by L. A. Boruff
My jaw began to tire, and I accidentally let my teeth graze his shaft. He shouted out when I did that and clenched my hair almost to the point of pain. “Please, do that again,” he said as he moved.
He watched my mouth instead of my fingers, and I moved my lips so that my teeth scraped him.
Pushing away from me, he released my head suddenly, without warning. I fell back onto my elbows, gasping for breath, near an orgasm from the feel of his cock in his mouth and my fingers on my clit.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed my feet, flipping my legs up, causing me to lie all the way back on the bed.
Pushing my knees far apart, he fell face first onto my pussy. It was my turn to grab his hair as he split my lips apart and sucked my clit as hard as he could. I pulled one hand away from his head to grab a pillow and push it against my face.
He sucked and licked, and then he bit. He’d sucked my clit into his mouth and let his teeth sink into the swollen, aching flesh of my sex, and that’s when I unglued. I came in his mouth violently, jerking against him until he had to let go and grab my hips to keep from being bucked off of me.
Before my orgasm was completely finished, he pulled the pillow off of my face and pushed himself into me. My favorite thing had always been the feel of Michael’s head as my body stretched to accommodate him, and it was no less wonderful and intense with Elias.
He thrust in and out shallowly a few times, wetting his shaft, before he was able to completely fill me. If he’d been half an inch longer, it would’ve been painful for him to sink all the way inside, but as it was, he was perfect.
He collapsed on top of me, slowly pumping his hips. “You’re amazing, Riley. It’s like your body was made for mine.”
I laughed, remembering Michael uttering those exact same words many times over the years. “I think it must’ve been.”
Unable to go slow for long, his speed built, and he moved his weight onto one hand while wrapping the other around me. He lifted me in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible, so that I was sort of sitting on his hips at an angle. Shifting onto his knees, he grabbed my hips, partially holding me up with his arms so that he could thrust into me.
The unique angle gave him the best spot to thrust, pushing me into another orgasm quicker than I would’ve thought possible. When he saw me throw my head back and moan, his thrusts became pounds.
His hips and arms worked together, and I just rode the wave of pleasure, bouncing on his dick. Once I grew quiet, he slowed and moved us so that I was on my knees, ass up.
Without any wait, he entered me again, pulling on my hips so that I matched his thrusts. I was so sated, I didn’t know if I could have moved myself anyway.
Every time his hips met mine, a jolt of pleasure washed over me, until I found myself up on all fours, pushing back against him as hard as I could.
He reached up and grabbed my hair again, making my moans turn into throaty yells, and my orgasm exploded, my pussy tightening around his dick.
He wasn’t far behind me. He let go of my hair and curled his body around mine, hugging me close as he climaxed. I pushed my body up and into his as his hips slowed and his arm moved up to clutch my breasts as they swung under me, nipples hard.
He kept his arm around me and pulled me sideways with him onto the bed, cock softening inside me. Once we were on our sides, I felt it slide out, along with the unpleasant feeling of liquid leaking out. “I need to run to the bathroom,” I said. “I don’t like feeling wet after sex.”
He pulled me tight. “In a minute Riley, geez. Haven’t you ever heard of cuddling?”
“Cuddling is awesome, but it can wait until I’m clean and won’t get more fluids all over this bedspread.” This bedspread that we don’t have any idea whose fluids might already be on it. I really tried not to think about that part.
He squeezed me again. “I’ll leave more money since they’ll need to clean this room too. Use the pillowcase.”
I shook my head at his stubbornness and awkwardly grabbed the spare pillow—he and I shared one—to tug the case off.
Once it was off, I tucked it between my legs to catch anything leaking. “That’ll do,” I said.
I wiggled in his tight grip until I faced him.
“That was pretty great,” he said.
“Yes, it was.” Michael’s face popped into my head. “I didn’t think twice about it, either.”
