Wedding Favors

by Sheri WhiteFeather

  Their conversation was stilted, Madison asking about his week, Thomas only able to tell her bits and pieces. Likewise, Madison made light of her day-to-day tasks. Alexi never spoke, only watched them.

  This was not what Thomas had had in mind when he’d accepted her invitation. He’d pictured himself and Madison making a toast with the wine, him sitting next to her while they ate, maybe feeding her bits from his fork. Conversation would turn warm, involving a walk down memory lane, which would lead to kisses. Kisses would lead to more touching, and Thomas would then take her upstairs to her bedroom.

  Those plans crumbled into nothing before Alexi’s intense stare. Conversation faltered, and the three of them were reduced to the sound of silverware clicking on plates.

  Once dinner was finished and the wineglasses nearly empty, Thomas pushed back his chair. “I’ll help you clean up. Then Alexi and I will go and leave you alone.”

  Madison looked relieved, and that relief stung.

  Alexi put a hand on Thomas’s arm. “No, Thomas. You are not going anywhere, and neither is Madison. You will stay in this house this weekend and explore your need for one another.” He gave them each a long look. “Put yourself into my hands, and I will see that all is well. Give me your trust.”

  “I’m supposed to be the one saying that.” Thomas said. “To Madison.” His body was tense, both in uneasiness at Alexi’s high-handedness and his raging desire to explore what he truly wanted with Madison. But Alexi was right—Thomas didn’t want to hurt her.

  “And you will say it,” Alexi said. “Stay and tell her so.”

  “Only if Madison wants me to stay.” Thomas rubbed the stem of his wineglass, his pulse throbbing in his fingertips. “It’s her choice.”

  “No it isn’t,” Alexi said. “I’ve locked the doors. You both will stay in this house, with me, until you find what it is you seek.”

  Now Thomas’s protective instincts raged, batting aside his lust. He shoved back his chair and went to the French door that led to the courtyard. He undid the locks and tried to open it, but the door wouldn’t budge. He swung around, noting that Madison watched, worried, and made his way through the house to the front door. Same problem. He tried the nearest window and found that it, too, wouldn’t open.

  He strode back into the kitchen. “What the hell did you do?”

  Alexi’s dark eyes were relaxed, his arm resting on the back of his chair, an almost insolent posture. “By the end of the weekend, you two will be one. Trust me.”

  “Sorry, I don’t.”

  Madison sat rigidly, her eyes wide. “This wasn’t my idea, Thomas.”

  “I didn’t think it was.”

  Thomas sat down again. Madison was worried, and Thomas wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be all right.

  “That’s not all you want,” Alexi said as though he’d read Thomas’s mind. “Tell her what you do want. What is the one thing you want her to do most right now? Right this minute?”

  Thomas squeezed Madison’s hand where it lay on the table between them. The training he’d given himself for nine years, training for this moment, rose in him.

  Madison wasn’t a sub; she didn’t understand that lifestyle. But he knew he could make her understand the beauty of the trust, of putting herself and her pleasure wholly into his hands.

  Thomas gave her fingers a harder squeeze, withdrew, and sat back.

  “I want Madison to strip out of her panties and give them to me,” he said.

  The panties in question grew wet. Madison squirmed as she met the warm and wicked gleam in Thomas’s eyes. This was what he truly wanted, no games.

  Madison had never understood why a woman would want to rush to a BDSM club and beg to be pleasured by the best master. There lay a world beyond her imagining. But now, picturing Thomas standing around in black leather in one of these clubs, waiting to discipline her—all right, maybe she could go for that.

  Here in her kitchen, with Alexi watching, was a different story. She wet her lips.

  “Why?” she asked Thomas.

  Thomas leaned forward, never letting her look away. “So I can access you anytime I want, anytime I think you need me to.”

  Access her? Madison’s pulse did a little jump, a hot point burning in her belly. “What exactly do you mean by ‘access’?”

  “I mean I want you open to my hands, my mouth, my cock, or anything else I might have brought with me to put inside you, any time I think you need it.”

