Gaze shifting between the men as they undressed, Lydia drank her fill of perfection. They were tanned from head to toe, cut with muscles made to explore, dusted with dark hair that thickened as it arrowed downward to erections a porn star would kill to possess. Anticipation quivered through her as she peeled her clothes away, and it was that, rather than the chill, that hardened her nipples.
Mark swept his hand over the mink blanket. The hairs on her arms rippled in response, lifting on goose bumps. Brent caught her fingers and tugged her forward.
"You're cold.” He flicked his fingers over her nipple, then gave it a tweak. “I know exactly how to warm you up."
Before she took a single step, Lydia reached between her legs and removed the dildo. “I'm going to need something bigger than this to fill the ache inside."
Brent grinned and took the toy. “I think we might have just the thing.” He licked the vibrator from base to tip, lapping at the juices she'd left like he would an ice cream cone. Mesmerized by the slow dance of his tongue, Lydia stared open-mouthed until he finally set the toy aside and slipped his lips over hers. He clamped his hand over her ass, lifting her to her toes, and welded a kiss into her mouth that left her dizzy and gasping when he finally eased her back on her feet.
"Come.” He ushered her toward the table, big hand steadying her elbow.
Lydia slithered into place facedown, sighing at the feel of mink caressing her body. She lifted her ass high as she parted her lips for a taste of Mark's big cock mere inches away. He leaned toward her, girdling her ribs with his hands, and putting his erection within striking distance. Lydia flashed her tongue over the tip, catching the salty pre-cum. Mark's groan filled the room. She went in for more, catching the head between her lips.
Lydia expected a reprimand of some kind from Brent. Instead, he parted her thighs and stabbed his veiny dick toward her entrance. Power filled her soul. She'd taken control. She was in command. Then the lights went out.
She froze, rigid with fear. Brent seated himself to the hilt. Mark plowed his fingers through her hair and teased his cock over her mouth.
Dark. Fear. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe.
"In ... and out.” Brent mimicked the command with a slow thrust. “In. Out."
Mark gently thrust against her mouth, silently asking for the same.
"In. Out.” Brent sucked in a breath with his thrust, then released it when he pulled back. Mark caressed her head, calming her, telling her it was all right, offering that delicious erection for her lips.
Lydia licked the tip, drinking in more pre-cum. Strong hands kneaded the fear-gripped muscles in her shoulders and back. Gentle thrusts, soft caresses eased her tension by slow measures. She fell into the rhythm, giving back what she received. She swallowed what she could of Mark's erection and sucked in time to Brent's rapidly increasing pivots.
Those damnable voices headed their way. It spurred the men on. Brent shoved his hand beneath her pelvis and fingered her clit. Pain spasmed muscles in her neck and lower back.
She jerked her mouth from Mark. “Red,” she said on a gasp.
Without question, they pulled free, and the lights flicked on.
"Neck and back.” She rubbed at the pain and rolled to her side.
Mark kneaded her shoulders, digging talented fingers into the cramped muscles, while Brent brushed his hands over her hips and thighs.
Relief eased in. “Good,” she said on a sigh. “Very good."
Lydia rolled to her back and reached for Mark with her arms and Brent with her legs. Their simultaneous groans rippled through her. Brent cradled her hips and eased his cock into her. Mark knelt astride her head and slid forward as he sank his erection between her lips and aimed for her clit. His cock muffed her groan when Mark rolled her clit between his lips.
Brent's hands cushioned her hips against his pounding thrusts. They writhed into each other as the voices came closer. The lights made it impossible to hide. But then, their muffled sounds of sex would have already given them away. Though Mark's smooth scrotum made a lovely target bouncing over her face, Lydia clutched his thighs, closed her eyes, and gave in to the pleasure. They'd have time for leisurely play later. She'd make sure of it.
"This wasn't how we planned it.” Brent grunted with each thrust. “I still want to paddle your ass."
God, she wanted it, too. She groaned in response, the sound muffled around Mark's cock. Mark locked his lips around her clit and sucked her orgasm to its peak.
There was a millisecond they were all suspended. Then the climax rushed in and their shudders threatened to create the cave-in Lydia feared.
They sagged into the aftermath, each dragging in pants for breath. There was little time to enjoy the after-bliss. In seconds, they'd have company.
Mark scrambled for his clothing; Brent to dispose of the spent condom in a zipped plastic bag before he, too, grabbed his clothes. Lydia could barely get her arms and legs moving. Her mind was more focused on the toys lying on the table. Naked as the day she was born, she raked them into the blanket and started to fold it. Brent yanked it from her hands, scattering the objects, and tossed the blanket around her body at the same time two couples walked into their niche.
