by Nikki Sloane
When Silas knelt behind Tara and ran one hand along her spine, my mind went blank. My body filled with fire. Less jealousy now, more desire. His pants fell from his hips, and he undid the buttons of his shirt, his gaze on Regan who knelt beside him.
Off his suit coat and shirt came, and they were passed to Regan.
His tattoo covered the expanse of his chest, flowing down his arms, and like the artwork he’d put on her, it was intricate and stunning. I didn’t look for long, though. Regan handed a condom to him, and as he tore the wrapper open, I focused back on Tara.
She studied me as much as I studied her, wondering how I was going to react. I’d tried to tell her I was into this, but now I’d have the chance to show her. To make her believe, since she didn’t trust me.
When Silas was ready, he set a hand on her hip and wedged the other between their bodies. It was unmistakable when he brought them together. Her eyes melted. A moan gurgled out of me. I wanted to tell her it was so hot, but the gag prevented me from forming the words.
All I could do was sit there, strapped to the chair, while she sucked me and took another man inside her body. I hadn’t adequately prepared for it. I’d hoped I’d be all right. Possibly enjoy the experience.
But this was so far beyond that.
It was erotic. Pornographic. I nearly came from the sight.
Regan’s face was flushed, and her hands slipped over Silas’s arm, like she wanted the physical connection to him. She looked so full of sexual tension, she might rip apart at the seams. Joseph stood nearby, watching the scene. He was far more controlled than her and surveyed us like we were merely sufficient, instead of the hottest fucking thing in existence.
Silas established his tempo and latched a hand on her waist, his other going around Regan’s waist to hold her close. His expression was full of bliss, like he was savoring both women, but then his gaze drifted up to find mine. The corner of his lips turned up in competitive smile. It was adversarial. He might as well have said, “Mine.”
Tara wasn’t. The instinct to defend my territory was hardwired, and the chains snapped taut as I tried to lunge at him.
“Boys,” Joseph said, making a tsk-tsk sound. Which was fucking ridiculous. Silas was at least thirty, like me, and I’d stopped being a boy years ago. It was just a way for Joseph to keep us in our place. He took a few steps until he was right beside my chair. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Him fucking her while you’re in her mouth?”
Was he going to make me regret telling him that?
Tara retreated to catch her breath, and she peered up at me with surprise, her cheek resting against the inside of my thigh. Behind her, Silas was driving hard, and the slap of their bodies made her jolt with each thrust.
I moaned as she took me again, and this time, she seemed to be enjoying it so much, I wondered if she loved it.
“You like it.” Joseph said it like he was throwing it in my face. “You love the way she sucks cock when she’s getting fucked, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. It was getting hard to think, and not coming was taking all of my focus.
He ran his cold fingers down my chest, through the streams of drool I couldn’t stop, and lifted his hand away to show me the glossy strands as they dripped from his fingertips. “You messy fucking thing. You’re going to answer me.”
He grabbed my nipple between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger and squeezed. It burned hot until he began to twist, and it graduated to full, sharp pain. I groaned into the gag, my teeth clenched down on the rubber.
His voice was loud in my ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
There was no other answer. I nodded vigorously, slinging more of the embarrassing drool around.
He laughed. “Shit, I love topping men. They’re never as strong as women.” He released his hold, and the pain shot away. “They give in so easy.”
I had no idea how to feel about what he’d just said. The competitor in me wanted to prove him wrong, but bloody fucking hell, that hurt. It had temporarily distracted me from wanting to come, so at least there was that.
Joseph’s attention shifted away like he was done with me for now and settled on Tara. “How about you? You like all that dick in you?”
She moaned approval.
“I bet you do, you slut. I bet you want one in your pussy, and one in your ass.”
Abruptly, she pushed back. “Sir.”
“What is it?” He was displeased she’d spoken out of turn.
“My knees.”
Realization washed down him, and he turned deadly serious. “Silas, stop.”
