Laughter bubbled out of her. Rachel splayed her fingers against her throat. “It’s not my first time to the rodeo, you know.”
Ben’s devilish grin lit up his eyes. “Yeah, but this time you’re not playing with clowns.” He eased the zipper down. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Rachel heard a dare in the words. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Not too gentle, Miss Moore.”
Damn. That name was going to be her downfall. Seemed their battle of wills continued. She loved it.
Rachel peeled off her gloves a finger at a time, eyeing the bulge awaiting her touch. As she stuffed her gloves into the waistband of her jeans, she swept her gaze over Ben’s crotch and slowly licked her lips. He didn’t cave…yet.
She slipped her hand into his jeans. Heat and sweat bathed her fingers; male musk swamped her senses. She grazed her palm over his boxers, then dipped her hand into the fly and followed the hard ridge down the length of him. Ben groaned and thrust into her touch. She wrapped her fingers around him as she knelt, yanked him to freedom and into her waiting mouth.
He cried out, gripped her head, and plunged deep. Rachel nipped the base of his hot cock in warning and eased away. Precum salted her tongue. Righting herself, she reached for him again. He stood, legs astride, whips still draped over his shoulder, at the ready. He glanced down at his crotch, then at her again. Another clear message. As much as Rachel wanted to be in control here, she knew then she wasn’t. She saw herself kneeling before him, cock in her mouth, whip teasing her back in gentle circles while Ben…
Rachel shook the fantasy clear. “I don’t speak grunt or gesture, Mr. Welsh. You want it. You bring it.”
Her heartbeat tripled with his sly look. Nevertheless, he capitulated. Mesmerized by victory, she watched him peel open the fly, then ease eight inches of meat from its resting place.
“You are a beautiful man.” Rachel meant every word, felt it too. She traced the underside of his cock with her index finger, caught the drops of liquid at the tip, and brought it to her lips. More rushed in to replace it.
His erection pointed skyward. A picture to remember. One she had every intention of painting. His and Will’s, side by side. Me wedged between.
She brushed her fingers along the inside of his erection, then fisted the base. He tensed when she bent toward him; more heat stoked the furnace in his groin.
Rachel flashed her tongue over the crown. He thrust toward her. She caught his cock in a loose grip while she licked the length up and down, following the trail of one vein and then flicking over to another. A squeeze every so often teased him with a firm hold, driving him to pivot into her fist. She eased up just as quickly, pushing him to the brink, giving him something to remember. Because she knew he’d never had a blowjob like this. Then, when Rachel was certain he couldn’t take any more, she poised her lips over the crown and sucked it into her mouth.
Fountains of jism poured down her throat. Rachel swallowed every drop, then milked his cock for more.
“Fuck.”
Ben latched on to her shoulders to keep upright, and Rachel was gloriously caught in that tight grip. Taut muscles relaxed, hard breaths filled the air. She gave the flaccid penis a final lick and stood. His glazed expression greeted her.
“Well, looks like my work here is done.” Smiling, she wiped her fingers over the corners of her mouth, pivoted on her toes, and headed for the door.
“Not so fast, Miss Moore.”
Rachel heard the swish of the whip too late. It curled around her waist, jerking her to a stop.
“Looks like someone needs a lesson in manners.” Ben reeled her in and caught her with his free arm. “A lady doesn’t blow and go.”
In seconds she was draped facedown sideways over the horse, ass high, wrists and ankles spread and loosely bound to the equipment’s legs with one of the whips. Her hair tumbled from the two pins holding it in place.
“Let me go,” she gasped.
“Soon.” Ben unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free and into his waiting palms. He kneaded his fingers into the flesh, rolling calloused hands over her stone-hard nipples.
Rachel bit back a groan and struggled for freedom. A tap on her ass tore the sound from her throat. Ben smacked a length of the whip over her backside again. That feeling she loved so much welled up inside.
“Oh please,” she begged. “Please. Not here.” Because once he started, Rachel wasn’t sure she’d want him to stop anytime soon.
