by Shaw, Leia
“Please fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back into the thrust of his fingers.
“You just said you weren’t horny. Were you lying to us?”
“No...yes. I don’t know! How can you expect me to focus when you’re doing this?”
He grinned but kept moving his fingers in and out of her. “Was it being chased, being helpless while we play with you and look at your body, or is it knowing that I want to fuck your ass?”
She whined and wiggled. “Huh? Um. The first two. I don’t want the last one.”
“Hm. That’s too bad, because if your Domme says it’s okay I’m going to do it anyway. Not today, but soon.” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and brushed a finger against her other hole.
“Nooo!” She went up on her toes and tried to squirm away, but Malachi grabbed her thigh to keep her still and did it again. She squealed and tried to close her legs enough to protect herself, but he wedged his knees between her legs so she couldn’t draw them together.
His free hand shifted to the small of her back, pinning her to the table. Scarlet teased her clit while Malachi got her used to having her bottom played with.
When she was finally quiet, accepting it, Malachi grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto his finger. He spread it around, then pressed his finger against her virgin entrance. “Relax, princess. This will go easier if you don’t fight it. I’m going to hurt you later, but not like this.”
Scarlet hissed, then whimpered and held very still.
“That’s a good girl. That’s not so bad, is it?” He slid his finger in to the first knuckle then out a little, then pressed it in further. When it was all the way in he winked at Scarlet, then turned his gaze back to what he was doing. “See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Slowly, he finger-fucked her ass, crooning to her about how good she was to let him do it.
Scarlet moved around the table so she could see Reece’s face. There were tears on her cheeks and she looked both uncomfortable and turned on, but not upset.
“You okay, baby?”
“It feels weird,” she sniffled.
“And good?”
Reece’s eyes shut tight and she gasped. “I don’t know. Yes. Fuck.”
“Who were you saving your ass for, Reece?” Malachi asked, his voice deeper than usual.
“For you, Sir.”
He chuckled. “I’ll allow you to lie about that. Nothing else though. Has anyone else touched you here before?”
“Scarlet, Sir.”
“You’ve done this to her before, Scarlet?”
“No. I’ve slid a finger across it a couple of times, when I was going down on her but she said no, so I stopped.”
“You’re the Domme now. You get to do what you want unless she safewords. Capiche?”
She nodded to him. He grabbed the plug and handed it to Scarlet. “Put more lube on this. You’re putting it in her ass.”
Blood singing in her ears, Scarlet did as he’d instructed. He pulled her between his legs, so she was tucked between him and Reece. She felt the hardness of his erection pressed against her backside. Just when she’d thought she couldn’t get any more turned on, more heat flared through her. Being between them like this made Scarlet play through several scenarios in her head. The possibilities could keep them busy for ages.
Slowly, Malachi slid his finger out of Reece. Scarlet placed the plug against her girlfriend’s tiny hole.
“Ugh. Cold!” Reece wriggled, but didn’t try to get away.
“Are you sure this is going to fit?”
Malachi chuckled. “It’s not much thicker than my finger, see? Just don’t rush.”
Scarlet pressed on it, and Reece gasped.
“It’s too big!” she whined.
“If you think that’s big, wait until it’s my cock, baby girl. You should be glad you have such a nice Domme. She could have bought a much bigger one and expected you to take it for her,” he admonished. “Try to push it out with your body, it’ll go in easier.”
Reece’s muscles twitched and jumped. Scarlet was patient, stroking her free hand over her girl’s ass until she calmed. She toyed with the plug and pressed, and eventually it inched into her and slid into place. The girl let out a low, tortured moan and Scarlet swallowed hard and tried to slow her racing pulse. She traced around the gem with her fingertip and Reece trembled.
“Good girl. I can’t believe how still you stayed for me.” Scarlet stroked a hand over Reece’s lower back and bottom then patted her on the plug.
The girl squeaked and shuddered from head to toe. Malachi went to wash the lube off his hands.
