Moans. The horny bastard.
He should have known they’d be in the playroom. When he reached the room, he blinked, and blinked again, then ran a hand over his hair, unsure what to make of what he was seeing.
August knelt on the white satin sheets of the bed. Her hands were bound behind her back with the soft, bright pink bondage rope he and Jay used with female submissive. Rope that Jay had once even used on him.
For a moment, he wondered how she could enjoy being bound and tied after what had happened to her as a child. One day he would find the strength to ask her. But for now, his attention was dragged away by his cock. Hard as a diamond, it pressed against the zipper of his shorts.
She was trussed on her knees. Ass in the air. And, holy hell, she’d either shaved since he’d last seen her, or Jay had shaved her.
Jay had looped the rope in such a way that Arlan was left staring at her plump, bare pussy. It was open and ripe and…ready.
Lust crashed into him, a battering ram to his gut. Movement at the periphery of his vision caught his eye. Jay stood beside the bed, staring down at her, molten lust in his gaze. He held a paddle in his hand. A range of chosen toys lay on the table.
Fuck!
Arlan cleared his throat. Jay glanced up, and his expression changed. The relief on his face was for Arlan alone. And the liquid heat in his gaze wasn’t just for August. Jay’s dark eyes seemed to be trying to communicate a thousand things to Arlan. He closed them for a second, and when he reopened them, the angst and passion had gone, replaced by an arrogant grin.
“Ah, Arlan. You’re just in time. Our little slave here has been naughty and needs punishing.” Slave? There was no way he’d be calling her slave unless she’d confirmed she liked it. Jay wasn’t
an asshole. August must really be into all this. Arlan walked around to the headboard so he could get a glimpse of her face. She turned her head a little at the sound of his footsteps, her head tilting at an awkward angle so she could see him. When she did, she broke into a brilliant smile.
Fuck!
He’d kill for that bright smile she gave him. It melted his heart. It calmed his beast. Soothed his soul that was aching after his last battle with evil. This was kind of fucked up, but she was smiling, she was happy. She was enjoying this.
And she’s happy to see you. She’s happy because you’re safe. A wave of joy swept through him at the realization.
As much as he trusted Jay, he still had to ask. “August, sweetie, are you okay with all this? Really okay?”
That breathtaking smile again. “Master Jay has been making some of my fantasies come true.” She’d had to twist her head to see him, and now she dropped her gaze to the mattress again. The way she spoke, the soft, dreamy lilt of her voice, was as if she were in some kind of trance. And in her submissive pose, she was so graceful, so fucking beautiful.
Master Jay? Her sexual fantasies? His sexual fantasies? Okay. Fine. But what about…love? It wasn’t jealousy he felt. Not jealousy of the relationship she’d built with Jay. No. No matter how often Jay pushed him away, he knew Jay was his. His fated mate. He could smell it. Jay would always come back to him.
He took another deep breath and looked into Jay’s eyes. It was obvious he and August had established a world, a rhythm between them without him, but he had to be sure. “You’ve talked to her about safe words, about limits?”
Jay lifted an eyebrow, his only hint of sarcasm. “No fire play, no severe pain, no binding of the feet.”
“What’s she done to deserve punishment, then?”
“Working too hard. The first five days you were gone, her little nose was buried in zoology textbooks. She wouldn’t let me near her. Since the sixth day, I literally had to drag her away from the books and haul her off to the bedroom every night.”
After saying that, Jay gave her a whack on the ass with the paddle, making her gasp. This paddle was the one with the word slave engraved on it.
“August’s told me she has a thing for being called slave. It’s one of her fantasies. And she’s a very interesting girl. She has a lot of lovely fantasies, don’t you, slave?”
“Yes, sir.” She winked at Arlan.
Arlan shook his head. “Does this slave have a safe word?” “Zebra.”
Arlan’s lip quirked.
Jay smiled. “Watch this. She’s a well-trained slave now.” He walked around to face August. “Tell me what you want, slave.”
“Please, sir, I want to suck your cock, sir.” None too gently, Jay grasped August’s hair, yanked her head back and shoved his cock between her gorgeous lips.
