She must have sensed it. Lyss pulled off him with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving him a satisfied smile. Then she reached down and grabbed a double-handful of her skirt, keeping the fabric bunched around her hips as she straddled A.J.’s body. He sucked in a gasp as she let the fabric fall, effectively preventing him from seeing anything. Then, with both hands braced on his chest, she held his gaze and slowly, slowly, lowered herself onto his cock.
A.J. nearly screamed. She was insanely tight, her pussy squeezing him like a hot, velvet-coated glove. He felt her shudder as she forced his cock into her cunt, inch by inch, until he hit her cervix. Both of them were breathing hard as she sat up straight, increasing the pressure, and cupped her own breasts.
“Stop,” Ryder said suddenly, making both of them freeze. Neither one of them had noticed him getting off the phone. He now stood beside the table, his eyes cruising over them like they were a feast he was about to devour. He walked around the table until he stood directly behind Lyss. “Lean forward, beautiful. Stretch out across him so I can see better.”
She complied, pressing her breasts in A.J.’s chest. Her mouth was tantalizingly close, and A.J. desperately wanted a kiss, but she denied him. Both of them waited to see what Ryder would do next.
Ryder flipped Lyss’s skirt up over her back, revealing her ass and A.J.’s lower body. Lyss’s muscles tightened around his cock, making A.J. groan. Ryder clamped both strong hands underneath A.J.’s knees and pulled downward, sliding both of them further down the table, until A.J. could feel the edge digging into his ass cheeks. Then Ryder lifted A.J.’s ankles, one by one, and spread him out wide before attaching the hooks to the outermost corners of the table. Now A.J. was spread open, his ass on display right along with Lyss’s, while his cock was still buried inside her.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryder growled. A.J. and Lyss both shuddered as Ryder ran his hands over both of them, alternating between them. He cupped A.J.’s balls, putting pressure against his perineum, then fingered his exposed hole. Lyss gasped suddenly, her body tightening like a vise around A.J.’s cock, and he guessed Ryder must have done the same to her. Both of them were trembling, and A.J. could feel her juices running down his dick to pool around it, dampening his balls. Ryder used those juices to finger A.J.’s asshole, making him groan.
“Fucking delicious,” Ryder breathed. A.J. heard a chair move, felt Ryder’s hand clamp around one of his thighs while his other must have done the same on Lyss. “I think I’ll have a taste.”
And then Ryder leaned forward, out of A.J.’s line of sight. Lyss moaned suddenly, wrapping her hands around the back of A.J.’s neck and burying her face in the curve of his shoulder. A.J. wanted to wrap his arms around her, but the magnets reminded him to stay in place, so he could do nothing by lay there while she shuddered on top of him, her insides milking his shaft in a desperate rhythm.
That’s when he felt Ryder’s tongue glide along the base of his cock.
Oh, fuck. Ryder was licking both of them. Licking Lyss’s juices off them. Ryder danced his tongue back and forth between them, going from Lyss’s ass to her cunt, to A.J.’s cock and balls, and down to A.J.’s ass. It was so erotic, A.J. couldn’t catch his breath. Just the feel of it, knowing Ryder was tasting them where they were joined together, made his body go into overdrive. He was on the edge of coming yet again.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ryder finally sat back. A.J. could just see him over Lyss’s shoulder, and he looked incredibly pleased with himself. Ryder met A.J.’s eyes, giving him a smoldering look, and said, “You may ride him, beautiful. While I watch.”
Lyss shuddered and sat up, driving herself down on him so they both gasped. She shook her hair out of her eyes, then braced both hands on A.J.’s chest. A.J. still couldn’t see anything—the skirt still covered the front of her body, though Ryder had pulled it up in the back—but he could feel every move she made. Lyss took a deep breath, did it again, and then started to ride.
Oh, holy god, the feel of this woman. She was tight, so fucking tight, strangling his dick with every downward thrust. His eyes rolled back in his head as she ground herself down on him, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone, before lifting up and letting gravity drive her downward. Her pussy walls dragged against his length, sending sparks through his body and making him wonder if he’d go up in flames. It felt so fucking good, God, it felt so fucking good, so good, so good, so good…
Oh, fuck. I’m about to come. And…I’m not wearing a condom.