"This is a private gathering.” Mark blocked their view of the toys. His French was flawless. “We've paid for the space."
The couples passed a gaze over them. One of the males grinned. “We don't mind sharing."
"We do.” Brent's French was not so flawless, but his voice threatened thunderstorms and it was enough to make up for any inadequacies.
Lydia wasn't sure how she felt about the hint of possession in his words. She nearly laughed aloud for thinking it was more than it was. Brent would be referring to the room, not her. Still, there was a measure of satisfaction in seeing the interlopers flash a respectful glance her way before they walked off in search of another rendezvous point.
Fantasy of being taken sexually by strangers was one thing; not having control over it quite another. It would be a scene for another day. And there would definitely be other days. Now that she'd gotten a taste of the lifestyle she'd longed for, Lydia wasn't about to let it go. She wanted more. And she wanted it now.
Brent and Mark breathed a collective sigh when the couples left and their voices faded into nothingness. Lydia still buzzed from the orgasm and could barely think straight.
"I'm ready to take this elsewhere,” she managed to say.
"I agree.” Brent parted the blanket, using it as a shield against anyone else who might slink by. “Get dressed."
She did so quickly, mindful of Mark gathering the tools of play into a brown leather pouch and stuffing everything into the duffel. There was still the trip out to worry about—the dark and her mild claustrophobia. It didn't seem so bad now, with them. Hand gripped first in Brent's and then Mark's, Lydia kept thinking in ... out and remembering the feel of them doing just that to her—thrusting, possessing. The memory got her to the surface and fresh air.
She hauled in a breath and then another. Her knees shook. Hell, her whole body shook. Mark's arm around her waist kept her upright. She nodded, indicating she was all right.
"My place or yours?” she asked with a smile.
"Neither for the time being.” Brent looped an arm around her shoulders. “There's still more for you."
He turned her toward an alley. Mark stood at the entrance, broad smile gleaming in the streetlights. A beacon to what lay beyond. The mink blanket was draped over one arm, the duffel strap slung over his shoulder. A promise reflected in his eyes.
She loved him! Why hadn't she said something? Why hadn't she realized it? She might lust after Brent, but it was Mark she turned to in good times and bad. Mark with whom she shared her every thought. Mark she called day and night. Mark who'd done all this for her. For them?
Lydia took a step in his direction, hand outstretched for his. He caught her fingers and drew them to his lips for a kiss that burned deep in her soul. Then he threade
d her arm through his and led her down the dark alley. Brent's arm draped her other side, hand toying with her ass. A dim light ahead showed her their destination. They were going down again.
She smirked at the phrase and stepped through the narrow doorway.
As before, a short spiral staircase led the way down. Small battery operated candles guided their way. Confidence built with every step. When they reached the bottom and the vault-like room dead-ended before her, Lydia froze. Limestone pillars held the low ceiling at bay. Crumbling limestone pillars. She heard a steady drip, drip, drip from somewhere in the back. So much for being fearless.
Mark and Brent unfurled the blanket and spread it on the floor beneath two evenly-spaced pillars. Mark's bag of tricks came next. Lydia hugged herself against the chill. It did little to quell the fear.
"Come here,” Brent commanded, hand extended.
Lydia didn't move. They waited for a word from her, warning them off. She couldn't utter that either. Want and fear battled inside her.
"Come here ... or else,” Brent said.
Her knees trembled. Pussy creamed. Yet fear still gnawed at her. All she had to do was turn around and go back up those lighted steps. All she had to do was say “red” and they'd be done. Suddenly, she found herself looking at the limestone floor. Her ass was in the air, waist locked in Brent's grip.
"I don't like being disobeyed, Lydia.” He danced the leather strap over her backside. Eyes closed, she wriggled into the touch, the feel of the leather warming her for...
"Oh!” She groaned as the first stroke hit. Another followed quickly, then another, too fast to catch her breath. Her body pulsed as the heat spread. She squirmed to find some part of Brent to writhe against, but he had her too tight.
He set her on her feet after ten strokes. She teetered against the rush and found Mark's arm around her, his other hand shoving up her skirt. He dived his fingers into her panties and fingered her slick clit to a body-quaking orgasm that left her slack in his arms. He caught her before she could fall.