  She hid her excitement by toying with her wineglass. “And how would you know if I needed it?”

  Thomas’s smile was Thomas’s, but it also hinted of the dominant man beneath. “I’m letting you ask these questions for now, because I know you don’t understand. You have to trust me to know. I will know.”

  “I think she shouldn’t be allowed to put the panties back on until Monday morning,” Alexi suggested.

  “I agree,” Thomas said.

  Madison gave them a wild look. “Who died and gave you two authority over my underwear?”

  “Do you want me to leave, Maddie?” Thomas caught and held her gaze again. “I’ll make him unlock the doors, whether he likes it or not. I’ll go, if you truly don’t want this. It has to be your choice. I’d never force it on you.”

  A moment ago, Madison thought that Alexi controlled the room, locking the doors on them and telling Thomas what to do. But at this moment, she understood who truly controlled things. Thomas had decided to take over, and she had little doubt that he could force Alexi to do his bidding if he chose.

  Thomas was asking her to trust him, to give herself into his protection.

  Would she, or wouldn’t she? Madison lifted her wineglass, finishing its contents in one long swallow. She thunked the glass back on the table, her mouth dry despite having just drunk.

  “What the hell?” she said. “I don’t have anywhere to be until ten o’clock Monday morning.”

  “Time enough,” Alexi said softly.

  Thomas held out his hand. “Panties.”

  Suppressing a shiver, Madison slid up her skirt without standing, inched off her panties, and drew them over her ankles. She’d been wearing a tiny black lace bikini, now nearly soaked from hot anticipation.

  She held the underwear out to Thomas.

  Thomas took the panties, briefly touched them to his nose, and tucked them into his pocket. Alexi’s eyes darkened, and Madison shivered again. For some reason it no longer bothered her that the second man watched, desire in his eyes.

  “Let’s finish the meal,” Thomas said. “You’ll need your strength.”

  Madison’s hands shook as she set her silverware across her plate. She’d made pecan pie for dessert, a nice sugary one, and Alexi had brought cognac for a finish.

  It felt strange to walk to the kitchen to serve the pie sans underwear. She’d gone braless plenty of times, when the top or dress called for it, but never bottomless. It was just not something Madison Rainey would think to do. And anyway, who would she do it for?

  She had to admit that the feel of her linen dress teasing the curls between her thighs and brushing over her buttocks was erotic. She wanted to stop and rub herself against the corner of the counter.

  “Don’t hold back,” Thomas said, watching her. “Anything you want to do, it’s all right to do.”

  Could he read her mind? Unnerving thought. Madison carried two plates to the table, sidestepping Alexi, who’d risen to bring the third plate and the bottle of cognac.

  “I can smell your pheromones,” Thomas said. “You had a desire over there, and you walked away without fulfilling it.”

  Smell her pheromones? She’d never heard of anyone being able to do that, but then, she hadn’t really believed in magic before tonight, either.

  “It’s silly,” she said.

  Thomas held her gaze, mastering her. “Nothing that brings you pleasure is silly. Do it.”

  Madison flushed. She’d never been shy about sex, but under Th
omas’s stare, she found herself nervous. At the same time, she wanted to be sexy for him. She was tired of being an oddity and wanted to be a woman.

  She walked to the corner of the kitchen counter and placed her hands on the countertop. “I wanted to do this.”

  Madison parted her legs and rubbed her aching clit against the corner of the counter. It tingled and felt good. The hard corner put just enough pressure on her to stimulate her, and the absence of panties enhanced the feeling.

  “Um,” she murmured.

  She heard a chair scrape. Madison closed her eyes as Thomas’s large, hard body covered her back, his strong arms coming around her waist. One hand slid beneath her breasts.

  “Keep rubbing,” he said in her ear.

  His voice trickled heat down her skin. He rocked his hips, pressing the ridge of his erection between her buttocks, and helped move her clit against the corner—not so hard so that the pleasure would evaporate to pain, but just enough to make her hum with contentment.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw Alexi leaning on the counter from the other side. His eyes were so black they were like voids of midnight. He reached out and touched her face, his fingertip blunt against her cheekbone.