God, how the hell had they forgotten that?
“Lady…” A.J. panted. He licked his lips. “Lady…you have to stop…I’m not…Oh, fuck, I’m not wearing…a condom…”
Lyss leaned forward, wrapping one small hand around the base of his throat. The heavy lock had moved around to the back of the collar, creating a small weight that helped remind him to keep his head still. Now, Lyss squeezed his neck, making the collar dig into his throat even as she continued riding him.
“You don’t have permission to come,” she said breathlessly. “I’m not finished using my toy. Toys don’t come without permission.”
A.J. nearly screamed as she started riding faster, pounding down on him so hard, the table started to shake. It felt so good, God, it felt so good, he was going to come anyway. Fuck, he was going to come, and he couldn’t come, he didn’t have permission, she wasn’t finished with him, wasn’t finished using him, he couldn’t come without permission, not until she was finished using him, but he needed to come…
A.J. was on the verge of panic, almost ready to sit up and force Lyss to stop, when Ryder casually reached forward—and pulled A.J.’s balls down. The tight, pinching grip of those thick fingers made A.J. shout incoherently. Lyss ground herself down on him again, circling her hips so his dick rubbed her G-spot, making him convulse. But now he couldn’t come, not with Ryder holding his balls down. Lyss could ride him all she wanted, without fear of pushing him too far. She could use him, do whatever she wanted to him, use his body to get herself off, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
The thought, the knowledge, the reality of it sent him right out of his body.
A.J. closed his eyes, letting his head fall back with a thunk. So this was what sub-space felt like. This endless, mindless, soul-filling bliss. Like an orgasm that never ended, never tapered off, never wavered. He thought he’d made it here once before, when he was with Ryder, but the memory had been subsumed by other things, so he hadn’t been sure. Now, though…Now he was sure. He could float here indefinitely, provide his Lady with a living sex toy as long as she wanted to use him, without fear. He was a toy, now. Her toy. Controlled by her word, her permission. So long as he floated in this place, she could use him all night long.
Bliss.
Finally, Lyss’s movements became erratic. She ground herself down on him, using short, jerky motions that made her tits jiggle enticingly. A.J. watched her face tighten, watched the deep red blush that spread down her cheeks, down her neck, and across the tops of her breasts. She shuddered hard, throwing her head back, and opened her mouth wide as her body clamped down around him. But she didn’t scream. Didn’t cry out. Her face suffused with passion, she simply shook for a long, long time, her inner muscles fluttering wildly.
Eventually, she took in a deep, shuddering breath, and collapsed down onto A.J.’s chest. Her hair pooled around them, creating a momentary private space. A.J. watched her calm herself, his eyes tracing every angle of her face, waiting for her to focus on him again. When she finally did, he smiled and whispered, “My Lady is beautiful when she comes.”
She smiled, then kissed him softly. Then she rested her forehead against his temple, just breathing for a moment. If it had been just the two of them, the night might have ended right there. Didn’t matter that A.J. hadn’t come. His Lady had found satisfaction through the use of her slave’s body. That, for him, was reward enough.
But they weren’t alone. Ryder was wit
h them. And he was far from finished.
“Absolutely beautiful,” Ryder said. A.J. heard a pop, as of a plastic cap opening. “And now, I do believe it’s my turn.”
A.J. groaned as one of Ryder’s big, thick fingers probed his anus. Eight years. It had been eight years since the last time he felt the touch of Ryder’s fingers against his hole, yet his body still remembered every moment. Anticipation skittered up and down his spine as he forced himself to relax, to let Ryder in. Finally, his ring collapsed, and Ryder’s finger sank into him to the second knuckle.
“Still so fucking hot inside,” Ryder growled. “I’ve been waiting for this, A.J. Fantasizing about getting back inside you for years now. Lyss, baby, lift up for a minute. Our slave needs a condom for the next part of the ride.”