Scarlet leaned close to Reece’s ear. “I can’t wait to watch him push his big cock into your sweet little ass,” she whispered.
Reece gasped, but didn’t say anything.
A minute later Mal came back, his dark eyes drinking in the two of them together.
Scarlet grabbed the spatula and handed it to him, then shuffled out of the way.
He moved up behind Reece and looked down at her. “Now, should you have been whipping me with that towel?”
She peered at him over her shoulder. “No, Sir.”
“You were a very bad girl, Reece. Hitting your Dom is not allowed, understood? And running away when I told you to stop was also very naughty. Unless we’re playing that game, it’s not allowed, either. Say it.”
Her brow creased. “But...you’re not my Dom. Scarlet is.”
Scarlet and Malachi exchanged a glance. He looked like he was waiting for her to interfere. She hesitated a moment. This would be so much easier if they were truly co-Doms, not just temporary ones. Even knowing how much longer he was staying would be helpful.
“Well, we can clear this up right now then,” she said, looking down at Reece. “Since you’re mine,” she grabbed a handful of hair to make Reece feel the possession, “I get to decide who to share you with. Has Malachi proven to be trustworthy when it comes to this?”
Reece tried to nod then winced when it tugged on her scalp. “Yes, Scarlet.”
“So you treat him like you do me from now until...” Could she say it? She forced the words though they tasted bitter. “Until we’re done. And he’s allowed to punish you when you’re bratty.”
Scarlet checked with Malachi if that was okay and he gave her a small nod of approval. “My expectations aren’t difficult, Reece. I just gave you two easy rules. What are you not allowed to do?”
“I’m not allowed to hit you or run away, unless you say so, Sir.”
“And what are you?”
She let out a whimper and tried to hide her face. Scarlet released her grip in her hair and Reece placed her forehead on the table.
“I’m a bad girl,” she mumbled. Her voice was husky and hearing her say it was sexy as hell – especially with her lying there, blushing shyly.
He held up the spatula. “How many do you think you deserve?”
“None, Sir. Spanking me will just teach me to be more violent. Isn’t that what the specialists say?”
“Brat.” He laughed. “I don’t think those studies include adults.”
“They should. If you spank me too much maybe I’ll become a very violent person. You wouldn’t want that on your head, would you?”
“I was thinking you needed fifteen, but I’m going to round that up to twenty now. Fifteen from me for hitting and running, five from Scarlet for mouthing off.”
“Not fair! You already defiled my poor ass and now you’re going to beat it, too?”
“Yes. Your ass begs to be defiled, and you’re never going to get away without a punishment with two of us taking care of you.” He swatted one ass cheek hard, with the spatula. “You’d better keep count or I might lose track.”
She made an indignant noise, but seemed to know better than to argue more. “One.”
At five he gave her a tap on the plug and she squeaked endearingly.
He paused. “Scarlet, you should tease her and try to get her to forget what number she’s on.�
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Reece groaned. “Bastard.”
Scarlet moved to where she could touch Reece without getting caught with a backswing. Why didn’t these devious things occur to her without prompting? She was frustrated with herself.
By the time he reached fifteen, Reece was shouting random numbers and begging to come. Scarlet wondered if Malachi would insist on starting over, since the girl had lost count. Apparently he was feeling benevolent. Mal handed the spatula off to Scarlet, who laid into her with five hard and fast strokes. Reece’s poor ass was red and mottled, drawing more attention to how perfectly curved it was. The jewel planted in its center was almost impossible to look away from.
Malachi pulled Reece off the table, drew her dress over her head, and sat back on the couch with her sitting on his lap, facing out. He draped her legs on either side of his then spread them.
“I can’t stay like this, Sir. My welts are too sore, and you’re pressing on...” She quivered.
Malachi grabbed her hips and dry humped her ass through his jeans. “What? Am I pressing on something?” he asked with mock innocence.
