Zach edged along the side of the bed, aware that Ric’s gaze followed his every step. This wasn’t how things were between them. There was always tension in their relationship, but not like this. Not this unsettling wariness that came from venturing into new pastures. Zach kicked off his shoes. Then he tugged his borrowed jumper over his head. His flat nipples were so tight they stood proud. Ric shuffled over to him. He grabbed hold of Zach’s belt and loosened the buckle.
‘What would you like me to do, O master?’
‘Be yourself. Be straight with me over what you want.’
Ric responded with a dry chuckle. ‘You want me to play at being straight? That might be difficult.’ He knelt up, grinning, His torso pressed tight to Zach’s as they shared a kiss. Then Ric threw himself backwards as if scalded. He scampered up towards the headboard and cowered in a protective huddle. ‘I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not like this. I don’t have sex with other men.’
He couldn’t. He couldn’t keep this pretence up. Zach dissolved into laughter. He put a knee on the mattress and then stalked up the bed towards Ric on his hands and knees, until he crouched over the lower part of Ric’s body. ‘That’s right,’ he agreed, capturing one of Ric’s wrists and lifting it to that he could fasten it in position with one of the silk cords knotted around the bedposts. ‘You only have sex with me.’
A few loops, a few quick knots and Ric lay wantonly spread out for him. Excitement drove Zach. He wasn’t a natural dominant. He knew he wasn’t. In truth he’d have been much happier strapped to the bed alongside Ric, both of them blindfolded and waiting to see what delights Kara had in store for them. He suddenly longed for her presence in a way he hadn’t before. Kara’s desires overlapped theirs and complemented them. Kara wanted to share Ric with him. Which meant ensuring his man could take the pace.
‘We’re going to do this facing,’ Zach told Ric, looking him straight in the eye, before stealing a few slow kisses. ‘Not that you’re going to be able to see any better than if I were behind you, because I want you to concentrate on the feel of this. When I push into you, I want you to experience the full, undiluted sensation of my cock filling you. I don’t want your attention wandering off to the corner of the room. I don’t want you thinking about angles and lenses or how good a shot something would make, and I don’t want you ogling Kara when she turns up. You have to focus on me, and just me.’
‘Yeah – then hurry up and give me something to focus on.’
Zach closed his fist around Ric’s erection. He took his time exploring his lover’s length, making sure he knew every contour – the thickness at the base, the flare of his glans and the collar of his foreskin. The tiny slitted eye seeped tears as he tickled it with his tongue. Ric remained stoically poised at first. Not for long. Slowly his breathing deepened. Then the odd whimper or groan escaped his lips.
‘You’re going to stay hard for me, aren’t you?’ Zach asked, as he coaxed Ric on to his back and came to kneel between his parted thighs. ‘I don’t want you going all floppy on me while I’m in you.’ It happened. It had happened to him once or twice, particularly in the early days of their relationship. Ric seemed startled by the idea, as if the eventuality had entirely passed him by until that point. ‘You can’t fuck us both together if you can’t keep it up,’ Zach teased. ‘It’s a good job we’re having this practice.’
He knew where Ric kept his toys. Hell, he’d been on the receiving end of most of the items in that drawer. Revenge was going to be sweet. A long black silk scarf he used on Ric as blindfold came out first, followed by a bottle of lube, a pair of nipple clamps and a handily hinged cock ring. ‘That should help keep you frisky.’ He gave Ric a pat of encouragement having fastened the metal ring in place around the base of his lover’s cock. ‘I think we’re all set now.’ He pushed his trousers down to his knees, then squeezed out a healthy dollop of lube and worked it over his own erection, before going on to explore Ric’s hole with his fingertips.
‘Man, you’re tight.’ Ric bucked at the first hint of intrusion. ‘And a bit jumpy. Calm it down there.’ Zach stroked his finger in and out of the grasping little hole, loving the way Ric’s muscles tried to hold on to him and draw him in. He loved anal sex, adored everything about being taken like that; Ric holding him down, the feel of his lover’s cock sliding between his cheeks and pushing right inside his body. The way the world stopped for a moment each time something nudged his prostate.