Silas pulled back, and as Joseph helped her to stand, he did the same with Regan, then yanked his pants up to sit low and undone across his hips. There were angry red marks on her knees. The position had been hard to hold, and she was smart to protect her body. Irritation simmered in my chest. What if she had gotten injured? He could have put her dancing in jeopardy, when she was finally getting traction.
“Are you okay?” He sounded deeply concerned.
She stretched her legs out, one and then the other. “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”
Cautious relief glanced through him. “You’re sure?” When she nodded, he placed a hand on her arm. “Thank you for telling me.”
In a strange way, it felt good to see that beneath the overbearing dominant, he was fallible. Human.
He must have pushed the reset button, though, because his strict persona snapped back into place. He flung a hand at the table. “Silas. Everything off and on your back. Knees at the edge of the table.”
The room waited with bated breath as this was done. Was everyone else wondering Joseph’s next move, as I was? He picked up the vibrator and the bottle of lube off the floor, handing the lube to Regan, and the vibrator to Tara.
“Put that away and then you’ll get on Silas. Face the door when you do it.”
Meaning he wanted her to ride him reverse cowgirl. I dry swallowed, since all my saliva was running the opposite direction and down my chin. I watched as his plan was carried out. And when it was done, the image of Tara sliding down on him, her tits bouncing with the impact, was seared in my mind.
Joseph didn’t let them do this for more than a minute. He doled out more instruction, this time to Regan. He put her in charge of final preparations.
The plug was removed from Tara, and Regan disappeared from view behind the table to put it away. Lube was applied, and Silas grunted as his girlfriend stroked her fist down over the condom, coating him.
The end of the table looked to have drawers too, but they weren’t. Joseph bent, grabbed a silver handle, and pulled it out, revealing it was a step. When Regan finished cleaning off her hand with a wipe she’d pulled from a dispenser, she climbed up.
With her heels on, it made her nearly level with Tara.
I was dizzy with desire as the women kissed, and it was vertigo as Regan helped ease Tara’s ass down on Silas’s thick cock. It looked like a lot to take, and she went slow, aided by Regan.
The table was a symphony of moans, and Joseph stood to the side, listening and admiring.
Blood surged through my veins. My heart ran at breakneck speed. It was a decadent, filthy display, and I was torn between wanting to watch and being desperate to join them. Regan was still fully dressed in her skirt, blouse, and heels, lording over the naked couple fucking in front of her on the table.
She threaded her hands through Tara’s hair and nipped at her neck. Silas had his hands on Tara’s ass, forcing her to rock her hips and ride him. She swayed and rolled with his thrusts, and her unfiltered gaze somehow found mine.
Was I projecting, or was she looking at me like she wanted me to join them too?
I wasn’t imagining it, because Joseph picked up on it as well. He undid the buckle at the back of my head, and I spat the gag out, beyond grateful to have it gone. As I ran my tongue over my lips, he continued to release me. He tugged at the
Velcro around my left wrist, and it tore open with its scratchy rip, setting my hand loose.
First thing I did was wipe off my chin with the back of my hand, as Joseph released the other.
Second, I fought every desire in me to leap out of the chair. I sat impatiently waiting. He’d undone the handcuffs, but he hadn’t set me free. Not yet.
“I think she’s ready,” he said quietly. He pulled a condom from his pocket and threw it at me. “That’s all you’re wearing when you get up there.” His eyes were hard and nearly black. “Don’t fuck this up.”
-37-
Tara
I allowed myself, just for a moment, to imagine what it would be like if Grant joined us. It was all in my head, a safe place away from my heart. I pictured his mouth on my tits while Regan’s was on my neck. His fingers sliding inside me while Silas fucked my ass. Three people all focused on me at once.
I shivered.
Joseph’s voice broke through the fog. “Regan. It’s Grant’s turn.”
