by Mayburn, Ann
Wyatt narrowed his eyes at her. “I was wondering why you packed the gladiator outfit that you like me to wear.”
Yuki giggled, “Oh my. I would love to see that.”
A surprisingly strong bolt of jealousy went through Michelle and she had to remind herself that Yuki meant nothing by it. There was no one in the world more monogamous by nature than Yuki and James, which made them being such big voyeurs and exhibitionists all the stranger. Of course Yuki would appreciate Wyatt’s physical charms, they were sure as fuck on display for her. Shit, Michelle needed to get herself under control. If she got jealous over Yuki of all people, there was no way she could go to the wedding reception at the Club, and she really wanted to. Not just to see old friends, but to show Wyatt that part of herself, to try to replace memories of Owen with memories of Wyatt. As soon as she thought that, guilt twisted her stomach and she pressed a hand to her abdomen, trying to reassure herself that she wasn’t betraying Owen, that he wasn’t watching her from heaven and hurting right now.
Wyatt shifted and she met his gaze. He gave her a look she couldn’t decipher, but leaned forward, placing a kiss over her hand still on her stomach. The softness and warmth of his lips helped ground her and eased the knot in her gut. She wanted this to be perfect for Wyatt, needed it to be perfect, and she was screwing it up with her personal bullshit.
His voice vibrated against her fingers as he said, “I’m yours, Domina. If it is your pleasure for me to look like I’m on my way to a gladiator porno, then I’ll wear it with pride.”
Michelle pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, thankful that Wyatt could snap her out of her funk without even trying. She gave herself over to the humor, allowing it to chase the negative feelings from her mind. The need to reward Wyatt for bringing such joy to her life warmed her blood. After composing herself she smiled at Wyatt and his grin dropped off his face. “Stand up, turn around, and bend over.”
His gaze darted over to Yuki and James who unabashedly watched him. After another moment of hesitation, he surged up from his seat and turned, his hands pulled into tight fists. She waited a moment to see if she’d triggered one of his rages, but he relaxed and looked over his shoulder at her, silently daring her to continue. Oh, he was a bad boy. He’d improved so much since the evening she found him strapped to a chair at the police station, but she had a gut feeling that he was just learning how to deal with his PTSD, that he was still on fragile ground emotionally. One part of her wanted to wrap him in cotton and keep him safe, while the other wanted to push him, to help him learn that he was strong enough to overcome his own personal demons.
But this wasn’t the time or place for it. This perfect moment was all about pleasure. She wanted to build beautiful memories, capture his love in her mind, so when she was faced with the inevitable hard moments ahead of her, she could use these memories to strengthen herself. His love and unconditional devotion were her shield against her own mind.
She grabbed the small butt plug she’d set aside earlier and squirted more lube on it. Wyatt should have plenty of lube still left inside of him, and that proved to be the case when the plug slid easily into him. She turned it a couple times, slowly getting him used to the sensation, and began to pull back so the fat part of the plug would stretch his anus, almost come all the way out, before she eased it back in. After about thirty seconds of this, Wyatt was straining beneath her, the barest rocking of his hips breaking through his self-control.
Leaning over, she nibbled his ear before whispering, “That’s it, darling. Feel it and remember this sensation so when you’re fucking me in the ass you’ll have an idea of how it feels. And right now I bet this feels fantastic. Your cock is full to the point of bursting, but don’t lose control yet. I want to ride you and you will not disappoint me.”
Chapter 2
Wyatt tried to think beyond the amazing sensations racing through him, but his brain seemed to have checked out at some point and had left his animal side in charge. He went from seething with anger that Michelle would do this to him in front of Yuki and James, to trying not to watch Yuki as she visibly became more and more aroused as she observed Michelle playing with Wyatt’s ass. Thankfully, the only person James had eyes for was his wife, and he only paid attention to her responses.
