rounded a corner and moved out of sight before pushing through the door. Whatever Austin’s problem was, they’d have to talk it out later. For the next three days—and, hopefully, for a lot longer afterward—A.J.’s sole focus needed to be his Sir and Lady. Both of whom were waiting for him right now.

  And the very last thing he wanted to do was keep them waiting.

  Chapter 17

  A.J. took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the temple room—and was met with a sight so erotic, he almost dropped to his knees.

  Lyss was spread out on the table. Her arms were stretched over her head, and her luscious breasts had spilled out of the top of the corset, revealing the dusky pink tips of her nipples. Her black skirt was bunched up around her waist, her legs spread wide, and she had cuffs on her ankles, similar to the ones A.J. wore on his wrists. The S-hooks had been attached to metal eyelets that stuck out of the edge of the table, keeping her restrained without the ability to close her legs.

  And Ryder, who was sitting in a chair directly in front of Lyss, had his face buried in her open pussy.

  Suppressing a needy groan, A.J. carefully closed the door and walked over to the table. He knew he should inform his lovers that dinner had been ordered, but obviously they were busy, and he didn’t want to interrupt. When he got to Ryder’s side, he dropped to his knees and waited—almost patiently—for Ryder to acknowledge him.

  In the meantime, he could indulge his need to watch.

  They must have been at it since the moment A.J. left. The room already smelled like sex. Lyss was making little mewling sounds, her thighs shaking every so often. Ryder was enthusiastically tonguing her clit, his hands wrapped under and around her thighs, keeping her still. He let loose a hungry-sounding growl every now and then, obviously enjoying himself tremendously. A.J. couldn’t tear his eyes away.

  Lyss gasped, her upper body arching off the table for a moment. She collapsed with a healthy moan, making A.J. shudder with sympathy. Ryder lifted his head, licking his lips as he looked over at A.J. His goatee was soaked in Lyss’s arousal, making A.J. want to lean in and lick every single drop away.

  “Good, you’re back,” Ryder said. “I want you under the table, on your knees. Now.”

  A.J. complied, scrambling into position so that he was facing Ryder. The table was relatively high, and thankfully didn’t have any decorative or structural cross-pieces underneath. Otherwise, he would have been at risk of bumping his head every time he moved. He situated himself on his knees, sitting back on his heels, and waited for his next command.

  “Give me your wrists,” Ryder instructed.

  A.J. did. Ryder quickly unclasped the cuffs, separating them, and flipped the hook on the left cuff open, so that now both cuffs had usable attachments. Then he pulled A.J. forward slightly, making him extend his arms past the back of Ryder’s chair. There were decorative metal curlicues all up and down the sides of the chairs, accents that A.J. had thought were just for looks. He was wrong. Ryder attached A.J.’s cuffs to either side of the chair, effectively forcing him to lean over Ryder’s lap. Then he leaned back—and immediately reached for his fly. A.J.’s breath froze in his lungs as he watched the man release the button, lower the zipper, and pull out his cock.

  “I want your mouth on me, A.J.,” Ryder crooned, giving himself a long, slow stroke. Saliva pooled in A.J.’s mouth. “I want you to suck me off while we wait for our food to arrive. And, just to make it interesting…”

  While A.J. watched, Ryder reached up, out of his line of sight. A.J. heard a wet, sucking sound, immediately followed by a groan from Lyss. When Ryder brought his fingers back, they were drenched in Lyss’s honey. A.J. moaned as Ryder took hold of his own cock and spread Lyss’s juices all up and down his length.

  “A little taste of dessert,” Ryder said, sounding extremely pleased with himself. “Now, A.J. I want your mouth on my cock.”

  A.J. froze for all of a heartbeat. He’d done this before. Not to Ryder, of course—their night together hadn’t included oral sex—but he had done it before. So it wasn’t fear of the unknown that made him pause.

  This was too good to be true. Any minute now, he was going to wake up. He didn’t want to wake up from this dream, but if it was going to happen, it would happen now. So he waited, breathless with need, for the dream to end.

  But it didn’t.

