by Sorcha Black
“No, no, no!” Tess squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the way it felt to have Elodie behind her, touching her, Lock above her, thrusting into her, claiming her.
“Yes, Souris. Look at him.” Elodie grabbed Tess’s chin with her free hand, and made her look at Lock’s daunting, wild expression. Their gazes locked again, and suddenly it wasn’t only her body he was using. It was like he could see inside her, taking her every secret and laying it bare.
“This sweet pussy is mine, do you understand me?” He slammed into her, his grunts saying he was getting close, but so was she, whether she liked it or not. “Every inch of you is mine. No other man is allowed to touch you.”
Yes, Sir. Anything for you.
“Or woman.” Elodie purred in her ear.
Like anyone could hold a candle to you, Elodie.
“Now show me how you can pleasure our Master. Are you going to come for us?”
Oh fuck, I’m going to come so hard. “Please, I don’t want to,” Tess begged.
“Come on, I want to feel your tight little pussy come all over my cock, baby girl. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Oh fuck, shut up or I’m going to come, Sir.
She shook her head, feeling the pleasure building. “No, please.”
Lock groaned, “Say no again. Beg.” He thrust harder, and it hurt, but her body wanted every rough thing he desired.
“Please Master, I don’t want to come. Don’t make me come.”
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was panting and trying not to move, but she lifted her hips, making him slam back into her.
Lock’s fingers dug into her ass as he gave into his lust, pulling her to him, and driving into her as though he was compelled to mark her as his.
Elodie pinched her clit cruelly between her fingers. Tess keened, the pain, shooting through her body and translating into pleasure. The aching fullness slammed in again. Her body began to ripple and clench, more powerful than any orgasm she’d ever had. The pleasure blended with the pain, and she knew she was lost. He tangled a fist in her hair and fucked her rough, every thrust a new painful ecstasy. When he finally came, she was sobbing, sore.
His.
*
During the night she woke to private whispers not meant for her ears. For a moment she had the urge to tell them she was awake, to be fair, but her insecurities needed to know what was said when they thought she couldn’t hear.
Someone twined a gentle finger in her hair, soft lips brushed her brow.
“She’s a good girl, isn’t she, Sir?”
“Yes, she’s a very good girl, Elodie.” Lock sounded indulgent, satisfied.
“I’m still mad at you for sending her out with Tristan.” Elodie said, sounding hurt. “You didn’t even ask me how I felt first.”
There was the sound of a hand sliding over bare skin. “I know. Maybe I should have, but I was worried you’d talk me out of it. She had to go, for her own sake, so she could decide if she really wanted to be here.”
“You were trying to save her from us?” Elodie’s arm snaked around Tess’s waist and she cuddled in closer.
Lock sighed. “It might have been her last chance to be happy as a vanilla girl. I didn’t want to corrupt her so far that she couldn’t go back.” He shifted on the bed. “Most women want to be treated kindly by their lovers, not be beaten and treated like...what we do.”
“But now she’s made her choice and you won’t test her anymore, right?”
“I think it’s too late for more testing now.”
Thank goodness. Lock pushing her away like that had been confusing and scary. She understood now why he’d done it, but it hadn’t been necessary. The only reason she’d gone was because he’d insisted. Part of her was glad Elodie hadn’t known about it. The test fit in with Lock’s way of looking at things – logical, methodical. Although he hadn’t seemed very calm about the possible results when she’d gotten home. If Elodie had been in on the scheme, it was far more likely that her feelings for Tess weren’t as serious as she’d professed.
There was a pause, and for a while she thought they’d gone back to sleep.
Elodie’s voice woke her from a half dose. “Can we collar her – make it formal?”
“We can see if that’s what she wants. It sounded like it. This is a three-way street.”
There was a sound like Elodie clapped her hands. “Okay!”
Tess heard Lock rise from beside her and walk around to Elodie’s side of the bed. Unable to resist, Tess cracked an eye open to see what he was up to. Low lights still illuminated the room.
Lock rolled Elodie onto her belly.
“But Sir, what are you doing?” Elodie’s fake shock and dismay made him chuckle.
“You’re lying here looking all naked and delicious, so I can’t be held responsible for my actions.” His growl was sexy. “Plus, my dick misses you.”
Tess had to swallow a laugh.
“Your dick does? You’re such a fucking romantic, Sir.”
Elodie grunted as he pushed her legs apart. Hot! Should she pretend to wake up, or just watch and let them think she was asleep? Maybe they wanted to be alone – although if they did, they could have taken it upstairs.
Lock’s hand went between Elodie’s legs. “Are you ready for me, Minou?”
“I’ll take anything you want to give me, Sir.” The way she glanced shyly over her shoulder at him spoke of a submission Elodie didn’t always show. Lock’s broad smile warmed her.
That’s what Tess wanted to be for him – she’d be his good girl, and Elodie could be his bad girl. Although being good might be relative in this situation, seeing how he enjoyed El’s bratting so much.
He took Elodie then, with no fanfare or preparation – just a man using a woman who was his. Beneath him, Elodie moaned and squirmed.
“Shh, you’re going to wake her up,” he teased.