The knowledge that the two women were watching this being done to him made it a little bit easier to bear. And damned if Yuki and James rubbing against each other like two horny teenagers didn’t add a new facet to the pleasure that Michelle was wringing from him. He looked over his shoulder and his cock jerked at the look on his Domina’s face. She focused on where the anal plug slid in and out of his body with her gentle movements, straining the ring of muscles in his ass, then pushing back in and making him grunt.
Her inner thighs shone with her slick arousal, and because of the slightly unsteady nature of standing in a plane, her hips rocked as she adjusted her balance in a way that drove Wyatt crazy. Peeks of her pretty pink slit constantly teased him. Because Wyatt loved her blonde pussy hair, Michelle was letting it grow out a bit more, making her already beautiful cunt something to worship. Fuck, he wished she’d ride his face, let him make her come. He felt so alive, so powerful when he pleased his Mistress enough to make her trust him to give her pleasure. It was her trust in him that gave him the strength to let go, to do anything she wanted, to revel in the addictive carnality of being her man, her submissive, the keeper of her heart.
With a soft sigh, she removed her hand from the plug in his ass and gave his flank a proprietary smack. “Get up, then sit next to James. It’s going to be very, very difficult to not orgasm, but you are forbidden to have your release until I have mine.”
When she said shit like that his cock would get hard enough to pound nails. With Michelle having sex wasn’t just a physical action. He was equally involved, mentally and emotionally, thanks in part to BDSM, and found himself growing more comfortable in the role of being her submissive. It boiled down to a simple truth for him. Anything that turned Michelle on turned him on. If she loved doing it to him, he loved taking it.
Even if it meant having an uncomfortable hunk of metal shoved up his butt.
As soon as he settled in the chair, he realized the plug was now pressing on that spot inside his ass that Michelle had been playing with. An electric shiver raced through him and to his surprise, a small stream of precum hit his stomach with almost as much force as an orgasm. He shifted and that spot got pressed on again, resulting in another bone-jarring spurt from his cock.
He looked up and met Michelle’s equally amused and aroused gaze. “What the fuck?”
Instead of answering him, she took his dick in her hand then climbed up onto his lap, straddling him. “That toy is pressing on your prostate, my love. As I fuck you, that toy is also going to be fucking you as well. You’re going to fill me up, first with your precum, then your seed. And then, handsome man, you’re going to lick my pussy until it’s clean.”
He gaped at her, then turned to look at Yuki as she giggled. She held James’ cock in her hand and was doing some kind of twisting motion as she jerked him. For his part, James had his eyes closed and was gritting his teeth. For a second, Wyatt thought he might come, but James managed to hold on. Yuki shifted, bringing Wyatt’s attention back to her as she rubbed herself against James. “Mmmm, good idea, Michelle. James, I expect the same service from you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” James took a deep breath and let it out in a sharp hiss as Yuki raked her nails down his chest, leaving bright red trails across his lightly tanned skin.
Michelle took Wyatt’s cock in her hand and his attention snapped back to her. For a second, she looked angry, but before he could ask her what was wrong, she grasped his cock and held it to her sex, then began to sink down. He kept his gaze on her, knowing she liked to look into his eyes, to control even his natural reaction to let his eyelids close as the immense pleasure of being inside of her rolled through him. Her pussy was so wet and silky, heaven.
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She hadn’t told him not to touch her, so he risked a hug. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close and placed soft, gentle kisses against her face. The tension left her and she smiled, snuggling against him in a way that jerked the toy against his prostate. With a grunt he shivered beneath her and the hot puff of her breath against his chest as she sighed was unbelievably erotic. She squeezed her inner muscles and drew another groan from him.
Next to them, Yuki said, “Oh, James, that was a close one. Come on, you know you want to jizz all over my hand like a teenager who can’t control his cock. Look at Wyatt, he isn’t having any trouble.”
Without thinking, Wyatt gave Yuki an incredulous look but found her rubbing James’ cock through the slit of her dusky sex. Neither of them were looking at him, but he still felt weird about watching them. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this feeling of…exposure. In his mind, lovemaking, however unconventional, should be between him and his woman. While watching Yuki with James was hot, knowing that Michelle watched James and Yuki together made jealousy ice his veins.