  A groan of pure, unadulterated bliss poured from A.J.’s throat as he lunged forward and took Ryder’s cock into his mouth. God, how many times had he fantasized about this? About being on his knees in front of Ryder, servicing him with his mouth? The fact that he was actually restrained right now, forced into a position of servitude, just made it that much hotter. And yet, he wasn’t actually restrained. The S-hooks were open—if he wiggled his wrists the right way, he could free himself instantly. But it was the concept of being restrained that turned him on, and Ryder seemed to know it. The thought of being forced to do this for his lover, the idea that he had no choice in the matter, was what drove him to suck so hard, taking Ryder as deep as he could go. He hadn’t quite learned to deep-throat yet, but he tried his hardest, loving the feel of that long, hard shaft rubbing along his tongue. The fact that he was getting his first taste of Lyss along with his first taste of Ryder’s pre-cum made it even better. Moaning happily, A.J. went to town, sucking and licking and even using his teeth, hoping to drive Ryder wild. He was so into it, so caught up in the little twitches and groans he pulled from Ryder, he almost missed the sound of the door opening.

  A.J. froze for a heartbeat, wondering if Ryder would tell him to stop. But he didn’t. Ryder casually reached a hand under the table, cupped the back of A.J.’s head, and forced him back down on his cock.

  “Good evening, Sir,” said an unfamiliar voice. “Your lovers’ feast has arrived. Shall we decorate your slave for you, since she is already presented? Or would you like to do it yourself?”

  A.J. shuddered, wondering if the speaker had noticed him under the table. Not that it mattered. Ryder had directed him to keep sucking, so that’s what he did, despite the presence of others in the room. Ryder, for his part, acted as if he were sitting at a table in a casual restaurant. He threaded his fingers through A.J.’s hair, gently directing him forward and back while A.J. continued sucking his cock, and spoke to the waiters as if this was an everyday occurrence.

  “Just set it on the sideboard, there. We’ll take care of the decorations. Thank you.”

  “Very good, Sir.”

  While the waiters—A.J. counted three he could see from his perspective—moved around the room, Ryder kept one hand on A.J.’s head. The other must have been buried in Lyss’s pussy, because the scent of arousal intensified, her little groans punctuating the silence. A.J. kept up his blow-job, circling Ryder’s cockhead with his tongue over and over again. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked as hard as he could, then went down as far as possible, almost to the point of making himself choke. Ryder was big, big enough that A.J. couldn’t quite get to the last two inches of his gorgeous cock. He kept trying, though, going as deep as he could each time, determined to give Ryder as much pleasure as possible.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Ryder growled, his fingers tight in A.J.’s hair.

  A.J. moaned happily, renewing his efforts even as one of the waiters said, “Will that be all tonight, Sir? Do you need any assistance with the equipment, or require anything else from the front desk?”

  “No, thanks,” Ryder said pleasantly. “The toys I ordered were already delivered. Tell Emmaline thanks. We’re set for the rest of the night.”

  “Very good, Sir. Enjoy your evening.”

  A.J. heard the door open, and the three waiters left. The moment the door closed, Ryder pulled him off his cock and forced A.J. to look at him.

  “That was sexy as fuck. I can already tell I’m going to be making good use of th
at mouth of yours over the next three days. Right now, though, it’s time to eat.”

  He released A.J.’s head and unhooked the cuffs from the sides of the chair. Pushing himself back, Ryder stood, stuffed his erection back into his slacks, and zipped up, making A.J. whimper in protest. Ryder chuckled, then pointed at the spot his chair had just occupied.

  “Kneel there, A.J. Then I want you to turn around.” While A.J. obeyed, Ryder walked over to the sideboard. “I’m going to see what the kitchen made for us tonight. You have until I finish to make your Lady come.”

  Trembling now, A.J. pivoted on his knees, and was met with the sight of Lyss’s dripping sex. Desire made his whole body shake as he clasped both hands over her thighs, licked his lips, and buried his tongue deep in her cunt.

  “Oh, fuck,” Lyss panted, her body quivering under A.J.’s hands. “Fuck, yes. Make me come. Eat me.”