Reece gasped and struggled to get away, but he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her back against him and held her like that. With his free hand, he pinched at her nipples. Scarlet grabbed the vibe and knelt between their legs. With Reece’s legs spread this wide, all of her most sensitive parts were on display. Scarlet planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s swollen clit then sucked it into her mouth. She switched on the vibe and ran it up the inside of Reece’s thigh then up as close to the butt plug as she could get, with Malachi in the way. The vibe buzzed against Malachi’s jeans and he swore loudly.
She yanked it away. “Sorry!”
He groaned. “I just don’t want to come in my pants. I’m supposed to be a grown man here.” He slid his hands over Reece’s body then bit down on her neck.
She moaned in the way she did when she was close to coming.
Scarlet grinned at Malachi then alternated between using her tongue and the vibe on Reece’s clit until the girl came hard. She bucked and twisted in Malachi’s arms as he restrained her, letting Scarlet abuse her clit until she was a sweaty, wrung-out mess.
When Scarlet crawled up next to them on the sofa, Malachi wrapped one of his big, tattooed arms around her and pulled her into the mix. Reece turned sideways on his lap and sagged against his chest. Moving closer, Scarlet claimed Reece’s mouth. They kissed against Mal’s chest for a while, and Scarlet became aware that he was stroking her back underneath her t-shirt. When she came up for air, she looked at him and realized his face was much too close. Although he had been petting them nicely, his dark eyes blazed with arousal. She knew just how he felt. Just because Reece had come didn’t mean either of them were satisfied.
Reece’s hand crept up her spine and tangled in the back of her hair. She tipped Scarlet’s head back and kissed her neck. Scarlet moaned low, and the next moment Malachi’s mouth was on hers, taking what he wanted.
Chapter 12
Malachi stepped back, shaded his eyes, and peered up at the top story of his farmhouse. The coat of white paint he’d put on last weekend had transformed the old house. Now instead of looking ready to keel over and slide into a pile of rubble, it only looked in need of repairs. Magnificent, if he did say so himself. Just a billion more dollars to do up the inside and he’d be set.
The sound of a car engine cruising to a halt behind him made him turn to look.
Shit. Ivy.
He dusted off the top of his jeans where some chicken feed crap had stuck and strolled over to open the gate for her. His shirt was a bit mottled and paint speckled but Ivy was used to that from him when she visited. Or at least she had been used to it. It’d been a year or more since she’d been here.
She slammed the door on her late-model Ford, and her red curls flipped across her shoulders as the breeze caught her hair. Her make-up was immaculate, as was the pink flared dress. Flowers and pretty colors had always been her thing. In that way, she was like Reece. He let his gaze unglue from the fancy bodice that pushed out her tits.
“Howdy partner.” When he rolled his eyes at her greeting, Ivy grinned. “Sorry, couldn’t resist with that cowboy shirt.” She peered over his shoulder and her gaze travelled upward. “You’ve been painting. Looks good.”
“Thanks. If you say that again, I’m going to hand you a paint brush.”
“Really?” Then she eyed him speculatively as if wondering whether to take up the offer.
What was going through her head? Coming out here to visit wasn’t exactly an easy drive. She’d dropped him after deciding his domming was never going to be what she wanted. Making his sub stand in a corner for five hours with a row of needles tracked up her side was not his idea of dominance. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn’t go that extreme, but she craved serious punishment and control. He understood a little how Ivy felt – though they were on different ends of the spectrum.
The length of her dress made him wonder if she had bruises underneath. That day he’d seen her at the shop, she could barely sit down. What was the guy’s club name? Master D?
“You didn’t come to check out the house.”
A hen fluttered in and pecked at the ground to their left. Another escapee. As if he needed evidence of his poor chicken-rearing skills. The hens were conspiring against him, again.
He’d figured he might as well keep chickens. Free eggs had to be worth it alone. If only the foxes didn’t like the chickens and the chickens didn’t hate staying in the coop.