This was his woman and he didn’t want anyone but him to see her naked.
But he wanted to be everything she ever needed, so he had to learn how to enjoy this as well and push back his stupid fucking jealousy.
He pulled Michelle back and began to lift her up and down his cock by her waist, knowing she loved it when he used his superior strength to please her. She gave a little struggle, but soon her lovely pink mouth went slightly slack with pleasure, making him remember what it was like to fuck that beautiful mouth. Her smooth, firm thighs gripped his hips as she began to take over the motion, each stroke of her cunt against his shaft making his toes curl as the prostate toy did its job.
The ability to think rationally fled as he became entranced by the sight of Michelle’s lean, beautiful body curving against his, the scent of their musk mixing with Yuki and James’ aroma until he was saturated in pheromones. To his surprise, Yuki came first, her soft keening rising above the dull roar of the plane’s engines. The sound captured his attention, and when he looked over the savage expression on Yuki’s face as she orgasmed made his already tenuous hold on his self-control even shakier.
Michelle’s nails prickled against his neck as she turned him back to look at her. Embarrassed that he’d been caught looking, he refocused on his Mistress, uneasy with the anger that had crept back into her expression. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Michelle was jealous, though that didn’t make any sense at all. She was the one who instigated this, who’d tormented him, who’d commanded every moment of their time together on the plane. He’d seen how aroused she became watching James and Yuki, so he wasn’t quite sure what she was angry about.
Then again, she was still a woman and most women didn’t like their man looking at other females, especially naked females. Beneath that hard, perfect exterior, Michelle’s heart was a lot more fragile than most people knew. She was excellent at hiding her feelings, but he was getting better at reading her and seeing past the mask of perfection she showed the world. And right now, he had a flash of intuition that told him Michelle did not like it when he looked at Yuki, so he returned his gaze to his beautiful Domina. While Michelle had instigated this, he knew women well enough to recognize the flare of jealousy in her gaze so he tried to reassure his woman by letting her see in his expression how much he loved looking at her. Not like that was much of a hardship, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, let alone touched.
Michelle squeezed her inner muscles and began to milk his cock as she raised and lowered herself.
With his come boiling in his balls, he reached between himself and Michelle to play with her clit. She shivered against him and moaned softly, taking him in all the way and squeezing his dick until he thought his heart might explode. He pinched her clit gently and she froze, then began to orgasm with a deep, guttural moan that drove him crazy. Unable to help himself, he gripped her hips and began to raise and lower her on his dick, using his upper body strength so all she had to do was hold on.
Fuck, she was magnificent.
His woman.
His Domina.
Next to him James made a choked sound. “Please…”
Wyatt kept his gaze on Michelle, liking the way she smiled at him as she wiggled her hips. “Mmmm, feel that? How wet my pussy is? You did that to me.”
Now it was his turn to hunch forward and strain not to fill her up with his seed.
Yuki laughed. “Give me one more orgasm James, and you can come.”
Michelle gave a wicked purr. “I want you to come at the same time as James.”
Wyatt glanced over at James, and when their gazes met, they both nodded. Sweat stood out on his friend’s red face then James winked before turning back to Yuki. He pulled her forward so he could lick Yuki’s berry-dark nipples, making her moan and wiggle. Evidently, she had very sensitive nipples because she was soon clutching James’ head to her breasts as she rode him with abandon.
Determined to give his Mistress as much pleasure as James was giving Yuki, Wyatt leaned forward and delicately licked at the tip of Michelle’s breast, loving the way she sighed his name. Soon, he had his little Mistress groaning, and holding back his orgasm had to be one of the hardest things he’d ever done. She was so slick, so hot and welcoming around his cock as he plunged in and out of her. Mounding her breasts together, he went from one nipple to another, the ass plug wreaking havoc with his ability to fight off the need to come.
Yuki leaned forward, the silk of her hair brushing over Wyatt and Michelle’s body as she began to suck on James’ neck. He grunted, then shivered. “So fucking good.”