A.J. shuddered as Lyss pulled off him, but she didn’t move away. She stayed over him, her knees planted on the hard tabletop, her skirt still blocking A.J.’s view. He felt Ryder withdraw his finger, and heard the sound of not one, but two condom wrappers being opened. A moan escaped when he felt the latex rolling over his length, and he wondered if Ryder was sheathing himself at the exact same time.
“All right, beautiful. Slide back down on him. But stay just like that, leaning forward just as you are.”
Lyss obeyed, sliding down onto A.J.’s cock easily this time, making both of them shudder. Then Ryder took a strong grip around A.J.’s bent thighs, pulling him forward so his ass overhung the edge of the table. With his ankles still hooked to the corners, he was now spread open impossibly wide, completely exposed. And, since Lyss was still on top of him, holding him down, he was effectively pinned in place, with no control over his body at all.
Just the way he’d always fantasized. God, this whole night was a fantasy.
Ryder’s fingers returned to his ass, stretching him, getting him ready to take Ryder’s cock. And now A.J.’s cock was back inside Lyss, her heat surrounding him, strangling him, keeping his attention pulled in two different directions. Between the two of them, he felt like a stick of dynamite, only seconds away from exploding.
Then Ryder’s cock started pushing inside him, and he lost all ability to think. A long, low moan dripped from his lips as that hard shaft slid into him, pushing past his resistance effortlessly. There was pain, more pain than he remembered from the first time they did this together, but damn if it mattered. Ryder was fucking him again. And Lyss, his new Lady, was riding his cock a second time. What did a little pain matter? If anything, it helped keep him grounded, helped keep him from floating away completely. He didn’t want to black out, didn’t want to miss a second of this epic fucking.
He was a slave. An owned slave. And his owners were making use of their property.
For A.J., there could be nothing better than that.
Ryder finally made it all the way inside him, making A.J. convulse inside and out. Lyss’s added weight made everything tighter, made him feel every inch of that long, thick shaft. Ryder paused for a moment, all three of them breathing hard. Then he started to fuck.
A.J. lost all control of his voice. He shouted, moaned, gasped, cursed. The feel of that incredible cock sinking into his body was like nothing else on earth. Combined with the feel of Lyss’s sweet cunt wrapped around his own cock…Actually, there was no description strong enough. The only word he could think of, the only concept that even came close—was perfection.
Ryder fucked him. Hard. The table must have been bolted to the floor. Otherwise, all three of them would have gone crashing to the ground. The motion of Ryder’s hips drove Lyss forward, making her slide up and down A.J.’s cock in time with his rhythm. He could feel Ryder’s balls slapping against his ass cheeks, could feel Lyss’s nipples sliding along his chest. That glorious cock stroked his anal walls, sending lightning through his veins, crackling from his fingertips all the way down to his balls. Fuck, so good, so fucking good, God…
Ryder suddenly reached forward and wrapped Lyss’s hair around one fist. He clamped his other hand around her throat, then drew her up and back, so she was flush against his chest. Now A.J. could see both of them, though that damn skirt still hid his lower body. Ryder looked at A.J. over Lyss’s shoulder, amber eyes burning like coals in a fire.
“Look at our slave,” he growled in Lyss’s ear. Her eyes popped open, and now both of them were looking down at him. “He looks like he’s ready to come, don’t you think?”
A.J. groaned as Ryder started fucking him harder, faster, bumping Lyss hard enough to make her tits bounce madly. A.J. clenched his fingernails into his palms, the pull of the magnets just barely enough to keep him still. He wanted to palm those gorgeous breasts, squeeze them, give her even more pleasure. But he stayed where he was, watching his lovers watch him while Ryder continued fucking both of them.
“Let…us come…” Lyss gasped, swallowing visibly. “Together…Ryder…Sir…Please…”
Ryder snarled, slamming in A.J. so hard it yanked a near-scream out of him. A.J. sucked in a deep breath and pleaded, “Yes…Sir…oh, fuck…Let…us come…”
Ryder kept fucking them, pounding them into the table, until A.J. and Lyss were both crying out incoherently. Then finally, at long last, he looked into A.J.’s eyes and said, “Come. Now.”