“I think he’s made it pretty clear that he’s open to us having a relationship. And he was gone for a long time, Ri. He has to expect that your wants and needs have changed.”
“They have. I don’t think I’d feel complete any more without you in my life. You’re my best friend.” He had become my rock, my buddy, my trainer. He was a huge part of my life.
“And Anthony?” he asked.
“Anthony was a curve ball, that’s for sure, but…” I didn’t know how to explain it. “I don’t want him to leave.”
“I know he doesn’t want to leave. He can’t get enough of you.” Elias grinned. “He’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out we didn’t wake him up.”
“I guess we’ll have to make it up to him,” I mused.
“You will! I’m not apologizing.” He popped a kiss on my nose. “Come on, let’s get back to bed before we’re missed.”
I cleaned myself as best I could with the pillow case, and then put my shirt and undies back on. We left the case wadded up, wet part inside, in the corner with another large wad of bills. “Are you going to run out of money?”
Elias laughed. “That will never be a problem for you again, Riley. We have money, Michael has money, by extension as his legal wife, you now have money, and lots of it.”
I shook my head, unable to comprehend not worrying about bills. “If you say so.”
We crept back to the room we shared with Anthony and Michael and found them still lying in the same positions we’d left them. I climbed into the bed beside Anthony. Elias joined us on my other side.
Anthony grumbled and pulled me close, and sleep suddenly sounded like the best thing I could do. I closed my eyes with Elias pressed to my front, Anthony pressed to my back, and Michael asleep in the corner, hopefully dreamlessly.
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Caia Daniels: Unveiled Excerpt
Chapters 17 and 18
Tonight, I’m going to play Mistress.
I’m wearing a black lace-up corset, black stockings with a garter belt and 4-inch fuck-me heels as Silas calls them. Chestnut hair is down and curled at the ends. Red lips ready to smear lipstick all over three fine bodies. Eyeliner is sharp enough to cut at the corners of my eyes.
So fucking excited.
Grabbing a riding crop I bought for tonight’s festivities, I make my way out the door and turn the corner to find Dominic, Silas, and Jude standing in the living area, fully dressed, all the various things I had them purchase arranged neatly on a bar table.
I stop and stand tall, shoulders back and breasts out. Chin tilted up to show my bossy side.
“Fuck.” Dominic, Silas, and Jude say in unison.
Yes, please.
“Hello boys.” I strut toward them as they sit motionless, all eyes on me. Dom’s sexy brown Italian hair is practically inviting my fingers, not to mention his powerful chest and arms. I want to undo his man-bun and pull his face to mine right now.
Tall, muscled Silas looks down at me hungrily, his green eyes burning with lust. He absently runs a hand over his skim of black hair
Jude’s sweet smile and dimples lie to me and tells me he’s a good boy. I know that’s not true, and even less true tonight.
“Wow, Rebel.” Dominic inspects me, head to toe. “That’s some costume.” Blue eyes are moving up and down, drinking in my outfit.
“No.” Jude chuckles. “That’s a statement.”
“A big one.” Silas grins. “Now, we did all you requested, sexy Mistress. What do you got planned for u
s?”
I swallow, letting go of all my inhibitions, putting myself in Mistress Rebel’s headspace.
“Tell me, boys. How do you feel about a four-way?”
“A four-way,” Dominic says out loud. “Like, all of us at the same time?”
“Yes.”
Jude’s speechless. Probably wondering where the other guys’ heads are at.
Silas and Jude both look to Dominic, waiting for his answer.
“We had one once. Remember?” I remind them.
“I remember.” Dominic crosses his thick arms over his chiseled chest. My mouth is watering already. “I remember it was a disaster.”
“Maybe a little, but we were kids. We’re all more experienced now. And well, I think this is the last test for me,” I say. “To see how all of you do with your jealousy. This will be my final answer. If you all can handle watching the others have me, then I’m sure we can make this work.”
