The sight of the big man suckling Thomas’s finger, while Thomas’s eyes were dark and hot, made Madison orgasm a second time.
“Mmm.” Alexi drew away. He touched his lips. “Thank you. Sweet spice and everything nice, Madison.”
“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Thomas asked.
Madison fell limply against the counter, her breath in gasps like she’d been running, but a jog down a trail had never been as good as this. “What a question.”
“I asked it. Did you like that?”
Thomas wanted her to answer, to obey. Madison nodded. “I loved it.” She hesitated. “Will you do it again?”
“This is all about your pleasure. So yes. But I think we’ll move someplace more comfortable.”
Before she could sit up, Thomas slid his arms behind her shoulders and knees and lifted her from the counter. “Your bedroom is upstairs, I take it?”
Madison drooped against him, loving his strength, his warmth, the mastery in his voice. She pointed into the hall with a languid hand. “That way.”
Thomas lifted her closer, kissing her lips. He carried her out of the room with Alexi following, leaving the uneaten pecan pie to soften to goo on the table.
Chapter 7
Madison’s bedroom was feminine but not frilly and flowery. She had simple tastes, from the carved Queen Anne four-poster with a handmade quilt, to the tall, stand-alone armoire, to the elegant cheval mirror beside the bed, to the honeysuckle trailing outside the window. The room wasn’t the largest one upstairs, Thomas realized as they passed doors, but it looked to be the most comfortable.
Alexi followed as Thomas laid Madison on the bed. She looked sated already, her eyes half closed, her body open and pliant.
Thomas had taken women in a threesome before, but those women had sought nothing but sexual pleasure. Any two men would do for them.
With Madison it was different, personal. Thomas wondered why he didn’t mind Alexi here. Madison belonged to him—Thomas—or at least, he planned for her to belong to him. But Thomas thought of Madison’s reaction when they’d both touched her while she lay on the counter, both suckling her, both pleasuring her. She’d screamed in joy. He’d tolerate the second man if it brought Madison pleasure, if that’s what she wanted.
Alexi sat on the bed, smoothing Madison’s hair. “Do you feel good, Madison?”
Madison smiled, but at Thomas. “I’m not hating this. Is it the kind of thing you do at your club?”
“Not exactly.” Thomas shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t want to talk about the club tonight. Tonight, I’m with you.”
In fact, Thomas never wanted to go back to the club. He wanted Madison, not for simple bodily satisfaction, but to hold in his arms through the night. The women he met at the club had become little more than fuck buddies, people he cared about, yes, but not true lovers. Always, always, his mind strayed to Madison, dreaming of a night she would sleep in his arms. He wanted to wake up and know that being with her wasn’t a dream.
He was grateful to Alexi for forcing this situation. Then again, Thomas hadn’t been prepared for tonight. He’d come over for dinner, expecting her to want to talk about Girard, and all his accoutrements were at home.
“What are we going to do now?” Madison asked.
She was thinking of this as a game. As play. Thomas sat on the side of the bed opposite Alexi and trailed the backs of his fingers across her face. “If I had you at my house, I’d bind your wrists, fasten you down. Then I’d ready you to take me, and him.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing what his fingers had touched. “Have you ever had a man in your ass, Maddie?”
“Anal sex?” She flushed. “Yes. Once.”
“Did you like it?”
Her flush deepened. “Yes.”
“Then why only the once?”
Madison shrugged, her embarrassment so cute while she lay naked on a bed letting two men touch her. “The guy in question and I didn’t stay together. It was a mutual breakup, nothing tragic. After that, I just never had an opportunity.”
She meant that she’d not gone seeking sex. Thomas thought he understood. Madison liked sex, but she wouldn’t deliberately go after it, wouldn’t turn to a stranger to fulfill her. She and the other man hadn’t stayed together, even though they’d enjoyed the sexual part of the relationship enough to experiment. Which meant that the emotional part of a relationship meant something to her. She wouldn’t seek out or stay in a relationship solely for the sex.