He liked fucking too, and prior to meeting Kara he hadn’t got to do nearly enough of that. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had Ric in this way.
Zach withdrew his fingers from Ric’s arse. He squirted another blob of lube, and then lifted Ric’s legs so that his feet rested against Zach’s shoulders. He knew exactly what he’d be feeling. Indeed the flutter of nerves in his stomach even showed in the way Ric’s abdominal muscles pulled tight. ‘Relax,’ Zach reassured him. ‘Open up for me.’ Zach thrust forward, felt Ric push back against him, and then his muscles relaxed, granting him admittance. He sank deep into his lover’s embrace, groaning as he did.
Perilous heat surrounded Zach’s cock, which sent wild fire racing through his body to the top of his scalp. He’d anticipated heat, but not such an inferno coupled with a squeezing grip. It felt … it felt incredible, and he was only inside Ric an inch. Zach wasted no time in sinking deeper, so that his balls nestled against Ric’s body and he lay above his lover’s supine form.
He might not be a dominant, but he was loving this. He ought to have insisted that they switched things up more often.
Ric’s fists clasped tight the silken cord that bound his wrists to the bedposts. A red blush swept across his cheekbones, and then down across his neck and upper torso. His head thrashed from side to side but the blindfold remained in place.
‘How does it feel, Ric?’ Zach couldn’t help teasing a little, especially as Ric kept his lips pressed tightly together. The blindfold half hid his face but didn’t entirely mask his expression. Ric was caught on the edge of rapture, powerless to stop what was happening, his body hungry for more and desperate to escape the intrusion and shame of it. ‘I never knew you blushed so prettily.’ He wrapped his hand around Ric’s erection and gave him some extra help. Soon their rhythm became a smooth rolling motion. Zach lost himself in the moment. He hadn’t realised how much he’d longed for this, or how lopsided their relationship had been.
Nor was he done yet. The crescendo was still building, no more than a tingling ache at the moment, slowing, building in intensity. He’d do this again tonight, once Kara was here with them. This was only the practice run.
When his phone began to bleat, Zach hardly noticed it at first. He stayed inside Ric as he answered and read the text message. ‘Kara’s here. She’s downstairs.’ He didn’t want t to keep her waiting, even though he didn’t want to part from Ric’s body.
Ric made his first really expressive groan as Zach pulled out of his body. ‘No,’ he pleaded.
‘I’ll only be a tick. You can hold on that long to finish this off, can’t you?’ Ric’s cock remained rock hard, and probably would have even without its silver adornment.
‘Finish it now,’ Ric growled.
‘Think of this as an exercise in stamina.’ He bent and gave Ric’s cock a quick kiss. ‘I’ll be right back.’
Zach hitched his trousers in order to jog down the stairs. He fastened the zip but left the waist button undone. Ric’s two Dalmatians were barking in the hallway. ‘Hey, quieten down, will you? It’s only Kara.’ He grabbed them both by the collars and dragged them into the study before answering the door.
The doorstep was empty. ‘Kara?’ A woman’s shadow clung to the stone at the far end of the tunnel. ‘Hey, are you coming in? I’ve got Ric waiting.’
He frowned when he received no reply, and glanced down at the text message on his phone again. It definitely said she was at the door.
Zach pattered forward, the stone icy against his bare feet, wondering
what it was that had captured her interest. He turned the corner only for something to hit him hard across his midriff. Pain exploded in his stomach and ricocheted along his nerves to pulse in his ears and drive bile up his throat. Bent double on his knees, he coughed up the phlegm, aware only of a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes positioned before him.
‘So kind of you to let me in.’ Robin chuckled as she swept past him into the fort. Zach snatched at the back of her sou’wester but failed to grab the fabric. He crawled after her, finally gaining his feet inside the entrance tunnel. The fort door slammed in his face, and seconds later the portcullis smashed down, trapping him beneath the archway. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!’ he yelled. He had his phone and nothing more, and it didn’t matter how many times he tried to call Ric, there was no way he’d be able to answer it. ‘Kara?’ That text had definitely come from her phone, so where the hell was she now? What had Robin done to her?