“Yet you didn’t have a problem with blowing me here.” He pinched her nipples. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
She writhed into his touch, biting back another cry when Ben smacked her bottom again…and again…and again.
“Damn it all. Stop.” Because in this position she couldn’t maneuver her pussy against the horse to come, and heaven knew, Rachel needed to come.
“You don’t understand.” She cried out with the next volley of smacks. “You don’t understand.”
“Oh yes…I do.” Ben crouched and sucked her tit into his mouth. And somehow managed to lay five quick slaps across her ass, then tapped the whip handle between her legs.
“Oh God, please!”
“Please what, Miss Moore?” Ben’s breath scorched her skin through her jeans. He nipped her inner thigh, setting off more sparks. “Please stop?” He nibbled along her crotch, coaxing her clit to split the seam and come into his mouth.
“Please leave?” He grazed his teeth over her crotch.
The bonds on her wrists fell free, and Rachel slipped backward into Ben’s arms. He eased her shoulders to the floor but kept her ankles tied, legs spread wide.
“Please make you come?” he asked with a grin.
Her shoulders were cradled in Ben’s lap. He flicked the tip of the whip over her nipples. A crack nearby made her start, her pulse leap. A whip in each hand, and her “caught” on his lap? Now this was…intriguing.
“Close your eyes. Trust me.”
Rachel wanted to respond that she didn’t know him and therefore couldn’t trust him. It was a lie. She knew him all too well. Her compliance was rewarded with a whip crack in perfect synchronicity with a slap against her inner thigh. She lost herself in the rhythm of sound and touch, never knowing exactly where Ben would land the strip of leather. Air swished as the whip cut through it, warning her it was coming. Yet she still gasped every time, still felt it inside.
Ben brushed her nipples to ripeness, feathered the tip over her stomach, but the strikes to her inner thighs grew firmer, more frequent, and edged closer to the center. Rachel jolted upright with the first kiss against her pussy.
He pressed his hand to her belly. “Miss Moore?” An inquiry to her welfare. Rachel managed a nod.
Another crack. Another simultaneous tap to her clit. More. Then again. She writhed in frustration, desperately wanting to take control. Rachel nearly laughed out loud. All she had to do was open her eyes. All she had to do was sit up and untie her ankles.
Crack! Ben slapped the other whip tip between her legs and raked the leather over her clit. Orgasm quaked through her body, leaving her limp and panting. The rush of endorphins had her head buzzing. She couldn’t move, much less think, blissfully zoned out. Vulnerable. But Rachel couldn’t shake it off. Hell, she didn’t want to shake it off. This is what she did for others—put them in the endorphin zone. Few had been able to do the same for her, none without them taking more time to learn one another. But Ben…Sledge? Perfect, just as Will had said, as gossip whispered. Right now she had to trust he would ease her down with as much care and skill as he had used to bring her up.
A gentle pat to her hip peeled her eyes open to slits. She was free of her bonds and draped across Ben’s lap. Sweeps of his hands drifted over her ribs, down her thighs, then up again, tethering her to the world. She wanted to drift for a while, forget everything but the here and now.
“Hang on.” Ben scooped her into his arms and carried her from the room.
Closing her eyes once mo
re, Rachel drifted on the edge of twilight sleep. On some level she was conscious of him taking her up the stairs, of the kiss of night air over her body, and of him placing her on a bed so comfortable she wanted to melt. He combed the tangles from her hair, whispering words she didn’t comprehend, kissing her temple.
Rachel peeled her eyes open. A smile grew from deep inside. They weren’t in the dark-as-hell bedrooms of the main house. Ben had taken her to the bright and airy guest house, right to the room she used to claim as hers. And from the look of things, not much had changed.
The blond furnishings were a cross between Early American and modern. No four-posters blocked the flow. No elaborate design caught the dust. Clean and smooth. Calm and peaceful. Hunter-green and cream decor shared the space—that was new. A large bathroom connected the two bedrooms. Rachel loved the simplicity, the feeling of home. Loved the bed big enough for whatever she wanted, and most of the time she preferred to be in it alone.