  He needed no further urging. While Ryder moved around them both, seemingly ignoring them, A.J. sucked Lyss’s clit into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. She praised him, telling him to go faster or slower, directing him to shove his fingers deep into her pussy and rub her G-spot. Her taste was intoxicating, making his head spin, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. His focus on the woman in front of him, he used every trick he knew to drive her higher, and higher, and higher still, until finally her back bowed completely off the table. His tongue was buried in her core, so he felt the spasmodic tightening of her inner muscles while she came. Her cum coated his tongue, and he lapped it up hungrily, drinking her essence like a man dying of thirst. When she finally started to come down, he slowed his efforts, helping her ride through several aftershocks before she finally collapsed, panting.

  “Well done,” Ryder praised. “Your Lady is very pleased with you. Now, unhook her cuffs, and help her up.”

  A.J. did as told, helping Lyss slide to the floor after detaching the hooks on her cuffs. When she was on her feet, Lyss clamped both hands around his head and drew him down for a desperate, tongue-fucking kiss. A.J. groaned into her mouth, knowing she was tasting herself on his tongue, and obviously loving it. When she finally drew back, Lyss gave him a satisfied smile.

  “I enjoyed that tremendously. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, Lady,” A.J. said, meaning every word.

  Lyss caressed his jaw, then stepped back, straightening her skirt. But she left the corset in disarray, leaving her breasts on display. A.J. licked his lips, unable to stop staring. Fuck, she was so damn gorgeous. A real woman with real curves in all the right places. He fervently hoped he’d be allowed to suck on those nipples the way he’d just sucked on her clit.

  “What do you think, beautiful?” Ryder said suddenly. “Table? Or chair?”

  A.J. frowned, not understanding, but Lyss seemed to know exactly what her husband meant, because she let out a throaty chuckle. “Hmm, that’s a tough one. I think…table. For tonight, that is. We’ll have him play chair another time.”

  What the hell?

  “Sounds good to me,” Ryder said. He looked at A.J. “Get on the table, on your back. Same position as your Lady was just in. Now.”

  Oh, fuck. I’m the table. Oh, holy fuck…

  A.J.’s brain refused to allow words to come out of his mouth, so he was forced to settle for a nod. He turned and started to hike himself up onto the cold wooden surface when Ryder said, “Stop.”

  He froze.

  “Take his shorts off, beautiful,” Ryder purred. His amber eyes gleamed with lust while A.J. swallowed. “More area for us to decorate.”

  “Such a wonderful idea,” Lyss agreed. She sidled over to A.J., giving him a naughty smirk as she slipped her fingertips into the waistband of his shorts. Holding his breath, A.J. watched as she tugged the black fabric downward, freeing his aching cock. She ignored it, though, just pulled the material downward, stooping when she got it past his knees. Shaking, glad he had the table to lean against for support, A.J. lifted each foot in turn as she directed him.

  He was naked. Completely naked, while the two of them were still fully clothed. Fuck, that was hot. Why was that so fucking hot?

  “He needs ankle cuffs,” Lyss said, tossing A.J.’s shorts toward the couch. “Do we have some for him?”

  Ryder nodded, opening a drawer in the sideboard. “Right here.”

  Lyss chuckled appreciatively as she took them from his hands and stooped at A.J.’s feet once more. “Always prepared. Such a good quality in a boy scout.” She looked up at A.J. as she placed the first cuff, giving him a wink. “Or a Dom.”

  A.J. nodded, still unable to find his voice, and watched her put the second cuff around his ankle. His cock was a throbbing steel bar, pointing straight out from his body, yet neither one of them had commented on his state of arousal. Now he wore nothing but the collar and two sets of cuffs. He looked—and felt—like a slave.

  And he’d never been more turned on.

  Lyss rose to her feet. “Now you may get on the table. Stretch your arms over your head. There are magnetic strips near the corners. Stretch out until the cuffs catch on them. You can let your knees bend over the edge. For now.”

  Fuck.

  A.J. did as instructed, shuddering as the cool wood touched his bare ass and back. He spread his arms out wide, forming a Y with his upper body, until he felt the magnets pull his wrists down flat. Panting for no reason, he lay there, staring at the ceiling, waiting to see what his lovers would do to him next.

  “I think I’ve changed my mind about dinner,” Ryder said suddenly. He walked over to Lyss, wrapping his hands around her waist and turning her so her back was to his front. Both of them faced A.J., looking him over. “I want you to use him as your plate tonight. I’m going to make my plate and eat while I watch the two of you.”