“Your hens still outwitting you?” Ivy tucked her keys into her handbag.
He nodded, head tilted. “You know how tempted I am to paddle you for that? My hand is twitching.”
“You wouldn’t touch a sub who wasn’t yours.” But the glitter in her eyes said the offer had struck home.
“So, how’s Master D?”
She shrugged. “Gone. He got a job offer in Texas and I didn’t want to leave here. I like working for the jeweler, you know that.”
Right. That explained a lot. Awkward. “Why are you here?” Because having my heart trampled on twice in a row isn’t that tempting.
She screwed up her mouth and shrugged apologetically. “I should have called.” Then she peeked up at him in that way she had, like some cute lost puppy.
“Do you want to come in for a coffee, Ivy?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I should go. Sorry. I’m pitiful, aren’t I?”
“No. Never.” Even if she was, it was sexy pitiful and he could never resist trying to help her. “Besides, my kitchen could do with something pretty in it.”
“Thanks,” she said quietly, looking as if he’d just done her some huge favor.
The coffee machine was newly bought and contrasted heavily with the ambience of the dented and burned kitchen counter, and the dining table Jude had made him from old timber.
“Wow.” Ivy surveyed the kitchen from her chair at the table. “Love the jump from modern and shiny to antique-ish. I have to paint this.” She swung her head to look at him, her hands cradling her mug of steaming coffee. “Can I get some pictures before I go?”
“Sure.” Close-up, sitting in his house again, Ivy was like a little buxom present waiting to be unwrapped...or better yet, stripped. Whatever she called this dress she had on – pin up or whatever – it held her breasts up and presented them beautifully.
She smiled, her eyes wide and mock innocent. “You like my new dress?” Then she managed to lean into the table more, squashing those assets further upward.
Brat. She knew he was a tits man.
His throat thickened. He took a sip of coffee to give himself time to think. Dark, rich, scalding hot – it made him refocus. “You don’t have a new Dom?”
“No.” Her deep breath made his gaze twitch downward.
“If you want me to think straight, stop breathing like that.” Or...I could cut to the chase and ask if I can crop them. Fuck.
What potential –
Ivy strapped to the chair, half-stripped. Those succulent breasts out where he could torture them and then he could fuck her mouth... No. No, no, no. Temporary domming was not his thing. Though Scarlet and Reece – what was he doing with them, if not temporary?
“Sorry. Sir.” She leaned away and fidgeted with her cup at the edge of the table. “I was hoping you might consider that. I mean, being my Dom again? Would you?”
He wasn’t her sir. Malachi frowned. “That’s pretty abrupt, darling.”
When she’d packed up and left, he’d walked around for days with what seemed a knife-sharp pain in his chest and guts. Ivy was a funny girl – all submissive when in a scene but outside that she had a habit of popping up with some odd ideas. Sometimes he wondered if she had a split personality.
“I know.” She shrugged, looking a bit downcast. “I figured if I didn’t try, I’d regret it, and to tell the truth, I didn’t call you because I knew me being here...” She cleared her throat. “...in person, might sway you. Basically, I’m sorry. I’m willing to get down on my knees and grovel even, Sir.”
Malachi rested his chin on his hands, with his elbows on the table. With his thumb, he played with his goatee. The tattoos on his biceps stood out sharp in the periphery of his vision. He’d never been one for getting initials of lovers on himself – he’d seen too many regrets from customers who did that. But the demon sitting on a motorcycle tattoo was done on the day he and Ivy had their first scene years ago.
He stared across the table at her. “I’m not Sir to you, Ivy. And we both know groveling is what you like best. If I let you do that you’d be happier about how you left me?”
“Yes. I would. So?”
He toyed with his goatee some more. “This is how it started – mild Dominance and submission, and then you wanted me to go in for severe humiliation as punishment. Putting you outside in a cage. Making you eat on the floor. Cutting you off for weeks. It’s not me. We both know that. I don’t see how it would work out a second time any better than the first.”