“As crazy as that sounds, I think it has some merit,” Jude adds. “There’s no way to know how any of us will deal with Rebel making love to the others unless we see it.”
Dominic is an easy tell. This is my way of finding out where he stands. If he can truly see me with another man.
“Jude, I know you’re fine. You’ve learned to curb your jealousies. Silas, you’re an all in good fun kind of guy, but Dominic, I’m concerned about you. I worry you’re not as sure of us all being together as you think.”
“I’m sure of it,” Dom says. “I know one thing.” He stands from the couch and moves toward me. Takes me in his arms and runs his palms over my cheeks. “I know I love you, and you love me. And Silas and Jude are like my brothers. We all have the same priority in this world.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “You. And if this is what you need to be sure of having a life together, committing to each other, then I can do this.” He looks over to Jude and Silas. “Of course, I think there needs to be some ground rules. We all take turns, we let Rebel lead. This is her fantasy. And she’s what’s most important.”
“Agreed,” Jude says quickly, no need to consider anything.
“Hell, yeah. I’m in.” Silas grins.
“Yes.” Dominic leans down and kisses me passionately. “Now, Dom’s off duty. At your service, Mistress.” He winks, smacks me on the ass then returns to the couch.
“Perfect.” I push out my chest and tilt up my chin, assuming a domineering stance. I’m not experienced at this, but I take all I know and try to apply it.
“Here are my rules.” I begin. “I’m in control. Is that clear? And the proper way to answer me is ‘Yes, Mistress.’ If any of you slip and call me Rebel, or angel, or baby, or any other term of endearment, this riding crop will be smacking your bare ass. Understood?”
I crack it against the wall, making everyone jump. Makes me smile.
“This is going to be fun,” Silas says.
Dominic nods, grinning.
As for Jude, this will be a perfect chance for him to see my domineering side. And my kinky side.
“All right, before we get started, we need to establish ground rules. Dominic, you understand the rules of playing during a kinky scene. As your Domme, I have control, but that control does not exist without your explicit consent. Dominic, I trust you with mine, with my body, with my mind during our play. I need to know if you trust me?”
“I trust you,” he says. “I consent.”
“Choose a safe word for tonight.”
“Chocolate.”
“Chocolate it is.” Smiling, I turn and look at Jude and Silas. “We’ve never experimented with kink together. I have expectations, and if either of you disobey me, you will be punished. I’ll use this riding crop on your ass for missteps. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.” Jude answers first.
“Do you trust that I won’t push you harder than what I think you can handle?”
“Yeeesss?” Silas seems unsure. Guess we’ll find out.
“Then you should know I expect you to follow my commands when I issue them. I expect you to address me with the proper respect I deserve and to do all things to make me happy. This night is not about you. It’s about you pleasing me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Silas says. “I consent. And spank away baby, ain’t nothing from you I can’t handle.”
I smirk. “You say that now.”
He looks at Dominic, narrowing his eyes. “What?”
Dominic shakes his head knowing neither of them have seen my bossy, dominant side like he has. “Oh, nothin’.”
“Alright then. We’re all in agreement, boys?”
“Yes Mistress,” they say unanimously.
“Good. Now, where is the deck of cards I told you to get?”
Jude jumps from the couch and retrieves it. “Here, Mistress.”
“Good,” I say. “Dominic, you’re going to play bartender, serving us drinks. Stiff ones.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Dominic stands and gathers the alcohol and disappears into the kitchen area to make drinks. He seems excited to be part of this, not in control. Though knowing Dominic, he’ll be more excited watching Jude and Silas feel my wrath.
“Silas, you’re in charge of the snacks. I love my chocolate.”
Silas grins. “Sure, baby.”
I smack the riding crop against the wall. “What did you call me?”
Silas is confused. “What?” A second later, a look of acknowledgement crosses his face. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry, baby…” he stops himself again. “I mean, Mistress.”