  Two men were watching her get off against a counter, and Madison didn’t mind at all.

  “Do you like it, Maddie?” Thomas whispered. “Do you feel good?”

  “Yes.” The word was a moan. If she’d done this all alone, she might have allowed herself one embarrassed swipe then rushed to turn on the TV and make herself forget her crazy whim. But with Thomas’s warm weight behind her, Alexi caressing her face, her legs parted, her core hot and relaxed, she loved it.

  She felt the zipper at her back slide down, her dress part. Thomas’s hands cupped her shoulders, fingers sliding under the straps of her bra. While he kept moving with her, her bra loosened and dress and bra slid down her arms, baring her to Alexi’s scrutiny.

  Alexi’s gaze moved to her breasts, the man taking his time studying them, as though he wanted to miss nothing.

  Thomas whispered to Madison, “Let him touch you.”

  “Yes.” It was a moan. Madison’s body was like hot wax, Thomas’s voice in her ear completing the meltdown inside her.

  Alexi reached out and gently tugged one nipple. The point was already hard, and his fingers on the sensitive skin had her crying out.

  “Very pretty,” Thomas said to her. “Your breasts are begging to be suckled. Would you like us to do that?”

  Both of them? Holy God. Her fantasies of Thomas had never included a second man. She’d barely thought she’d be able to handle him.

  “I think you would,” Thomas said. “It would make you feel so good.”

  Nothing would come out of Madison’s mouth. Alexi cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands, thumbs flicking at the nipples while he studied them with reverence.

  Madison had never done anything like this before. She had one man behind her, his body almost engulfing hers, while another man lightly caressed her breasts. It was like the best erotic dream she’d ever had.

  The tingling pressure on her clit built and built and finally came tumbling from her mouth. She heard herself crying out, “Yes, oh, yes, Tommy, yes, please!”

  Alexi’s grin grew broad. He squeezed the points of her nipples, just hard enough to make her scream in pleasure. Thomas tilted her head back, and their mouths met.

  Madison was going crazy. Her mouth banged Thomas’s in her desperation to take him, and she sucked and sucked at his tongue. He held her with strong hands while she dimly felt Alexi push her dress and bra all the way down and off.

  She was naked now, except for her high-heeled sandals; she hadn’t put on stockings in the June heat. They’d taken her clothes away, and she didn’t mind. She pressed against Thomas, the prickle of his suit erotic against her burning skin.

  “Please, Thomas,” she babbled. “Please, Thomas, now. Now.”

  “Demanding, aren’t you?” Thomas suppressed a chuckle. He was supposed to be in charge, but with Madison squirming all over him as she orgasmed, naked beneath his hands, he could barely hold himself back.

  Alexi’s presence helped him maintain control. Thomas knew that if Alexi hadn’t been there, he’d have swept the dishes off the table, spread Madison across it, and taken her hard. She wanted it, he wanted it, he needed it.

  The table was too far away. Thomas lifted Madison to the counter, laying her carefully back against the tiles. Alexi rolled up his coat and put it beneath her head.

  “Lovely,” Thomas said, tracing the length of her arm. “A Madison feast.”

  Madison gazed up at him, her face flushed, her brown eyes half closed, lips swollen from her frantic kisses. Her nipples were dark points, her skin slightly tanned as though she sometimes went out in the sun topless but didn’t make a habit of it. At the join of her legs, coy curls of dark hair hid the entrance to her pleasures.

  Alexi copied Thomas’s movement on her other side, drawing his finger down her arm then over her hips the same time Thomas did. Thomas’s fingers, with Alexi’s matching, moved down her legs, touched her toes, came back up her body. As one, both men glided a finger into her cleft, Thomas nearly groaning when he found her wet and hot and open.

  He withdrew his finger and lifted it to his lips. “You taste sweet, Maddie. So wet and ready for us.”

  “Yes,” she rasped.