Arlan’s own cock raged against his shorts, as hard as steel. He needed to touch her, needed to tease her. He looked into Jay’s eyes.
“Punish our slave while she sucks me, Arlan.”
Arlan glanced down at her. She was beautiful and so fucking sexy. Why was he even hesitating? He’d never had a problem sharing women with Jay. He’d never had a problem with casual sex either, and there was no doubt August was fully aroused and into this.
You know why.
Arlan swallowed a painful lump in his throat. He shoved the dark secret away. He had to compartmentalize this, not ruin the moment for August and Jay, and not ruin the chance to work sex magic. Today could be the day they made the tower appear. He couldn’t afford to be a pussy about this. He needed to do the sex magic. It was as if he and Jay had changed positions. Jay, now confident in using August for the sex magic, Arlan having his doubts. So many thoughts and emotions flooded his brain, guilt warring with the desire to drop his pants and fuck her senseless.
Arlan took a deep breath. He grabbed the lightest flogger lying on the table and gave her a swat. “Ready for a set of ten, slave?” His voice didn’t sound like his usual Dom voice with women. There was too much gentleness in it. Too much tenderness.
I feel far too much for this woman. She’s my fated mate. Our fated mate. “Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
He steadied himself, brought himself back to reality, back to the real world, where neither of his lovers believed half-fae had fated mates, where neither of them was ready to fall in love with him. Hardening his resolve, he brought the light flogger down upon her creamy flesh. “One. Two.”
August counted each stroke, obviously trained by Jay over the last several days to do so, her voice shaking with arousal as the count rose.
Arlan stared at the bright pink trails across her beautiful heart-shaped ass. His gut instinct was to fall on the bed and kiss each one. But he didn’t. He was about to bust the zipper on his shorts. Jay had said she was being punished, so maybe now was not the time to give her his cock. He turned to Jay, the choreographer of this dance. “How did you plan to punish this delectable slave?”
Jay smiled casually. “Last Christmas, one of the toys from Nick and Kris’s Toy Emporium was a butterfly vibe to use on a woman. Remember that? We strap the little vibe on her and let it stimulate her, let her think about her behavior for a while.” August moaned, but Arlan noticed it was a yes, please type of moan.
He picked up the white butterfly vibe, a thin glass plug and a pink glass dildo almost as thick as his cock and placed them on the floor. These were hand-blown glass, beautiful, functional erotic art that he had ordered from Kris and Nick’s Toy Emporium. He smiled, sure his little mate appreciated the aesthetic beauty of their toys.
“Sir?”
Arlan bent and kissed the sweet curve of her back with reverence. His cock throbbed with the need to get inside her, and yet he couldn’t, wouldn’t let himself. He had to forcibly tamp down his lust.
He laid a hand on her hip. “You don’t have to do this, honey. Not any of it. I want you to feel good about anything you do with us. If you want to try to do the sex magic with Jay alone, that’s fine. If any of this is too much for you, please say the word.”
August rolled her eyes. “Arlan, I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to. I want Jay, and I want you.” Her voice caught on a sob. “I’m just so gla
d you’re home.”
He kissed her back again, nuzzled her hair. He picked up the little butterfly vibe and strapped it over her clit, then pressed the remote control.
“Please,” August begged, her voice thick and desperate. “I don’t want you to be soft or gentle. I’m not a piece of glass. I won’t break.”
Arlan dragged one finger between her lips. Her pussy leaked sweet honeyed cream. Inside him, the lion roared with need.
Chapter Thirteen
August was beside herself with delight and relief. Arlan was home safe. But she wouldn’t allow herself to forget her new duties as a sub. Sweet agony swept her body, making it difficult to think. She had to force herself to concentrate in case Jay or Arlan gave her any orders. For the last five days, she’d had one Dom.
Now she had two.
Jay had attached silver clamps to each nipple, and the clips excited her, closing around her buds with pleasurable pain. Her ass was still nicely warm from Jay’s thwacks with the paddle. But Arlan’s strokes with the flogger had been too light, only teasing her with a hint of the bite she craved.