“How did you know I’d prefer this to the main house?” she asked.
“Because I do. This is my home.” Ben folded the green velvet comforter back. Cool, crisp sheets beckoned. “A rest will do us both good.”
He was joining her. Cuddling her. Caring for her.
Perfect for you, Rach.
Ben unzipped her jeans and pulled down. Emotion clawed for freedom. Her body automatically tensed with the internal battle for control, a battle she didn’t want to wage.
She clung to him, let him strip her down to her underwear, always keeping one hand on her, tethering her to this world as the endorphin rush faded. Before she realized it, Ben had her under the covers with him spooned around her.
“Thank you.” Hollow words when she wanted to tell him how magnificent this was, how she wanted to do it again and again.
“What kind of Dom would I be to not bring you down with care?” He brushed his hand over her hip. “What kind of man would I be to walk away right now?” Over her belly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her ear. “This was wonderful.”
Yes, it was. The sight, scent, and feel of this man wrapped around her. And God, he was heaven. Will was right. So very, very right.
She cuddled into him, closed her eyes, inhaled her fill, and fell asleep.
* * * *
Will secured the playroom. He’d arrived too late to see their full scene, but any sooner and he risked one or both of them ordering him to stand down. It’d been quite the risk sneaking in, but it added to the allure.
God, they’d been magnificent. Two well-matched Doms coming together had been well beyond his wildest imaginations, and he’d had some pretty vivid fantasies. Beating off in the private viewing area had never been better. He had a T-shirt full of cum to prove it.
That was the way to master a whip. Their skill was matched by few masters and really, only, he suspected, by each other. Will had felt each crack in his soul, smelled the leather even though walled mirrors separated them. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his palm itch. But those days were gone, and there was no going back.
He pulled in a sigh and focused on the two of them. He loved the way Rachel settled into Ben’s arms when he scooped her up. She was theirs. Will knew it. Or rather, he hoped it. Uncertainty still crawled under his skin. Will gave them some time to wind down while he retrieved Rachel’s luggage and his duffel from the foyer; then he reset the security system as he left the main house for Ben’s guest house.
He drank in the night air, paused to watch a couple of bats snag bugs attracted by the shimmer of blue light in the swimming pool. It gave him time to think about what his next move would or should be.
Will laughed at his indecision. There wasn’t any question about where he was going to sleep tonight. If either of them dared argue, they’d discover he could be just as dominant as they were under the right circumstances—something they already knew when it came to business. Again he laughed to himself, this time at the irony. If he overdominated in this situation, they wouldn’t be doing this. He’d waited a very long time for this. Now that the way was clear and they were physically together, he wasn’t going to waste one single second.
Resolved, Will walked on. Like the rest of the place tonight, Ben hadn’t locked his house. That proved how distracted he was. Will walked into the guest house unchallenged by any security whatsoever, then locked up. Night lights dotted throughout the house guided his way through the open living room, but he still managed to whack his shin on the heavy-as-hell oak coffee table. If the collision didn’t rouse them, his muttered curse should have.
Will waited for one of them to investigate the noise while the pain subsided. When neither did, he walked on, then paused at the bedroom door. Ben and Rachel lay spooned in the middle of the bed. Their clothes were in a haphazard pile on the floor at the foot.
Grinning, Will stripped and tossed his clothes on top of theirs. Neither budged when he walked to Rachel’s side of the bed. Warmth curled around him when he lifted the covers, like a tendril of something calling to him. Still, he paused. This was their time together to bond.
“In or out,” Ben’s voice rumbled. “Make up your mind.”
“You’re making a draft,” Rachel mumbled.
“Took you long enough to come,” Ben added.
Will chuckled and crawled into bed and right to her side. “Actually, I came very quickly.”
“Did you?” Rachel cupped his genitals. “Bet you can’t do it again.”