Thomas kept the glee he felt out of his voice as he said, “I’m glad to hear you learned to take it. You’ll know what to do then.”
“I sort of know what to do. It’s been a while.”
Thomas touched her cheek. “Pretty Maddie. If I had my things, I’d open you with a plug, maybe a wand, make you relaxed and ready.” He smiled as she squirmed, wriggling her hips as though she felt the butt plug already. “As it is, I’ll have to make do with my fingers. And my cock.”
Madison shivered again, her chest rising with her quickened breath. Her skin had an even pink tone, Madison flushing all over.
Alexi never took his eyes from her face. “But I brought my things.”
Thomas’s decided that Alexi was now his best friend. He kept his voice calm when he said, “Did you? Good. Get them.”
Alexi gave a nod and left the room. Madison twined her legs together, as though she wanted to squeeze her thighs and relieve the buildup of pressure between them.
“Are you always this bossy?” she asked Thomas.
Thomas leaned down until he lay partially across her, his face an inch from hers. “I am. I waited nine long years to get you here, cher. Nine years. I will make everyone in this house do my bidding if it lets me be here with you, doing what I’ve dreamed of doing.”
She looked startled, eyes widening. “Nine years? Really? Well, damn, Thomas, what took you so long?”
So many things. Fear that she’d push away the Cajun boy, her high school crush behind her. Would elegant Madison want to be seen with a man from the back swamps of Fontaine? Then he’d been busy building up his business with Marc. Such things took time, though he wondered whether he’d let work absorb his full attention so that his social life could go to hell. The sex club took the place of that social life—the club where he dealt out pleasure and refused himself true connection with anyone.
Madison’s brown eyes watched him, waiting.
“Things,” Thomas said, shrugging.
“Not even a phone call?” Madison asked. “Not even a Christmas card? Barely a nod and a ‘How are you?’ if we happened to meet? And now you want to have a threesome with me. All for my pleasure? I’m not such a fool, Tommy. What do you really want?”
Thomas captured her wrists, lifted them over her head, held them in place with one hand. He heard water running in the bathroom, Alexi preparing whatever he’d brought with him. “Subs don’t talk back.”
“I’m not your sub.”
Why did her defiant glare arouse him more than did his true subs begging him to use them?
“You are tonight,” Thomas growled. “And disobedient subs get punished.”
“They do, do they?”
“Yes.” Thomas gave her a light slap across her pussy. “They get spanked.”
Madison jumped, her eyes flaring with heat. “Spankings are done on the backside.”
“Not necessarily.”
Alexi entered the room at that moment, a box in his hands. “Discipline already?”
Thomas’s cock was hard behind his zipper, the throbbing thing wanting to break free of the barrier. “She needs to be taught who exactly is in charge.”
“Excellent.” Alexi set the box on the nightstand and turned to the bed again. He patted her pussy where Thomas had, a little harder.
Madison gasped, not in pain, her eyes flooding with desire. Her hips lifted a little, as though seeking the sensation. Thomas and Alexi continued giving her pussy little spanks, coaxing her legs apart to get to her fully. She let o
ut little cries of delight that pushed Thomas to the edge.
“Who do you obey, Maddie?” he asked, his voice dark.
She gave him a big, beautiful smile. “I obey no one.”
Thomas’s pounding cock gave a jolt. Then he laughed. “Oh, Madison, you’ll pay for looking so adorable.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he and Alexi increased their spanks until Madison was rising off the bed, squealing and moaning in ecstasy.
“Thomas,” Madison heard herself screaming. “Please.”
“Do you want to come, Maddie?”
Thomas’s voice was dark, his smile sinful, and Madison thought she’d come before she could answer him. Alexi was lazily watching her, resting his fist on the bed, his dark head bent to her. Alexi was a sensual man, dark-skinned, black-haired, eyes like midnight. But it was Thomas who Madison responded to, Thomas with his wicked smile and warm eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I’m going to come.”
Abruptly the light spanks ceased. “Not yet,” Thomas said.
Madison let out a frustrated scream. “Damn you.”
