Denys, Jennifer - Friendly Seduction [Friends and Acquaintances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jennifer Denys

  Lifting a hand to his chin he considered her pose. “Hm, not bad. In that case, Rayn joins you there…hey,” he cried as she scampered off toward the door.

  She grinned. “As Rayn is the fun-loving one, Felissa is teasing him back by running away coquettishly,” she said as she raised one hand to peer at him from behind her fingers.

  Advancing on her slowly, he leered. “As it happens, Garin comes in behind her and gathers her up in his arms. She squeals—go on, squeal.”

  Lissa did so unconvincingly.

  He rolled his eyes. “And between the two of them they place her back on the console.” He lifted an arm to indicate she needed to get back on the chest masquerading as the console.

  As she sauntered past him, he swatted her on the butt. “Hey.”

  Looking down at her as she walked past him, he studied her clothes. She was wearing a denim skirt with a T-shirt top. “Hm.” He pondered thoughtfully.

  “What?”

  “I know exactly what I want the guys to do, but you have to be naked at that stage. I hadn’t given much thought to how you get undressed.”

  “You could always use the line ‘her clothes fell away from her body’ where the characters have no problems undoing anything. Or even better, the old chestnut when the writer has the character suddenly noticing they are naked with no idea of how they got there. I always groan when they use that one.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want my number one reader to groan, so I’m going to fall back on a sci-fi classic convention of being able to press a button on the clothing and it all comes apart in one go.”

  “Cheating, cheating. Foul play.”

  “If it works, why reinvent the wheel? This is the future, and clothes are made to come off easily. So to that end, assume all your clothing has fallen off you.”

  Lissa huffed, pretending annoyance, and did as he asked. As she undressed, he took advantage of her activity to undress himself.

  When she finished and had clambered onto the chest, he retrieved something from the bathroom, placing it on the side slightly out of her line of sight. She squirmed around him to look. “What’s that?”

  He stood in front of her holding her head in his hands to stop her turning to look. “Uh-uh. Imagine Rayn and Garin are in front of you, touching you, caressing you, kissing you. Your clothing has fallen away from your body—stop giggling,” he ordered, waiting until she complied. “You are getting so aroused you have no idea what is going on around you other than these two men—gorgeous, young, rakish men, I hasten to add.”

  “Of course. Although it’s going to be hard to imagine I have a gorgeous, young, and rakish man in my arms, ah,” she finished as he started to tickle her in response to her comment. “I’m sorry, I take it all back. No, stop, please.” She was giggling and squirming hard.

  “I didn’t know you were so ticklish. Not that the guys are tickling Felissa, so stop it.”

  “You started it!”

  “Shh, they are arousing her, so consider yourself aroused. As you do, you inadvertently hit a destabilizer button, and the ship tilts and you all fall to the floor!” He pulled her off the chest into his arms and wrestled her to the floor, Lissa falling on top of him with a startled yelp.

  She sat up straddling him, giggling. “Why did that happen?” she asked in amusement.

  “Because I’ve always thought it unusual that nobody hits the wrong button in sci-fi films. Think about all the times you hit the wrong key on the keyboard and all your work gets wiped or you end up on a page you didn’t know existed and have no idea how to get back. What happens if you are hurtling through space at the time? You could end up on the other side of a black hole.”

  Grinning in excitement, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, “Oh, excellent! And your machine closes down suddenly, and there is no one in the IT department to come and help. I love it. So our guys are rolling around in disarray on the floor.”

  “Yup, but good old Garin hits the correct button, and they stabilize again.”

  “Hang on. Shouldn’t they be floating around if it has destabilized?”

  Matt rolled his eyes. “It is not a gravity stabilizer but one holding the ship on the level. Satisfied?” he asked. At her nod, he went on, “So Rayn is on the floor with Felissa on top. Garin crouches down behind her. Don’t move. I need to get something.”

  She stilled. “Eh, Garin said that?” She frowned, slightly confused by this comment.