A.J.’s body went rigid as the orgasm blasted through him. Lyss threw back her head, mouth open wide in a silent scream as her pussy convulsed, milking A.J.’s cock. A.J. shuddered through it, wondering if his skin were going to rip apart with the intensity of it all. He kept waiting to feel Ryder’s cock swell inside him, but Ryder just kept fucking them, fucking them right through their simultaneous orgasms. It wasn’t until both of them were starting to come down that he shoved Lyss forward, yanked his dick out of A.J.’s ass, and ripped off the condom. A.J. felt the first boiling-hot splatter of semen hit his balls, then felt Lyss shudder as the next one landed on her ass. Ryder decorated both of them with his seed, jerking himself off while he did so, his face intent as he stared at the joining of their bodies during his orgasm.
He claimed us, A.J. thought dizzily. Ryder claimed both of us. Marked us as belonging to him. That’s why he did it. He marked us as his.
Please, God, let it be true. And for much longer than tonight.
Chapter 18
After the epic scene on the table, both of his lovers were shaky, overcome by the emotional impact of their joining. A.J., more conscious than ever of his chosen role, urged Lyss to sit up and helped her pull off his aching cock while both of them shuddered. Ryder helped him unhook the cuffs, then pulled him to his feet. A.J. immediately reached for Lyss, helping her slide to the edge of the table, and wrapped his arms around her. Ryder gathered both of them into his arms, and the three of them just held each other.
After a while, though, reality set in. A.J. pulled back enough to brush the hair out of Lyss’s eyes, kissing her softly. “I bet your knees hurt like hell, my Lady. And I know you both need to clean up. Is there a shower in there?” he asked, referring to the en suite bathroom. “Or, better yet, a tub?”
Ryder chuckled. “There’s a tub,” he confirmed. “But I think the bed would be better for all of us.”
A.J. nodded as Lyss said, “And you’re right about the knees. Didn’t feel it while we were in the middle, but lordy me, that table is hard.”
She started to push A.J. away, trying to get down by herself, but he shook his head gently and whispered, “Please, Lady, let me carry you?” Lyss’s hazel eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she nodded her assent, and A.J. gathered her into his arms. He set her down on her feet next to the bed, turning toward Ryder as the other man approached. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with corsets…”
Ryder indicated the bathroom with his chin. “Go get us some washcloths. I’ll help your Lady undress.”
A.J. bowed, then retreated to the bathroom, pausing long enough to wipe the sticky remnants of the lube from his body before wetting a couple of washcloths with steaming-hot water. He returned to the playroom to find Lyss glo
riously naked, standing next to Ryder as he ran his fingers through her tangled hair. Cursing himself for forgetting, A.J. ducked back into the bathroom and retrieved the small bag he’d brought with him earlier today.
“Sir,” he said, waiting for Ryder to acknowledge him before continuing. “May I?” Ryder raised an eyebrow, obviously not certain what A.J. wanted. So A.J. dropped to his knees in front of both of them, holding a wet washcloth in each hand. He looked back and forth between the two of them. “May I clean you, Sir? My Lady?”
Both of them smiled at him, looking extremely pleased with his thoughtfulness. Ryder nodded, but didn’t move, forcing A.J. to crawl closer on his knees. Slowly, reverently, A.J. ran the towel over Ryder’s cock, cleaning the leftover lube from his skin. Ryder’s cock twitched enticingly, letting A.J. know just how much the man enjoyed the attention. Blushing furiously—with pride, not embarrassment—A.J. finished his task and turned toward Lyss. She gave him a smile that held promise of many wicked things to come, then turned away and leaned forward, balancing her hands on the edge of the bed while sticking her ass out. A.J. swallowed a groan at the sight of the pink petals of her sex, forcing himself to concentrate on the act of cleaning her. He ran the cloth through her pussy lips, then between her cheeks, and finally down the inside of her thighs. When he started to go back up, to clean the cum off her buttocks, Ryder stopped him.
“Don’t. That stays. And I hope you left my cum on your body, too. Otherwise, I’ll have to mark you again, right here, right now.”
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