“Ready for fifteen more, baby?” Arlan drew the flogger gently across her skin as though to remind her of its power.
She nodded. But he didn’t begin. Realizing he needed more encouragement, she finally whispered, “Yes, sir.”
The first swish seemed ironically only to soothe her ass, still hot as it was from Jay’s paddle. The second stung just a little.
But the third, the third actually hurt.
Oh God.
The room spun, and she almost lost her balance as Arlan finally got fully into it, raining down the strikes.
Swish, crack, swish, crack, swish, crack.
The pain and endorphins threatened to topple her. Arlan grabbed her hips, keeping her steady on her knees. When her breathing finally steadied, she felt the nudge of what had to be the glass dildo behind her. Arlan slid it slowly inside her, and she groaned.
As pleasurable as it was too be filled, she craved the thick heat of cock, the, rigid glass only half satisfying her.
Excitement rose as she heard the sound of Arlan removing his clothes. Without warning, Jay slid the head of his cock into her mouth again, and she sucked, leaning her head right back and pulling him deeper into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. She managed to hollow her cheeks for extra pressure, let him out a little way, then sucked him back in, glorying in his moans.
Jay wanted his cock sucked, so she would suck. She groaned in frustration, because as much as she was enjoying pleasuring him, her pussy ached with need. And then her concentration on pleasuring
Jay unraveled at the feel of Arlan’s fingers lightly resting on her ass. The thought of the shameless picture she presented to him filled her mind. Little woman trussed up and shaved, everything on display. The thought made her moan around Jay’s cock, and she had to force herself to continue licking as a myriad of emotions overwhelmed her.
Arlan pulled the glass dildo out, then gave it a thrust back in one, two, three more times deep inside. Then he removed it, making her quiver at the emptiness.
“Have you ever been screwed in here, August?” Arlan’s fingers brushed over her back entrance, and she flinched.
The lust in his voice proved he’d got over whatever qualms had been holding him back before. “No, no. Never.”
Arlan ran his large hand over her back as if he were soothing an animal. “Your ass is so pretty and red now. I’m going to plug it, and then I’m going to fuck you, angel.”
She groaned at his words, then cringed at the feel of cold lube, and cried out when he sank a finger in her knuckle-deep. There was a burning, a flare of heat, making her buck back against her bindings and clench his finger.
“Shh, shh, baby. Ahh, you’re so tight.”
Despite her fear, she knew she could trust him, and while there was pain as he stretched her, there was a bite she craved more of.
Dark lust rolled over her, eclipsing fear, as she felt the press of the tapered pink glass against her ring. At first it didn’t really hurt when the head slid in, but as it went deeper, the thickness became a fiery heat of invasion, a steadily increasing burn of pain/pleasure that made her strain at her ropes. She wanted to beg, plead, anything.
He teased her, tortured her, spreading her, dipping his fingers inside her empty aching pussy and swirling them around. He removed the torturous little butterfly vibe, applying his stronger, firmer fingers right where she needed it, working the hard little bud.
Pleasure mounted until she was ready to scream. Skin met skin. Arlan’s body was on hers, the smoothness of his chest pressed against her back, his hot male flesh melting against her, the head of his cock finally where it should be, demanding entrance.
Arlan’s shaft finally pressing against her slit until the ridged tip slid in.
Jay groaned, aroused, no doubt, by the sight of Arlan behind her. He was so gorgeous, so hers. His lips were slightly parted, and he tilted his head right back.
Jay pulled out on a cry, ropes of hot seed splashing across her neck.
Arlan gripped her hips tightly from behind and slid in, ramming his cock deep inside her pussy, touching her walls. He’d only been inside her a second, and she was about to come. She didn’t know if she could move. His cock filled her pussy until she was out of control, chasing an orgasm so big and so deep, it felt like it was never going to come.
“Look at me,” Jay commanded, and she stared into the black depths of his eyes. His expression commanded her to keep her own eyes open, to worship her Dom as her body exploded with pleasure.