  “No, you twit. That was me.” He squirmed to reach something he had managed to dislodge onto the floor as he pulled her down. It was some lube.

  Lissa turned her head to look at what he was reaching for, frowning a little. “Um, what exactly are you going to do with that?”

  “Uh-uh. Felissa does not say that. She is enjoying being on top and caressing Rayn’s chest. Go on, do some chest caressing.”

  She groaned at the demand. “As my master requests.” She obeyed.

  It was good—too good. He groaned as she stroked his nipples. He loved the feeling of her on top of him like this, her legs tight against either side of his body, her pussy over his cock.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” he cried. But it had given him enough time to gather some lube on his fingers. Pulling her slightly forward with his left hand, he reached behind her with his right hand and caressed the rim of her backside. She tensed slightly.

  “Ahh. Matt! Oh my God. Please tell me you are not doing what I think you are doing?”

  He grinned at her as he continued his caressing, entering her anus with the tip of his finger as she loosened up.

  “But I can’t, honey, because Garin is doing exactly what you think he is doing. Try to relax some more.”

  She panted a little as she tried to do what he asked. “Have you ever done this before?” she asked breathily.

  “Nope. Am I doing it okay?” He hoped he was as it felt very good to him. This cropped up a lot in her books so he decided to try it himself to see if it was as good as the writers made out.

  “Oh, yes!”

  Chuckling at her enthusiasm but not removing his finger, which he had now edged further inside her, he turned her carefully onto her right side so they lay face to face on the floor. Thankfully there was a thick rug underneath them since he hadn’t planned doing this here. He had intended it to take place in the bedroom.

  “Now, imagine Garin is lying behind you stretching your lovely butt with his fingers. And this is what Rayn is going to do.”

  She squealed as he moved down her body, kissing her breasts as he went, turning her partially onto her back so he could lick through her pale curls to her pussy while two fingers now stroked into her clenching ass.

  “Holy cow. Matt!” She panted heavily, her butt lifting up off the floor to aid his movement, her feet planted firmly on the floor beside his shoulders. She reached down and grasped his hair.

  Lifting his head, he smiled at her and said, “Uh-uh.” And he removed her hands from his head. “Place them over your head.” He waited while she reluctantly did this then returned to her pussy, pushing her thighs further apart with his shoulders as she tried to close them instinctively. He chuckled as she groaned. He felt her arousal grow. Her groans turned to whimpers as he ran his tongue along her folds, lapping at her juices as they flowed out. A shot of pleasure went through his body that he was making her feel this way.

  “Matt, please!” She bucked under his hands now, trying to push her trembling body closer to his mouth as his fingers scissored in her ass. He held her down with a firm hand on her stomach as his tongue thrust into her pussy before moving up to bite down softly on her engorged clit.

  “Ahhhhhhh.” Lissa’s body dislodged his head and hands as she suddenly jerked into the air when her climax hit. Her body writhed with aftershocks before she finally settled back down on the floor.

  He grinned at her, wiped his fingers on his discarded shirt, and then stroked her stomach, waiting for her to regain sensibility. This took a few minutes during which time he
thought about how much he loved arousing her like this, despite having a serious hard-on himself. He hoped she wanted to continue this relationship after they had finished and that she wasn’t just doing this to help him. Surely not? She has to feel something more, particularly as I’m running out of storyline.

  “Oh—My—God.” Her voice was husky when she finally spoke.

  He sat up, pretending to frown. “I’m not sure that scene really worked. It’s not what I had in mind. What do you think?”

  Lissa suddenly went pale—a contrast from her previous flushing. She looked very worried.

  “Hey, I was teasing.”

  “Oh, in that case, yes, I think you’ve got a winner there.” She smiled nervously.

  Lifting a hand to cup his chin, he narrowed his eyes as he did. “Hm, I’m not convinced. I think we need to practice a bit more. Particularly as both our guys have serious hard-ons here.”