She moaned, long and low. “So what? Maybe she wants to play too.”
An invitation. Tess let her eyes open the rest of the way. Lock smiled down at Tess, and her heartbeat sped up. She pressed her thighs together. He fucked Elodie hard and slow, making her twist the sheets in her fist with every thrust of his hips.
His gaze never moved from Tess’s. He seemed to enjoy watching her watching them.
“Touch yourself while you watch, Mouse.” His voice was slow and seductive, compelling her to obey. “You’re next.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Look at you two, dressed all respectably.” Elodie, grinning, fussed with Lock’s collar, then with Tess’s hair. “It’s like you’re in disguise.”
They looked golf appropriate, which wasn’t all that different than what he wore at work some days, but it was true – he did feel like he was wearing a costume. There was something weird and wrong about dressing up on the weekend.
The fluttering in his stomach didn’t help. This whole thing was so risky, but El kept talking him back into it. What if he fucked up and called Tess the wrong name – or if Tess didn’t know the answers to some obvious questions about him? It was a house of cards, where the stakes were his livelihood.
“I look like a librarian from a cheesy comedy, don’t I?” Tess asked ruefully. “It’s like going back to square one.”
Elodie backed Tess up until she had her pinned to the foyer wall, then claimed her mouth with a pornographic kiss, which gave Lock a major hard-on. They’d been all over each other and him for almost two months now, but if anything, the emotional investment he’d made in Tess made interactions between his women that much hotter. His women.
There was something primal about claiming two. Sure, they claimed him too, but nothing could make him feel more like the lord and Master than having them fawning over him and playing together to please him. The fact that they loved each other made watching them together more satisfying than any girl-on-girl porn he’d ever watched. Sexy and sensual, instead of fake and cheap.
When Elodie pulled away, Tess followed a few s
teps, as though she’d been charmed.
“Behave, you two. If I blow a load in these pants, I’ll have to change and we’re already running late.”
“You’re vraiment romantic.” Elodie rolled her eyes. “Now, tell her how beautiful she looks.”
“I could just lean her over the banister and show her how beautiful I think she is.” He winked.
“Men!” Elodie spat. “Tess, you look like a naughty librarian now, instead of a boring one. Most of perceived attractiveness is in your attitude. If you smile, people will notice how lovely you are. But remember, you’re there to be a suburban almost-housewife, not sex on a stick. There’s time for that when you come home.”
Elodie followed them out to the car. Lock helped Tess in, and turned back to Elodie, assaulted again by the unpleasant sensation of abandoning her. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t good with social situations. Hell, she’d charmed him because she was untamable, so why punish her for being the person he fell in love with in the first place?
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, chéri. It’s only for the afternoon. I’m sure I’ll find something to do. I’m just glad poor Tess is willing to go. I detest these kinds of things.”
“You could clean the house.” He laughed.
“Whoa, whoa. Don’t get crazy now.” She nudged him toward the car. “Vas-t’en! Go! I’ll be fine.”
Lock hugged her, then reluctantly got into the car and rolled his window down. She leaned in, kissed him, and grabbed his cock through his pants.
“Hmm. Did us making out get you hard, Sir? You should think about that today while you’re playing nice with your bosses. Then, on the way home, you should pull over somewhere and do awful, nasty things to Tess.” Elodie pushed her hair back out of her eyes.
Tess made a sound of consternation.
“You’re not too goody-goody to give a blowjob on the side of the road, are you, Tess?” Elodie arched a brow, the dare apparent.
“What? No. You know I’ll do anything Lock asks. Or you.”
Lock glanced over at her, drinking in the sweet innocence, the eagerness to please, the golf skirt riding up her thighs. Damn. He had fun playing corruption games with naughty Elodie, but with Tess they had the real thing. The dirtiest part was that no matter what they did to her, she still seemed shocked, even if they’d done it to her before. It made Elodie crazy horny too.
“I know you’re a good girl, Souris. You just make sure you turn Lock on all day, okay? It’s your duty as his submissive to keep him from getting bored at this thing.”
Tess nodded. “I’ll do my best.”
Damn it, Elodie. He groaned, but that just seemed to please Elodie more.
Lock kissed El again, then backed out of the driveway as she walked to the door, waving eagerly at them as though she had big plans for her free day. Knowing her, she was probably going to watch cartoons or porn as soon as they pulled out of the driveway.
“You know you don’t have to be a tease to me at this thing, no matter what Elodie told you. My orders cancel hers out.”
Tess gave him a small, sidelong smile. He’d have to keep an eye on her. She was far more obedient than Elodie, but she was starting to like mischief, and she had the Grand Poobah of teachers where that was concerned. Two Elodies might just kill him.
“How far is it to the golf club?” She was watching him, not bothering to look out the window. The way she watched him and Elodie all the time reminded him of a beagle they’d had when he was a kid. She gratefully devoured every scrap of attention they threw her, asking for nothing.
With some couples who wanted a unicorn, her demeanor would be the perfect fit. It concerned the hell out of Lock. Tess didn’t seem to think that she deserved anything from them – she had no expectations. Part of it might have just been her naturally submissive temperament, but he suspected that part of it was some sort of deep-rooted idea that she was worthless. Whatever or whomever had made her feel that way about herself needed to be taken out and shot.