Arlan continued to pump his hips, stroke her walls, work her clit and prolong her orgasm, until she cried out and shuddered from head to foot, until she thought she’d pass out from the strength of her climax.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she collapsed onto the bed. Arlan snuggled into her, giving her a hug. She flopped on her side, almost ready to fall asleep.
And then she remembered just in time to focus all her energy on imagining the storm tower. Her brain seemed to vibrate as she concentrated, and she knew the two of them were doing the same. They concentrated for the full ten minutes that Kruger’s last email told them it might take.
Arlan pulled up his underwear and shorts and took a deep breath. The intensity of his orgasm, of hers, of Jays… He didn’t want to get his hopes up, and yet he believed in it. He believed it could be. Surely making the tower appear was possible. Excitement and adrenaline pumped through his veins as he raced to the window. Ina minute Jay was beside him staring out the window too.
And…. Arlan slammed both fists down on the window ledge. He scanned the horizon, then kicked the wall hard, leaving a dent in the plaster. “What the fuck?” Arlan swore again and flopped backward down on the bed beside August. He managed to blurt the words out against the lump in his throat. “Sex magic’s not going to work.” He put his hands over his face and pinched his eyelids. “It’s not the answer. Fuck! Fuck!” He punched his thigh. He glanced over at August and saw she’d fallen asleep.
“The dark dust is an evil thing. She’s still recovering from it. Look, she hasn’t woken up despite your tantrum.”
Arlan rolled over carefully and studied her, but she was out cold, victim of another dark-dust sleeping attack. He brushed a lock of hair gently from her face. She lay there so sweet and perfect.
Mine!
Was she really? Was she really his?
A hand brushed his own. Jay reached for him, taking his hands and pulling him up from the bed and out into the hallway. Jay shut the door to the bedroom carefully and silently behind them. He leaned back on his heels against the wall, eyes narrowed and fierce as they raked over Arlan.
Staring the other man down was a battle of wills, and something new ramped up the electrical charge already in the air. The zap of it rushed across his every nerve ending. In the next moment, his breath whooshed from his lungs as Jay slammed him against the wall, an arm across
his neck, his cock a bar of iron against Arlan’s groin. “Goddamn you! Why the fuck didn’t you call?”
He struggled, but Jay’s massive arms and superior strength kept him pinned to the wall. “You… asshole… I was in my lion form the whole time.”
Jay released the pressure slightly.
“I don’t exactly have a fucking cell phone hanging from my tail, Jay. I didn’t shift back until today.” The ache in his chest suffocated him—the ache for Jay coupled with years of simmering rage. “And you. Dumb ass! Why did you leave the gate open? Anyone could have snuck in while you were in the playroom.”
Jay’s superior strength now gave the bastard the luxury of being cool and in control. “I left it open in case you came home. Like you did.”
“That was dumb.”
Rough stubble brushed Arlan’s upper lip as Jay’s mouth came down hard. Arlan tried to move his head and break contact, but the kiss ignited into a melting, tongue-thrusting mouth fuck. Arlan couldn’t help releasing a groan. Finally, his pride got the better of his lust, and he broke the kiss. “You stupid fuck.”
Jay’s mouth captured his again, and he sucked on Arlan’s tongue. Arlan surrendered, but only for a second. He wasn’t Jay’s fucking submissive, and he was tired of all his bullshit. “You…you… When are you going to stop being such an asshole?”
“I missed you like hell, okay? Like part of my soul was ripped away. Can you understand that?” Arlan raised an eyebrow. Couldn’t Jay even see the irony of his own hypocrisy? “Um, yes, I understand it.” “Well, good.”
Again, the lips crushed down upon his mouth, punishing it, bruising it. Arlan’s cock rose like a sword to war with Jay’s. Warriors on a battlefield where no one knew the rules.
Jay’s strong fingers kneaded his neck muscles. Arlan’s hands went to Jay’s shoulders reveling in the play of taut muscles, shifting his head to deepen the kiss. Drugged by the contact all the blood in his body traveled south straight to his cock.
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