  She giggled, her previous anxiety clearly lifting, and reached down to clasp his cock causing him to jump. “So I see.”

  Chapter 8

  “That is so not fair!” Lissa cried angrily as Matt told her his plans for the next chapter in his book as she perched on a kitchen chair, her shoes kicked off, while he made some drinks.

  She had gotten used to the two guys falling in love with the heroine and had imagined they would speed off into the sunset together or the sci-fi version of the sunset. Instead, he had just told her the heroes were about to land on a planet where they planned to hand Felissa back to her owner.

  Pouting in protest, she crossed her arms.

  He laughed. “We have to have conflict. Otherwise it gets boring!”

  “There’s conflict between the heroes and the girl, say, over choosing how to have sex next, and there’s downright evil, nasty-minded, cruel, rotten-to-the-core conflict if you do this.” She glared at him and raised a hand in dismissal. “I’ll never speak to you again.”

  Matt grinned at her grumpiness. “This is going to have a happy ending. We just have a way to go before we get there. Come on. Let’s take these drinks into the lounge.”

  She uncrossed her arms and, still scowling, followed him.

  He waited until she sat down then continued with the story as if she hadn’t made any protest, much to her annoyance. These were her characters as well and she wanted a say in what happened to them—particularly Felissa. “So they hand her over, much to her anguish. She is crying and screaming. She even manages to kick the evil owner in the nuts.”

  “Good!”

  “I thought you’d like that bit, and no, take that gleam out of your eye. You can’t practice that bit with me,” he added firmly.

  “Shame.”

  He stared at her, seemingly unsure how to take that comment until she grinned. There were times when he didn’t appreciate she was teasing. “Felissa last sees the guys leaving her—she thinks never to see them again. She is very upset. The reader knows they have fallen in love, but our heroes haven’t exclaimed their love to her.”

  “Do you realize the readers are going to hate you at this point and may even fling the book down in disgust? I’ve even been known to stomp on a book in despair at how the story is going.”

  “You never.” His eyes went round at her comment.

  “Did, too.”

  Matt shook his head in amazement. “Moving on to the next scene, her owner decides he’s had enough of her, and so he sells her.”

  Lissa groaned and ran her hands through her hair in despair. “This is getting worse and worse and turning into a sleazy story. Or worse!”

  “Bear with me,” he requested. She sighed. “So Felissa is sold but doesn’t know to whom. It isn’t obvious at the auction, although she is looking around hoping, naturally, that it is Garin or Rayn, but there is no sign of them.”

  “Bastards.” Her profanity came out more violently than she intended, showing her disgust at the characters she had helped create.

  He laughed. “You are getting entirely too caught up in this story, my love.”

  She glanced at him warily, her attention totally removed from the story. Did he really call me his love? After everything they had done so far he must feel something for her, she wondered.

  Unaware of her sudden change in demeanor, he continued, “Of course, at this auction Felissa appears half-naked so the potential owners can view her delicious body.”

  “Ah I see where you are going with this.” She frowned, her mind back on the usual reason for her visits. “And if you think you can invite Sam, Jon, Ben, and the rest of your hoard of male cronies around here to study my naked body tied to the door, you have another think coming.”

  “Now that’s an idea.” He grabbed her as she moved to leave his apartment in protest and laughingly pulled her onto his lap. He held her fast until she calmed down. “Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to have you do that. Although I’m sure Sam and the rest would take great delight in seeing you naked!”

  She turned and jabbed a finger into his chest and glared. “Not—going—to—happen!” She poked him with each word.

  Matt chuckled and rubbed his chest. “I’ve got that. Now, do you want to hear the rest or not?”

  Narrowing her eyes, she wondered what more he had in store for their poor heroine, not to mention what he had in store for her this time. On the other hand, if it was as fabulous as last time, or any of her other visits, she may be persuaded. “Go on,” she asked slightly reluctantly, pretending nonchalance.

  “Felissa is bound and blindfolded and taken to her new owners.”