Lydia expected to be draped in mink. Instead, Mark set her between the pillars and stripped her down to skin. The urge to cover herself overwhelmed her. Mark peeled her arms from around her midriff. Brent snapped leather cuffs around her wrists and pulled them to straps attached to eyehooks in the limestone. Mark did the same to her ankles, then raked her long brown hair atop her head and secured it with a clip.
Fear again chased away the sweet lassitude orgasm had given her. She was trapped beneath the earth, spread-eagle and defenseless. Her heart raced. Blood roared in her ears. Nerves ignited her skin.
The snap of the three-tailed whip jerked her attention to the men. They stood naked and erect before her—Mark flicking the whip; Brent doubling the strap over. They stalked around her, finding their targets, making her wait, pulling all her focus on the moment and little else. Her heart still pounded, but it was with a different anticipation now.
There was a whoosh to her side, then the thud of the falls over her back, followed by the strap against her bare ass. Her nipples hardened. Cream flooded her thighs. And she was rewarded with more—over her ass, across her breasts.
They paced around her, each lashing out in succession, in perfect sync, like this was something they did every day. The thought hurt, and she had to know.
"Do you ... do you do this with others?"
One stride brought Mark before her. He braced her neck, rasped his chest over her aching nipples, and thrust his cock into her belly. “Never,” he said, his voice husky. “Only you, love. Only you.” He kissed her then, tongue flashing and diving into her mouth, and she damned the bindings that kept her from clutching him to her.
And just like that she was free, slumped into Mark's grasp. They fell onto the mink blanket, him protecting her from the fall, and he stabbed his erection up into her. Lydia cried out and sealed a hard kiss over his mouth. Brent's strap yanked her head back up. Another sent her writhing on Mark's cock.
"Stop.” Mark dug his fingernails into her backside. “You'll make me come."
Somehow Lydia managed to smile. “Isn't that the point?"
"Not without me.” Brent growled from behind.
Cold lube touched her anus. Mark spread her buttocks apart, giving Brent the perfect target. Lydia held her breath. Jerked at the snap of the condom. Quivered when Brent knelt behind her. Whimpered at the first touch of his cock head to her hole. But it was Mark's hands that soothed her fears, his words that told her it would be all right. She was safe and secure and always had been. Only now she knew it.
She rested her cheek on his chest, loving the rapid heartbeat beneath her ear, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. Security. Love. And...
"Ohhhh.” They groaned as one when Brent pushed through the tight barrier. He eased in slowly, and Lydia took great pleasure in knowing her men were as close to the edge as she was. Yes, her men. Because for all that she loved Mark, she knew Brent would always be a part of their future.
She licked Mark's nipple and wiggled her ass into Brent. The men grunted and pushed into her.
Now this is power.
Two thrusts set the rhythm, a sweet glide in and out. In ... and out. Mark wedged his hand to her clit, giving Lydia something else to ride. It was too much. She tightened her muscles around them, demanding they come with her, feel the fire ready to explode inside her. Time stopped and then rushed in with the force of their orgasms. The sounds echoed off the walls, threatening to entomb them all. Lydia didn't give a damn. This was sweet. This was life. This was love.
They collapsed in a heap, then quickly eased their weight from one another. Bodies engulfed hers in warmth. Lydia drifted on the cloud of after-bliss, ready to let sleep claim her for a little while.
"Didn't I promise you an adventure?” Mark nuzzled his face against her neck.
"You did.” She tucked into him, then wrapped her arm around Brent and pulled him closer, too. “One I'll never forget."
"One to warm you on cold nights?” Brent scuffed his hand over her hip.
"Oh"—Lydia smiled and cuddled between them—"I'm going to leave that up to the two of you."
"Ready to do a little more exploring?” Mark thumbed her nipple to hardness.
She sighed, grinding breasts into Mark's hands and her ass against Brent's groin. “With you by my side, I think I could become a full-fledged cataphile."
Mark chuckled and peeled his skin away from hers. “Good to know, but not exactly what I meant.” He slid the whip's handle between her breasts. “Ready to return the pleasure?"
"Yes.” She hissed, wrapping her fingers around the grip. Oh yes.
Brent ground his pelvis against her butt. “I can hardly wait."
Neither could Lydia.
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About the Author
Erotic romance author Caitlyn Willows weaves deep emotions and sizzling sensuality into her action-filled stories. Believing life is to be lived and felt, not merely watched, Willows delivers real-to-life characters in unforgettable tales of love, adventure, and always steamy passion.
Caitlyn Willows's email address is [email protected].
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