  Lyss gave a little shiver, her nipples tightening visibly. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, just loud enough for A.J. to hear. Ryder reached around her, palming those gorgeous tits, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. Then he stepped back and went to the sideboard, where an array of platters had been laid out. He made a plate for himself, selecting a variety of delicacies that A.J. couldn’t quite make out. Ryder then pulled a chair back from the table, seated himself, and set his plate in his lap.

  “You may begin.”

  Lyss nodded once, and immediately went to the platters. She also took a plate and heaped it with finger foods, but she didn’t take a seat. Instead, she used a chair to help her climb onto the table next to A.J. She set the plate near his head and knelt next to his torso, giving him a prime view of the underside of her breasts. A.J. bit his lip, trying not to moan as she transferred each bite-size tidbit from the plate to his body, placing them one-by-one on his chest, arms, and lower belly. She avoided his cock, which now lay across his stomach, making him want to scream with frustration. She’d just started placing things on his thighs when a loud beeping noise filled the room.

  Ryder heaved a sigh, and A.J. turned his head in time to see the other man pull his cell phone from his pocket. “That’s my brother,” he said, frowning at the screen. “I’ll just be a minute.” And he put the phone to his ear and started speaking.

  Eyes wide, A.J. looked back up at Lyss, who winked at him. “We’ll just need to be very, very quiet while he’s on the phone, won’t we?” she said in a bare whisper. “Be still, now. Plates don’t move, no matter what else is happening to them.”

  And then, while A.J. stared in shocked disbelief, she leaned forward and, without using her hands, ate one of the little pastries off the middle of his chest. He felt the tip of her tongue brush his skin as she gathered up crumbs, the shock of it nearly making him cry out. But he held himself still, biting the inside of his cheek as she proceeded to go from tidbit to tidbit, licking and sucking his flesh along the way. While Ryder spoke with his brother, Lyss tortured him with teeth and tongue, eating directly off his body. His cock was leaking incessantly, his muscles trembling with the effort of remaining still, but he didn’t move. Th
is whole scene was so erotic, so mind-blowing, he never wanted it to end.

  And it just kept getting better.

  Lyss moved down his stomach, now licking his pre-cum along with food crumbs. The sight made him hotter, harder, his cock twitching, screaming for relief. Lyss must have seen it, but still she ignored his arousal. When she’d finally eaten the last morsel, she hopped off the table, making him think he’d been abandoned. But she returned immediately—holding a bottle of strawberry syrup.

  “My dessert,” Lyss whispered. She climbed back up next to him, popped the cap on the syrup, and poured a thin line over A.J.’s chest, down his stomach, and finally over his cock. Panting uncontrollably, A.J. shivered as she proceeded to lick him clean, following each line of syrup until finally, finally, at long last, she took A.J.’s cock into her mouth. He nearly shouted, but contained himself in time. Breathing like a marathon runner, he glanced over at Ryder, only to find him still on the phone, ignoring A.J. and Lyss as if their play didn’t interest him in the least.

  Of course he’s not going to mind, A.J. admonished himself. Why would he care? His wife isn’t playing with another man, she’s playing with his property. It’s not cheating. You’re a slave. They own you. And there’s nothing wrong with playing with something that belongs to you.

  The moment he had that thought, Lyss sucked his cock down her throat, pulling a groan from him despite his efforts to control it. Ryder glanced over, amber eyes trailing over A.J.’s body and Lyss’s kneeling form. A.J. saw appreciation, lust, and approval in that look. Nothing more. Comforted, knowing he had no reason to fear reprisal, A.J. finally let himself go.

  He closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of Lyss’s hot mouth around his cock, moaning as she swallowed around him. The urge to push his fingers through her hair, hold her down on him, had him trying to lift his arms, but the magnets held him in place. They were strong magnets, but not unbreakable. If he pulled hard enough, he could get free easily. But the reminder was more than enough to keep him in the position Lyss had told him to assume, so he stopped pulling immediately. Lyss continued sucking him off, cleaning every drop of syrup off his skin in the process, making him pant even harder. If she didn’t stop soon, he was going to come.