I tensed, and beneath me, Silas slowed to a stop. Everything else happened too fast. Regan stepped off the stair, and Grant climbed up. He was gloriously naked. The impressions from the gag were fading quickly from his face, and he looked very much like he usually did. Sexy. Beautiful. Like the man I’d fallen in and out of love with.
Wasn’t I lying to myself about that last part? I hadn’t been able to turn off my feelings for him, no matter what I did, which meant I was still just the teeny-tiniest bit in love with him.
He stood motionless, waiting for direction, but looked ready to take me as soon as Joseph snapped his fingers.
He didn’t snap them, but he pointed to the edge of the table and looked at me. “I want your feet here.”
I sucked in a breath, knowing what was coming next if I followed his order, and what would happen if I didn’t. I could plead my case that I didn’t want my first time with Grant to be like this, but my mind roared back it didn’t matter. Because the first time was also supposed to be the last.
I’d spent years separating emotion from sex. Why the fuck couldn’t I do it now?
Joseph was annoyed at my delay. “Is what I’m asking you to do physically challenging?”
“No, Sir,” I whispered.
“Then do what I fucking said.”
That sounded more like the Joseph from three years ago. His dark tone spurred submissive me into compliance. I leaned back, placing my hands on Silas’s hard chest, awkwardly unfolded my legs, and slid them forward. I brought my knee up and planted one foot, then the other, while keeping him uncomfortably lodged inside my body.
It opened me up. Made space for Grant to move in. For him to have and share me.
The tremble in my arms had nothing to do with muscle fatigue from supporting my weight, and everything to do with him. Why was his dick hard? Why did he look at me like he was dying to have this?
“Do it,” Joseph said.
It was emotional warfare, and Joseph had weaponized Grant against me, and most of me didn’t care. We’d been waiting for this moment for so long, how it happened wasn’t relevant.
The question hung in Grant’s eyes. Are you sure?
I pressed my lips together and nodded. He moved in, nudging his tip against me, and then inside.
“Fuck,” all of us said as a single unit. Joseph allowed it without discipline.
Tight. That was the only word I possessed, the only thought I had. I was so full, stretched beyond comfort and verging dangerously close to pain. But like most pain I received in this room, it came with pleasure too.
I gasped for breath, swallowing air as Grant advanced, pushing deeper.
I’d had double penetration before, but never with two men. It had always been a toy or a finger subbed in. This was shockingly different. Not just in its physical feeling, but to know I was being shared. Two men taking their pleasure from me at the same time.
My pussy clenched, choking on Grant’s dick, and he latched onto my waist, as if needing to hang on. His gaze was intense, and I couldn’t look away. I wouldn’t dream of it. There was nowhere else to look but him.
No directions came from Joseph. Silas began to move as Grant did, and the men fumbled along until they found a rhythm. It was like a dance, in a strange way. The trio of us working together, everyone’s movement relying on the others.
Heat filled my core. I wasn’t going to last long like this. It felt so different, so new, and way, way too good. The muscles of Silas’s chest beneath my hands bunched. He groaned in succession, getting louder as we hit our stride.
Grant had one hand on my waist, and he scooped the other behind my neck, helping to hold me steady. We were only a breath from each other, and his gaze dropped down to trace my lips. He was thinking about kissing me. I was thinking about it too.
But then I began to cross over, where the need for release pushed everything else out of its way. I half-moaned, half-sobbed as I tried to convey what was coming, warning the men. Grant froze, but it was too late for Silas. He continued to pump and tipped us both over the edge.
My cry was panicked as it rang in the room, followed by his deep gasp and a bunch of curse words. I rode out my orgasm with both men inside me, and as I came, I hung onto the back of Grant’s neck, mirroring his hold.
He watched me, his mouth hanging open. Could he feel every pulse of my body on him? Could he feel Silas’s? The orgasm was sharp and intense, but so overwhelming, I was almost relieved when it began to let up.