Michelle leaned down and whispered into Wyatt’s ear, “Look.”
He was afraid to look, worried that he’d spark his Mistress’ unpredictable jealousy again, but Michelle fisted his hair and turned his head to the side. “I want you to watch them while I fuck you. Watch how close James is to coming, how much he suffers to please the woman he loves. Just like you suffer for me.”
He tried to ignore the intense flush burning his face as he let his gaze dart over to Yuki and James before looking back at Michelle. She gave him a small smile, then turned to watch the other couple, her pussy contracting hard around his cock, making him moan. Yuki must have done something to James at the same time because his grunt of pleasure mixed with Wyatt’s low growl. A sudden empathy surged through Wyatt and he no longer felt embarrassed as he studied Yuki and James. He did know exactly how the other man felt, and while it didn’t really arouse him, it did make him feel closer to James. They were ‘brothers in bondage’ in a weird way.
Then Michelle began to kiss on his neck the same way Yuki was sucking on James and he lost himself in the eroticism of the moment.
Michelle nipped him hard enough to sting. “Ready to eat your seed out of my pussy, Wyatt? Because I’m sure as hell ready to come all over your face.”
White hot passion blinded him and he froze, all of his muscles locked in place as Yuki wailed out her orgasm.
James shouted out, “Mistress, may I come?”
“Yes,” both women said at once and Wyatt took that as permission to come as well.
If he held back any longer his balls might turn so blue he’d look like he had two massive blueberries dangling beneath his cock.
Craving as much skin to skin contact as he could get, he wrapped his arms around Michelle and held her close, tilting his hips to get as much of himself into her as possible. This move pressed that evil fucking toy against his prostate at a slightly different angle and he lost the ability to breathe, to do anything but surrender to Michelle’s will.
“Let go, Wyatt. Give me your pleasure.”
She squeezed her inner muscles in a rhythmic way that seemed to suck the first hard throb of his orgasm from him. He gripped her ass, grinding into her as he climaxed, all the frustration and need pouring from him, filling her as he came over and over. Making love to Michelle wasn’t
just a physical act, but an emotional one as well. He gave himself to her in every way possible, trusting her to hold him, to take care of him, to keep him safe while he handed his heart, body, and soul to her.
Coming inside of her tight cunt, feeling her against him, licking and kissing against her neck while he filled her with his seed was paradise.
The tingling slowly faded and he came back to earth with a very satisfied woman nuzzling against his neck. Her sex occasionally twitched around his cock, and he winced at the overwhelming sensation of her pussy squeezing him. He tried not to involuntarily jerk away, the sensation too much after the wild fuck she’d just given him, but she gripped him tighter.
“Don’t you fucking move, Wyatt. You will endure this for me because it makes me unbelievably hot.”
That was abundantly clear. When she sat up and slowly massaged him with her cunt, her gaze took on that slightly glazed quality that let him know how deeply he was affecting her, how much his submission aroused her. The curve of her tit caught the light and he marveled at the perfection of her body. If God had ever built any woman for worship, it was this one.
She licked her lower lip and slowly rose up, leaving his now fully erect cock bobbing against his stomach. With a wicked grin she moved over to the table and propped her ass up on it and balanced her feet on the chair in front of her, opening her legs to reveal her pussy. She was so slick that her thighs gleamed and he noted right away her clit was swollen and pressing out from between her plump, well fucked, pussy lips. The light caught the golden blonde hair covering her mound and saliva filled his mouth. He couldn’t fucking wait to have that pussy on his tongue.
He clenched his teeth and fought the urge to lunge at her. She still wore those sexy silk stockings and he marveled at her ability to work him back into an intense lust mere minutes after he blew his load hard enough to make him see stars. Her gaze shifted to his left and her lips parted in a soft gasp that had her spreading her legs all the wider. Without thinking he followed it and found himself watching Yuki suck on James’ dick with an expertise that made his own cock jump.