“It’s about an hour away.” Lock grabbed her hand and held it, resting them on the center console.
“Okay.”
As he drove he drew patterns on her hand with his thumb. “Don’t be nervous about this, Tess. You know how to behave appropriately in public. Just don’t tell anyone we met because you were cleaning my house. It makes me sound creepy.” He chuckled.
“But Sir, you are creepy.” She giggled and he swatted her thigh.
“Yes, but we don’t want them to know that, do we? And you can’t call me Sir while we’re there.”
“Okay. Should I call you Master, then?” Oh, the sass. This girl was looking for trouble today.
“Do you want me to stop this car and spank you? Don’t even tempt me.”
She had the gall to look around, as though she was looking for somewhere safe to pull over. They were still within the city limits, in a suburban neighborhood. People were out on family strolls.
She sighed. “No, Sir. I’ll behave.”
“Oh, will you? Prove it.”
She blinked at him and her cheeks turned pink. “Prove it how?”
He took the off ramp and pulled onto the highway. “Play with yourself while I’m driving.”
“But, uh...someone might see.”
“That’s part of the fun. If you don’t want to get caught you just have to watch the other cars, to see if someone is getting too close.”
She rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead.
“Is that it? I don’t have to, you know?”
He chuckled, wondering how far he could push her. “I expect you to try. I also expect you to tell me what you’re thinking about while you do it.”
Tess pulled her cardigan tighter around herself, as though it would stop him from reading her thoughts.
“I don’t expect you to be thinking about me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckled. Knowing what her fantasies were could help him please her, even if they were too extreme to do in real life. “And don’t worry about what I think. Knowing what turns you on is important to me.”
Her eyes were frantic.
“You don’t have to tell me those ones yet. Stick to the ones you can tell me without feeling like you’re telling me too much. Do you have a lot of those other ones?”
She nodded. “I think because I didn’t have anyone to sleep with for a long time, I just kept getting more and more twisted in my head. Meanwhile, having you or Elodie run a hand over my back makes me melt ten times faster than my dirtiest thoughts.”
“Everyone has some fantasies they keep more secret than others.” Lock set the cruise control. “Now start or you won’t have time to do much.”
At the edge of his vision, he saw Tess let the tips of her fingers creep up under the edge of her skirt. Lock forced himself to keep his eyes on the road.
Her first gasp made him hard again. Maybe this was a bad idea. He shifted in his seat and grimaced. This was going to be a hellishly long drive.
He glanced her way. Tess had closed her eyes and was starting to get into it. Her breathing was erratic and sexy in a shy, non-studied way. There was no artifice with her, and it was charming, to say the least.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You being—” Her voice caught. “Mean.” Her tiny, distressed moan made his pants feel too tight.
“Mean? Would you care to elaborate?”
“No, Sir?”
“Let me rephrase that. Explain now, Mouse.” He cleared his throat, wishing it could lessen the throbbing in his groin. “And put your fingers in your panties.”
“Nooo,” she whimpered.
“Oh, yes. I think you really need to show me what a good girl you can be for me.” His voice had become a growl.
Tess’s gaze became liquid and her lips parted. Hmm. Apparently she liked him mean. Could he call the golf course and beg off with an imaginary flat tire?
The tips of her fingers dipped into the waistband of her pristine whit
e underwear. Lace. Fucking Elodie. She was going to pay for this when they got home.
“You’re chasing me through the forest. I’m scared and I keep falling down. You’re walking after me like you’re going to hurt me. Then you catch me and strip me and shove me against a tree. It’s scratchy and it hurts my skin. You wrap your belt around my throat.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingers and her mind conspiring to sidetrack the story.
“You’re touching me here.” She pressed her fingers between her legs and squeezed her thighs together. “But it feels so much better than when I do it. And you’re mean to my nipples. You use the belt around my neck to make me kneel and control me with it while you use my mouth. You keep telling me how you want me to suck your...thing.”
Lock pictured the entire scene and imagined what it would be like to act it out with her. With a safeword in place, she could play the ‘no’ game all she wanted. It wouldn’t stop him from taking what he wanted.
She made him feel like such a dirty old man. An evil dirty old man. Possibly with a handlebar mustache that required regularly scheduled twirling.
“My thing?” He played dumb.
“Your penis?”
“Are you asking me? It’s your fantasy.”
Her face turned crimson. “I think about things like this a lot.” She squirmed against her fingers and threw her head as far back as it would go against the confines of the headrest.
“There’s nothing wrong with having those kinds of thoughts, or even playing with those ideas, when you have a safeword.”
He glanced over at her when she didn’t respond. She was watching him and masturbating, her gaze sliding between his face, his biceps, down to his bulge in his pants then back to his face – as though his face was hot enough to be in her spank bank. Although the temptation to ask her to narrate again was there, he needed time to calm down before they arrived.
“If you haven’t come for me in five minutes, you’ll have to stop. We’ll be there soon, and you have to be able to talk to people.”