“Come.” I demand, pointing in front of me with the crop.
Silas is smiling, clearly not used to being subservient.
“Wipe that smile off your face unless you want more than three lashes on each cheek with this riding crop.”
He quickly tries but fails to erase the grin and moves to stand in front of me.
I’m trying not to laugh but it’s hard not to with Silas. He’s just too damn cute.
“Pull down your pants, turn around, and bend over… there.” I point toward a table against the wall that has the TV on it.
Silas stands deliberating, probably wondering if I’m serious.
“Now. Unless you want to spend the evening tied up, watching the others fuck me while you get none.”
“Fuck that.” He quickly turns and moves toward the table. Grins and winks, pulling down his jeans, leaving his bare ass exposed. Bending over, he waits for his punishment.
In full domme form, I stroll across the room to stand in front of Silas, running my fingers in little circles over his gloriously firm ass. “Do you know why I’m punishing you, Silas?”
“Yeah, ‘cuz I fucked up and called you baby.”
“That’s right. I’m going to give you six strokes on your ass from the riding crop. As a reminder, you gave me consent to punish you should you disobey me. Are we still in agreement?”
“Yes, Ma’am, Mistress. Gimme what you got.” He wiggles his ass in the air, taunting me.
It’s a struggle keeping my smile inward because damn, this is fun. Silas doesn’t know who he’s messing with. I can be ruthless when given the chance. I rub his ass as a warning of what’s to come, then a second later, hit him with the riding crop.
Silas jumps a little, not expecting it to actually sting. “Motherfucker,” he yells out.
“You going to keep being rude to your Mistress?”
“No, Ma’am,” he says. “Sorry Mistress.”
“This is serious. Tell me again why you’re being punished?”
“Because I disobeyed you. Called you baby.”
“That’s right. What’s my name?”
“Mistress. Mistress Rebel.”
I smack him again, the sound echoing through the room. Again, he shifts his feet, trying to stay steady. “What’s my name?”
“Mistress,” Silas says.”
“Good boy.” I smile.
Jude is sitting at the table shuffling the cards. Laughing.
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p; I turn my head and raise an eyebrow. “What are you laughing at?”
He quickly looks toward the floor. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Mistress.”
“You’re next.” I raise an eyebrow, pointing the crop at him.
“Yes Mistress, my apologies.” His eyebrows pull together, and he quickly returns to shuffling cards.
“Now.” I stifle a laugh, cracking the riding crop across Silas’s ass once more, striking him a little harder. Not terribly hard, he can take it. This is fun.
“How many is that?” I ask.
“Three. Three, Mistress. Damn, girl. You got some power in that arm of yours.”
I quickly crack a fourth and a fifth stroke. This time, louder than before, more for effect than the sting. “Are you mocking me? You don’t sound very respectful. Or grateful.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Do you even want to play with me tonight? Because this level of disrespect will have you naked and serving as a table for my drinks the rest of the evening while Dominic and Jude get their cocks stroked. Is that what you want?”
“Hell no, Mistress.”
“That’s what I thought.” I glance at Jude and wink.
“Neither do I. In fact, what I want is for you to please me. Not disobey me.”
At this moment, Dominic is standing in the hallway shaking his head. Jude and Dominic exchange looks, then continue with their jobs.
“How many strokes is that?”
“Five, Mistress.”
“Are you ready to serve me now with the proper respect I deserve? Or do I need to make you be my drink coaster?”
“No, Mistress. I’m ready. I promise to behave.”
“Good boy.” I give one last swat then lean down, rubbing his now pink ass, then give it a quick peck with my lips. “Now pull up your pants and get my snacks. I’m hungry.”
Silas quickly pulls up his jeans and rushes to the table, gathering the food and placing it on a serving tray. His cheeks are flushed, clearly embarrassed.
Rising to his feet, Jude decides to console Silas’s butt-hurt ego and walks over, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s okay, man.”