For answer, Thomas laughed. Then he started to shed his clothes.
Madison stopped protesting to watch. Dear God, he was a beautiful man. His suit coat came off, then his tie, then his shirt. His chest was hard muscles dusted with dark hair, his tanned torso a sexy contrast to the formal slacks hugging his hips. He got rid of his shoes and socks, then opened his pants and dropped them. Black satin boxers hid his large cock until he pulled those off as well.
Naked, Thomas faced her, his cock as long and thick as she remembered it from last weekend. She felt even more heady watching it lift from his naked thighs, the balls beneath it tight and hard.
“Is this what you want?” Thomas asked in a soft voice. He ran his fingers up the underside of his cock. “This?”
“Yes.” Madison could barely force out the word.
“Like you had it last weekend? Swallowing it down your throat?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Please, please, please.
Thomas took a step back, putting himself out of reach. His smile made her heart turn over. Alexi leaned against the bedpost, watching, dark eyes glittering. He remained dressed, as though happy just to watch.
Thomas climbed onto the bed, on his knees between her legs. “This is what you want, Madison. Me inside you. Me fucking you.”
“Yes.”
He spread her legs. “You’re ready for me. So wet. So swollen.”
Madison couldn’t speak anymore. She wanted him inside her, on her, in her bed, in her life. She wanted him.
“Thomas, please.”
He reached over her into Alexi’s box and extracted a foil packet he’d seen there. Alexi caught the wrapping, and Madison watched Thomas unroll the condom over his hard length.
Thomas spread her legs wider, lifted her hips with his hands on her buttocks. “This is what you want.”
“Yes. I want you. Please.”
She begged some more, the words incoherent, while Thomas watched and smiled. Just when she thought she’d explode with longing, Thomas positioned himself at her entrance and slid straight inside.
Chapter 8
Madison cried out in pure pleasure. Yes, this was what she wanted, she needed. Oh, yes.
Thomas moved into her slowly, helping her take him inch by inch. Her vaginal lips stretched to fit him, and the feeling inside was hot, hard, as she pulsed around him.
“Look in the mirror, Madison.” Thomas jerked his chin to the cheval mirror next to them. “Look at my cock invading your pussy. Watch it go in.”
Madison looked, her body hot, a dark feeling swamping her. She saw the huge length of him, long and hard, being swallowed into her depths. Then it disappeared from view, Thomas leaning over her so she could take him as deep as she could.
“Is she tight?” Alexi asked, watching them with intense eyes. “Is it good to fuck her?”
Thomas knew what the man wanted to hear. He was used to voyeurs who came to watch him, never participating, getting off by watching others. “She’s so damn tight. She’s squeezing me hard, and she’s so fucking hot and wet.”
“Good,” Alexi breathed. “Good.”
Madison did feel damn good, no exaggeration. Her hands grappled his buttocks, fingers clamping down. Thomas had planned to tie her wrists so she couldn’t touch him, but he’d lost control too soon. Seeing her open and ready for him had made him want to plant himself inside her right now.
And Madison was beautiful. Her sheath squeezed him like hot silk, pulling him in, making him want to pump into her hard until he was breathless and coming. With effort, Thomas made himself slow down, let her get used to him. He was big, he knew that. He vowed to take her in her ass, too, but he wanted to show her how big he really was first. He’d let her change her mind if she truly thought she couldn’t take him.
Alexi undid his belt and opened his pants, showing that, apparently, he didn’t want to only watch. He stepped to the bed, his dark cock lifting with his need.
“Take him,” Thomas instructed. “Take him in your mouth. Suck him and show him how much pleasure you’re feeling.”
Madison studied the cock hanging next to her. Alexi was different from Thomas: longer, leaner, the crown round and full. She couldn’t believe that she was in this room with two men, one hard inside her, the other wanting her to suck him.
She shivered in pure pleasure as she licked the head of Alexi’s penis and then drew it into her mouth.
Thomas watched the cock disappear between Madison’s lips and couldn’t suppress his groan. Alexi threaded his hand through Madison’s hair, a smile on his face.