Everything was hazy in the aftermath. I was lifted off Silas, and he slid back, out of my way, so I could sit on the edge of the table and wrap my legs around Grant’s waist. Joseph was there, handing a handful of wipes to Silas as he climbed off the table.
As I continued to recover, Grant simply watched me, fascinated. The air in the room began to swirl and shift. Silas cleaned up and pulled on his clothes, but Joseph moved in, standing at the side of the table. I got the sense that whatever he’d planned for the evening, it had all been leading up to this moment, when I was at my weakest.
I yanked up my shields, preparing for the next round. Grant was still inside me, and I was sure now Joseph wanted him to get inside my mind too.
“Tell her you’re sorry,” Joseph said.
Grant’s expression was heartbreaking as he whispered it. “I’m so sorry.”
“No,” I said.
But it was ignored. “Now tell her you know what you did was wrong, and you will never, ever do anything like that again.”
Before Grant could repeat it, I snarled it out. “No.”
“Put your fingers in her mouth,” Joseph commanded.
Grant reached up and pushed his first two fingers past my lips, all the way to the top knuckle, stopping my tongue from moving. His expression pleaded with me to listen. “I promise you, I’ll never do anything like that again.”
“Tell her it doesn’t have to happen tonight, but you need her to forgive you. Not want, but need.”
My tremble was back and picked up steam. Shudders rolled down my legs.
Grant sounded desperate. Lost. “I need you to forgive me.”
“And ask her where your needs fit in the hierarchy.”
Fucking Joseph. Hot tears stung my eyes. The sub’s needs were first, but the dom’s needs were next, and Grant had put mine first at every step of the way. He’d helped with my audition. Learned a new piece of music. Given up his rugby game for me. Gone to the terrible dinner with my sister.
Not to mention, he’d followed every rule Silas and Regan had dished out. All for me.
He’d honored the hierarchy, and I had to do the same. Thankfully, his fingers retreated from my mouth, so I could answer.
“Speak,” Joseph said.
Only he wasn’t specific in who his order was for, and Grant seized the window of opportunity. It spilled from him like wine from an uncorked bottle. “If this is all we can be, I’ll take it. If you only want me around t
o play cello, or watch, or be your fourth with Silas and Regan, yes. I’ll do it.” He took in a deep breath. “If all you have left for me is scraps, I want them.” His voice was solid. Absolute. “Anything to be with you, Tara.”
I couldn’t stop the tears. I blinked, and they streamed hotly down my cheeks. “Why?”
“Because I love you.”
I was done. Obliterated by his admission, and then by his kiss. He hadn’t asked for permission, but I was glad. It would have slowed down the time it took before our lips met, and I needed the connection to him right that instant.
His mouth roved against mine, tasting like love.
“Speak,” Joseph ordered, and it was very apparent who he was talking to.
I broke the kiss and wiped my tears from my cheeks with a shaky hand. “I love you too.”
He pushed me down and onto my back, climbing on top of the table. “Forgive me.”
“Yes,” I whispered. And I said it again as he slid inside me. “Yes.”
Gone was Joseph’s hard voice. This one was gentle, as if the moment had moved him. “Take off her collar.”
Because I didn’t belong to Joseph. Nor Regan, or Silas.
I was Grant’s.
Every piece of me, even the ones I’d tried to hide. He wanted them all, and I would give them, because he was mine. He raced to get the collar undone, and when I was free, he dropped it over the side of the table. By the time it thudded to the ground, everyone else was moving toward the door.
They sensed we needed this time together alone. I wanted to thank them, but I got lost in Grant’s urgent kiss. It was full of so much passion, it nearly restarted my tears. Then, his hips moved, reminding me of all the places we were connected.
I was fragile, but he pieced me gradually back together on the table.
His slow movements built until we were breathless, sticky with sweat, moans pouring from our lips. He laced our hands together, whispered he loved me, and showed it with every kiss.
And when I came, he followed right behind, collapsing on top of me with a gasp.