  He stood, lifting her to her feet. She looked down and couldn’t believe what she saw. Somehow he had tied her wrists together. “Hey! What…” She groaned. If she read this in a story, she would have scoffed. She then felt him putting a blindfold over her. It was actually a sleep mask with elastic at the back, but it worked. She raised her hands to the mask.

  “Uh-uh. Don’t touch that. You are Felissa. You are now tied and blindfolded. You need to be stripped naked for your new owners.”

  She felt him pull her dress down her body, taking her underwear off with it. In a single moment she was standing totally nude. She gasped. “Okay, I’m impressed. How did you manage that?”

  “You forget this is the future and I can press a button and all your clothes fall away.” He laughed in her ear.

  “Humph.” That was all she would say as he prodded her to walk forward hesitantly.

  * * * *

  Actually, it had been fairly easy for Matt to whip her clothes off as it was a halter dress with ties around her neck that he had surreptitiously untied while she sat on his lap, and it had an elastic waist that just about widened to fit over her gorgeous butt. As for her bra, it was strapless, so he just unhooked it as he pulled the dress down and it fell away. Of course, if she hadn’t worn such suitable clothes, he would have had to rethink his plan.

  He led her into the bedroom. “The men at this auction need more than her just being naked.”

  “Yeah—sooo?” she asked very cautiously.

  Moving away from her to get something, he then returned, standing behind her. She shivered in his arms as he plucked at a hardening nipple. He had to push her hands down as they automatically came up to cover herself. “The auction staff put clamps on their slaves.”

  “What–t! What kind of clamps?” He held her tight as she tried to step forward a pace out of his arms.

  After she quieted, he reached into his pocket, taking out one of the clamps he had retrieved and slid it into place, kissing her shoulder gently as he did. Then, while she was gasping at that one, he quickly put the other on.

  “Oh my God! Shit. Matt. That feels incredible. Why aren’t they painful like the ones I tried before? And what’s that tickling me between my breasts?”

  He chuckled and tugged on it. She gasped louder. “That’s a chain. It looks absolutely amazing. I may never take it off you.” He grinned as she blushed at this comment. “And as for not being painful, they can be
adjusted. So I adjusted them to very light pressure.”

  “Thank you. I’m touched you remembered.”

  “I remember everything you’ve told me, sweetheart,” he declared softly into her ear. “Besides which, I am a writer. I write everything down.”

  She laughed.

  “Now, having been clamped and bound, the auction completed, she is led into another building to meet her new owners.” He then moved her into the middle of the room. He had bought some special equipment from a sex toys shop and attached a suitable hook to his ceiling. Thankfully he was on the top floor so he had no neighbors above him to wonder what he was doing to their floor. He was going to have fun with this one, particularly as he had already submitted the story to his editor and this was all extracurricular. It was also his last trick to prove how much he loved and desired her. He stopped her and turned her.

  The straps must have tickled her as she jumped away, startled. “Ahh, what’s that?”

  He chuckled. “You’ll see.” He turned her to face him and lifted her wrists so he could attach them to the top of the contraption, then pulled the straps of the harness forward so that one strap was under her hips and the other her upper back. All the while she was gasping as he did this. He then took hold of a dangling strap and lifting her left leg he buckled it around her thigh so that her leg was raised.

  “Matt. What are you doing?” she squeaked. “I’m going to fall over!”

  Holding her steady he reassured her rubbing her hip, “No you’re not—you are held safely by this harness.”

  “A harness, eh!”

  Grinning at her growing excitement, he continued, “Okay I’m going to lift the other leg now, so lean back against the straps, let them hold your weight.”

  “Matt!”

  “Shh, it’s all right.” She did as he requested and soon she was totally harnessed, swinging back and forth slightly. He then buckled the leg straps even tighter so her thighs were pulled back against her body.

  “Oh, my God, Matt. Whatever this is, it is incredibly erotic!” She wiggled to get the feel of it.