* * *
Ric lay against the sheets panting, his nerves frayed beyond reason and his body desperate for more of Zach’s savagery. Not that his lover had been rough. In truth he’d been quite gentle. It was simply that Ric hadn’t anticipated how intense the sensations involved would be. He knew the thrill of a dildo in his arse, though he considered that a solitary pleasure, and had even had genuine anal sex a time or two. He knew also the thrill of denial, both from the restraints and from building scenarios in his head, but he had not planned for the deprivation of his eyesight too. Taking away his vision had caused his other senses to work overtime. A simple stirring of air in the room felt like a caress against his skin, and actual touch made his pulse race.
The bang of the front door below echoed through the building.
‘Zach, is that you?’ he asked a moment later, his need bordering on desperate.
Ric waited, his muscles tensed, as footsteps echoed along the corridor. Hell knows what response this was going to get from Kara.
A pair of high heels marched towards him. Zach was hanging back, sending Kara in first. God, he’d probably done it intentionally so as to have Kara see him this exposed.
Well, he could still handle her, even from this position.
His cock gave a little welcoming jerk as the bedroom door swished open. He expected some sort of chuckle or remark at his expense from Kara and frowned beneath the blindfold when it didn’t come. ‘Who is that?’ He struggled into a more upright position, sensing something was wrong. The scent that whispered towards his nostrils was neither Zach’s nor Kara’s, though it was familiar. It caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. Some things time erased, like the exact composition of a person’s face or the sound of their voice. Others remained embedded in the brain like a primitive warning system.
‘Who is that?’ he demanded.
Ric’s already heightened senses kicked into a state of red alert. He tugged upon the bonds around his wrists, but the knots held fast. The scent strengthened until he sat in the midst of a fragrant cloud. Jasmine and begonia – he’d never forget the scent of his wife’s perfume. But this was no ghost come home to haunt him; this was a solid, living presence.
‘What do you want?’
‘Oh, Alaric.’ The sound of her voice caused his heart to pound. Then dainty fingertips stroked the line of his jaw. ‘After all this time, is that any way to greet me?’ Dry lips brushed lightly against his mouth leaving behind the waxy taste of lipstick. Then a finger tapped his bare thigh, reminding him more sharply of his vulnerability. ‘Although it’s a delight to see that you’re so pleased to see me. The body never lies, does it?’
Her palm wrapped around his erection, kept hard by the metal cuff snugly fitted around its base.
‘No!’ he gasped. He didn’t want to react positively to the stimulation, but his already tightly wound body leapt to the promise of relief.
‘No? You’re always so contradictory. Why ever not, Alaric? It’s been such a long time for us, and you clearly need the relief. Who did this to you? Who left you so wanting? Let me make it right for you.’
The mattress dipped as she climbed on to the bed.
No! Oh, hell no. ‘What are you doing?’
The hem of her dress swished against his thighs as she straddled his legs. Even without seeing her, Ric knew the dress she wore. The navy ensemble had been one of Scarlett’s favourites. The soft wool clove to her hourglass figure, emphasising her narrow waist and abundant hips – hips that her niece simply didn’t possess. ‘Robin, get off me.’
‘It’s OK. Relax, my love. Let me give you what you need.’ The kiss of her pudenda against his most intimate flesh caused Ric’s toes to curl. Every muscle he possessed pulled tight, but there was no escaping the inevitable slide of his cock into her pussy, or the damn sense of relief he gleaned from it. The metal cock ring kept him trapped in purgatory. But, while his mind rebelled at the choice of cavern in which he was likely to find relief, his dick remained untroubled.
‘Robin, please. Don’t do this.’
She struck him hard across the cheek, causing his head to bounce back against the headboard, which left his flesh tingling in two places.
‘Scarlett,’ she hissed, holding his chin so that she could smear kisses all across his mouth. ‘I’m Scarlett. Surely you recognise the feel of your own wife?’