Watching Madison’s mouth work, remembering how she’d sucked off Thomas’s cock last weekend, made Thomas want to come. He felt the urge begin inside his balls, dying to work its way up. He tried to suppress it, tried to focus on Madison greedily licking and sucking Alexi.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered. “You like a long dick, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Madison didn’t answer, caught up in what she was doing. Too caught up. She’d forgotten about him, had she?
Alexi gave a vast sigh of pleasure, and his hips began to move. Good, he was almost done.
When Alexi finished and withdrew from her, Thomas lowered himself to Madison as she dreamily wiped droplets of Alexi’s come from her lips.
Thomas backed most of the way out and drove hard into her again. Madison’s legs came up to wrap around his hips, and now Thomas was the sole focus of her brown eyes. They rocked and grunted and gasped, sounds of loving filling the room.
“You love it,” he said. “You love me fucking you. You love squeezing my cock in your pussy, don’t you, cher?”
“Mmm.” Madison was beyond words, her face beautiful as she began to really feel it. Her soft, feminine cries drove him to further frenzy, and Thomas pumped, giving up on holding back.
“Madison!” he shouted. “Madison, Maddie, sweetheart.” He said her name over and over as his come shot out to be trapped by the barrier of the condom. No. He wanted so much to be bare inside her, naked inside his Madison.
But the careful habits he’d acquired over the years, knowing he participated in risky sex, wouldn’t let him simply pour himself into Madison. He’d have to wait. If Madison wanted him, he’d quit the club, stay home with her, embrace monogamy, if monogamy meant being with Madison Rainey. Forever.
Forever. The idea of finishing this weekend and not having Madison in his life afterward suddenly terrified him.
Madison fell back against the pillows, panting, laughing. Thomas withdrew, not wanting to, but knowing he’d have bothered with the condom for nothing if he didn’t.
Not being inside her hot, snug sheath was hell. He felt suddenly cold, bereft. Alexi, that peach of a man, handed him a towel.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Thomas wrapped the towel around himself, the prickle of the terrycloth both stimulating and irritatin
g.
“Yes.” Madison’s eyes glinted from under half-closed lids. “I want more.”
“You’ll get it. Lie back and rest right now. I need you loose and relaxed.”
Madison stretched her arms overhead, spreading her legs, wriggling her toes. “I’m relaxed.”
“Good.” Thomas leaned down and kissed her. He meant to make the kiss brief, but his lips lingered on hers, their tongues swept together, and the kiss turned serious. Her lips were soft and hot, mouth so warm, Madison kissing with the kisses of the sated. No more nervous anticipation, just sweet afterglow.
Thomas made himself lift away. Alexi sat down on the bed, softly stroking Madison’s skin while Thomas went into the bathroom, discarded the condom, and washed himself as quickly as he could. He got back while Alexi was still touching, hands circling her breasts.
Thomas breathed hard, already stiff and aching again, wanting to be back inside her. But this weekend was about her pleasure, not his.
He rummaged in Alexi’s carefully arranged box and smiled as he drew out a pair of leather handcuffs. Perfect.
While Madison hummed at Alexi’s touch, Thomas lifted her wrist and wrapped a cuff around it. Madison’s eyes widened as Thomas hooked it to the bedpost, then leaned across the bed and captured her other wrist.
She pulled experimentally at the bonds, and Thomas stopped. The sight of her, naked and tethered, her body moving in languid contemplation as she tugged the straps, made him hard and ready. She made a beautiful, sexy captive.
Alexi pulled a black satin blindfold out of the box and gently eased it over her eyes.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Madison protested. “I want to look at you.”
Thomas kissed her lips, then brushed a kiss to the blindfold. “Sensory deprivation. You can’t see, you can’t touch, but you can hear our words and feel us touching you.”
“I know. That’s why it’s not fair.”
“Listen and feel,” Thomas said. “Concentrate only on that. Trust us, Madison.”
“Trust?” She smiled, not afraid, that was his Madison. “I’m the one tied up.”
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