“Not without some turnaround time.” Will didn’t think he had a drop of cum left in him tonight. “Doesn’t mean I’m not willing to play around.”
“Mmm…I like the sound of that.”
Hand wrapped around his cock, Rachel slid on top of him and rubbed the soft head over her clitoris while she sucked at his nipples. He clutched the pillow beneath his head and let her have her way with him. The mattress shifted with Ben’s weight. Rachel moaned and nestled astride Will. He spread his legs as far as he could to accommodate Ben.
He felt the brush of Ben’s fingers as he probed Rachel’s pussy. She released Will, tucked her fingers over his ribs, and pressed her cheek to his chest. He focused on everything his partner was doing to their woman, waiting for a sign on how he should proceed—lie there, or try to push into her body with an uncooperative dick?
Ben knelt between their open thighs and eased down on them. His slow plunge into Rachel shot through Will’s heart. It was the rapture on their faces at the connection, and though Will couldn’t feel it sexually right now, he did in every other way possible.
He shoved his hand between them, giving her clitoris something to ride. Everything happened too quickly, like they’d been starving for this. God knew he had. Ben collapsed on the bed afterward, pulling in soft pants as he reached for Rachel. She slid into Ben’s arms, then wiggled until the three of them were tucked up nice and cozy. Nothing had ever felt more perfect.
Was it really as easy as this? Last year’s fiasco had certainly proved otherwise. Though few words had been exchanged about the incident after the initial shock, the repercussions were just now subsiding. Will wondered how much had been left unsaid, and if it would flare to life and spoil everything again. Two strong personalities coming together like that? Anything could happen. He had to make sure both realized they couldn’t live without the other…and him, of course.
Will rolled to his side. Sleep laughed in his face.
He eased from bed to keep from waking them and wandered outside to cool their sex sweat from his body. A couple of laps should relax him enough to sleep.
The sliding door to the patio opened on the barest of sounds as he opened it. Will trotted to the edge of the pool and dived in, scattering the bats temporarily. Ten laps later he was no better off. He couldn’t get the image of Ben’s and Rachel’s simultaneous orgasm out of his mind. Rapture. Like each had found the one true mate they’d always been looking for.
Will knew they’d be good together. Perfect. But at what cost? What if
there was no place for him in their new lives?
His best-laid plans may have blown up in his face. Last year’s disaster paled in comparison. There wasn’t anything easy about this. God, he had his work cut out for him.
Something else pumped his blood now. That primal urge coded into all males. The one that reared its head at the most inopportune times. The urge to hunt, to fight, to mate. To do anything and everything to get what he wanted. To come or die.
His cock, so unwilling to come out and play a short while ago, was now hard as a rock and ready for battle. Will cursed its timing and dived back into the pool.
Chapter Seven
Rachel woke to a hard, hot body wrapped around hers and a promising erection wedged against her lower back. Ben’s calloused fingers cupped her breast. His thumb traced circles around the peaked nipple that told him she was awake and alert. If he cared to explore lower, Ben would find other places ready and willing.
“Good morning.” She reached around, gliding her fingers over his hip until she could grab a handful of tight ass. The muscles clenched under her grip, pushing his cock persistently into her back. “I see you know how to wake a lady good and proper.”
“I do.” He released her, leaned away, then came back with a minty breath strip.
Rachel took it on her tongue. The explosion of peppermint filled her mouth and rushed her sinuses. “Where’s Will?”
“Don’t know.” He scuffed his morning whiskers over her shoulder. “Don’t care. Question is… Why do you?”
She grinned and shrugged. “Well, you were a little quick on the trigger last night.” She felt him smile.
“Performance anxiety. Didn’t want to show up my best friend.” He rasped his teeth up her neck. “And in my defense, you have a very tight, hot, wet pussy. All the more when you came with me.”
The backs of his fingers swept down to her belly. Fire licked a column deep inside. She tried for a better hold on his backside but couldn’t quite reach the cleft.
“I’m very good at faking.” She craned her neck for more.
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