Her hands sought purchase on his chest, so that she held him down and caused his breathing to become shallow. Once she had him panting, her fingers closed tight upon his nipples. The sharp pain sent a delightful feeling of warmth zapping down to his loins. ‘You like that, don’t you? You always did like it rough. And so nice of you to leave these out.’ She’d found the nipple clamps Zach had tipped upon the bed. The bite of the metal built on the need within his balls. Zach had already driven him close to the edge. Now he was teetering there.
‘Robin. Untie me.’
‘It’s Scarlett. And no, I won’t. You’re supposed to be mine. Everything she had was supposed to be mine, but what do I want with furniture and jewels? You were the only thing she had that was worth possessing.’ She fell upon him swift and hard then, pushing down, so that his cock drove deep into her moist pussy. ‘Oh, yes. That’s so good. I’ve waited so long for this.’
Her inner muscles fluttered around his shaft. ‘Oh, Alaric. Darling. You’re fucking me exactly like you used to fuck her. Do you remember? She always preferred to climb astride you.’
‘I remember she talked less and got me off faster.’
‘Then just tell me what to do. You know I’ll do it.’
Given a choice, Ric wouldn’t have had things this way, but from his current position he wielded little power, which meant he had to make his decisions wisely.
‘Tell me.’
She did so want to please him. Poor Robin, she’d finally got the sex she’d always craved from him, but he was damned if she’d find fulfilment. ‘You need to turn around,’ he said. ‘Scarlett always loved the reverse cowgirl. She loved the way it made my dick rub against her sweet spot.’
Predictably, Robin rose up so that he was free of her. Alas, only for a moment before she settled upon his cock again, this time facing away from him. Her broad bottom rubbed against his abs. ‘Oh, yes. That is good,’ she agreed. The catch in her voice certainly seemed to confirm her words.
‘You need to touch me,’ Ric instructed, knowing that his body wouldn’t let him down. ‘Stroke along my inner thighs. Now my balls.’ Her fingers were immediately doing his bidding, dancing lightly over all his most sensitive flesh. A heavy, pulsing sort of fever tore at his senses, while his body embraced the contradiction of what he was pushing her towards. ‘Wet your fingers. I think you know what to do.’ He heard her suck. ‘No – use the toy instead. Push it in slow, and then turn on the vibrations.’
‘God, you’re so kinky,’ she giggled.
He was also done for. The dildo filled his arse to perfection, and gave his muscles something to clamp down upon when the vibrations worked their instant magic. His synapses screamed. Ric plunged
fully into the fantasy scenario in his head of doing this with Kara and having Zach watch. ‘Oh, yes, my love. Kara,’ he cried, ‘that’s it, make me come.’
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
‘Wanker!’ Kara cursed when Gavin removed the tape from her mouth. He’d dumped her unceremoniously in the back of a white van. She’d taken the absence of his car earlier to mean he’d gone, not that he’d swapped the BMW for a hired vehicle more suited to a kidnapping. ‘Fuck!’ She drummed her heels against the metal floor. She knew he wouldn’t give up that easily. How stupid had she been not to take more care?
The skin around her mouth itched horribly. Kara tried to rub it with her bound hands. The tape had taken off her lipstick – the red smear of which remained on the tape back – along with what felt like a few layers of skin. Kara struggled into a sitting position, with her back to the van wall. How on earth had their relationship come to this? She knew he had control issues but really, she’d never have imagined he’d push things this far.
Gavin leaned over her, looking down not at her face, but her outfit. It was not something he’d ever have approved. He liked her flesh covered, her assets hidden, unless he wanted to look at them, and then he stripped her naked. Kara’s top had ridden up leaving her midriff exposed, while her gymslip skirt had barely covered anything to begin with. That didn’t stop him flipping back the pleats to peek at what she wore beneath it. His eyes rounded when he glimpsed her bare flesh. ‘Hussy,’ he muttered disappointedly, before leaning over to a plastic supermarket bag, from which he produced a clean pair of cotton briefs. ‘You’ll need to put these on before you see your mother.’
Her mother! So that was it. He was dancing to her mother’s tune now, was he? Well, she didn’t intend to see mummy dearest. She had a hot date with Ric and Zach to attend.
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