  Thomas kissed her shoulder then trailed his lips down her arm. Alexi mimicked him on the other side. They moved their mouths down her legs again, bypassing her sweet pussy on the way up, but kissing her abdomen and the sides of her breasts.

  Madison couldn’t believe this was happening. Her body moved without her permission, rocking a little, hands clenching, back arching to put her closer to them. Thomas and Alexi kissed the cushion of her breasts, lips warm and soft, breaths hot.

  She gasped out loud when both men drew her nipples into their mouths. After that, they stopped mirroring each other’s actions. Alexi suckled her hard, drawing the entire areola into his mouth. Thomas used his teeth to tease her past endurance. Madison stroked her fingers through both men’s hair, Thomas’s thick and a little coarse, Alexi’s black strands smooth as silk.

  Madison looked down at the two heads bent to feast on her, lashes curling on skin, mouths working. It made her hips rock, her pussy very wet, and she wanted to come again.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  She had no idea what she begged for. She only knew that she was coming apart with pleasure, feeling the contrast between the cool tiles under her back and buttocks and the men’s hot mouths and hands on her. She was naked; they were clothed. She was laid out for their delectation; they were standing up, in control. They could do whatever they wanted to her.

  “Thomas,” she said.

  Thomas lifted his head, his eyes nearly as dark as Alexi’s. Something wild flickered inside them, but his gaze was steady, whatever predator within him tamed for now. “Do you like it, Madison? The surrender?”

  She nodded, too far gone for words.

  Alexi’s mouth continued to torture her, the man drawing in more and more of her breast. Her skin would be swollen, marked, and Madison didn’t care.

  Keeping his gaze tangled with hers, Thomas skimmed his hand down her body and parted her legs. “Spread for me, Maddie.”

  Madison let her legs drape on either side of the counter, opening herself wider than she ever had. Thomas smiled as his gaze followed his fingers down to her wide-open cleft.

  She nearly jumped when his fingertip found the burning point of her clit. Alexi softened his suckling, kissing her breast now, murmuring something in what she took to be Greek.

  “You don’t shave,” Thomas said, running his fingers on either side of her entrance. “Or wax?”

  “It never occurs to me.” There was no one to see, no one to care what she did with her body, so why bother?

  “It’s no matter.” Thomas ran his fingers through the curls. “Yo
u’re silky. Very nice.”

  His hand stroking her felt ten times better than the corner of the counter had. Thomas spread her between his fingers, still looking, still admiring. Alexi lifted his head and looked, too, before he kissed her abdomen below her navel.

  “She smells good,” Alexi said.

  Thomas nodded. “Beautiful.” He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to her clit.

  Madison’s hips left the counter. Alexi pushed her back down, placed a gentle hand on her stomach. “Shh, love.”

  Thomas started to lick her. Madison moaned, heat rippling through her, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. She watched as Thomas placed his hands on her thighs and sucked the hot clit into his mouth.

  As he had with her nipple, he used teeth and lips to suckle and nip, to tease her clit into standing high and hard. Madison couldn’t stop herself lifting to him. She found her arms held in place by Alexi, and Thomas went on and on, kissing, nibbling, sucking, licking.

  She was coming again. Alexi kissed her breasts, his tongue a slow, gentle counterpoint to the madness of Thomas’s mouth. She went crazy, rolling and screaming, any inhibition she’d ever had fleeing her as she cried Thomas’s name.

  The peak of the orgasm flooded her, and for a few moments, Madison saw and heard nothing. The only thing that existed was the feeling welling up in her mouth and breasts and pussy, spilling over. She knew she was wetter than she’d ever been before, knew Tommy was between her legs lapping her clean.

  And then she was on the hard counter again, sobbing, Alexi soothing her with hands and voice, while Thomas kept licking.

  “What does she taste like?” Alexi asked him.

  Thomas raised his head. His lips were swollen, his chin gleaming with her moisture. He dipped one finger straight into her, making Madison cry out. Thomas held his finger out to Alexi. Closing his eyes, Alexi wrapped his mouth around Thomas’s finger and sucked it.