by Opal Carew
She flattened her hand and stroked… to his shoulder, then down his arm. At the tangy smell of his cologne, she leaned closer, wanting to breathe in more of his masculine scent.
The sight of Sylvia stripping naked, then encouraging Slade’s hands on her had Mr. Grant’s cock at full attention, swollen so thick it ached. But now with her close to him, her soft hands stroking his body, her face leaning close to him… his insides fluttered in turmoil.
Her breath rushed across his chest as she breathed out, then she drew in another deep breath. Her lips brushed his collar bone and danced lightly over his skin, rising up his neck. Then she nuzzled his ear.
Wild sensations rippled through him, setting him into a state of confusion. He loved what she was doing… and the complete attention with which she was doing it… but at the same time it terrified him.
He wasn’t used to these feelings. Of… closeness.
He was sure if he decided to, he could draw her attention to his eyes, then with a look, command her to release him. He knew it, but… he wouldn’t.
He wanted to push past his fear. To be able to give Sylvia what she wanted.
She knelt on the bench, her thighs cradling his, and wrapped her arms around him, her naked body pressed tight to his. Her head rested against his shoulder, her long, silky hair cascading down his body. His heart pounded, a need in him spiraling upward.
She lowered her body, pressing down on his cock. His shaft nestled against her wetness, but she made no move to push him inside. Involuntarily, it twitched against her, but she ignored it. Her hands moved down his shoulders, until she found his nipples. She stroked them delicately with her fingertips, then dipped her head and took one in her mouth. The warmth of her… the feel of her tongue toying with his bud… sent heat rising in him.
This was sweet and… tender.
Intimate.
She suckled softly, sending his cock twitching again, then stopped and moved up again, gazing at him, her wide blue eyes filled with a depth of longing he’d never seen before. Her lips caressed his jaw, then fluttered up his cheek. Briefly, she nuzzled his temple, sending quivers through him. Then her mouth brushed over his eyelids, her sweet kisses reaching deep inside him and turning him inside-out.
The potent intensity of her tender actions left him dumbstruck. His heart coiled with new sensations he didn’t understand.
She stroked his hair, then he felt the play of her fingers behind his head. The gag released. As soon as she pulled the ball from his mouth, she covered his lips with hers. She kissed him, her tongue playing over his lips, then slipping inside.
He couldn’t help himself. His tongue drove deep into her and he invaded her mouth with passionate abandon. She held his head to hers as their tongues tangled. When she finally released his mouth, she kissed his cheeks again, her tenderness keeping him off balance.
Her hands stroked over his torso, sweet and loving. But he wanted to feel her fingers wrapped around him. To feel her sweet body pulling him deep inside her velvet opening.
“Push my cock inside you,” he murmured against her ear.
Ever the perfect submissive, she rose up, then he felt her delicate fingers wrap around him. His cockhead pressed against her wet slit and he groaned as she lowered herself down onto his shaft.
One he was fully inside her, she looked up at him and their gazes locked. The softness in her eyes….the complete openness… made him feel almost one with her.
“Fuck me,” he whispered.
She began to move, gliding up and down on his shaft, her silky passage stroking him.
“Oh, baby, you are so perfect,” he said.
She rested her hand on his cheek, gazing deep into his eyes, as she pumped his cock with her body, a connection so deep and poignant between them he feared he would lose himself in their oneness. But overwhelming need surpassed that fear.
She rode him faster, his cock gliding deep into her body in quick strokes that impelled his pleasure higher. She sucked in a breath, her channel tightening around him. He nuzzled her ear.
“I love you fucking me, pet. I’m so close to coming.”
She drove deeper and faster, filling him with exhilaration. Then she moaned and her head fell back. Her passage convulsed around him, gripping him tightly. His pleasure peaked, then two more strokes and he felt it. The tightness in his groin exploding, then his seed erupting inside her.
She continued to ride him, her orgasm going on and on.
Sylvia’s world shattered, the consuming physical pleasure paired with the enthralling emotional intensity of the closeness Mr. Grant had allowed her augmenting the experience beyond anything she’d ever known.
Her moans filled the room as she rode the wave through an eternity of delight. When she finally collapsed against his chest, panting for air, she could hardly think straight.
After a few moments, he nuzzled her temple with his lips. “Release my bonds, pet.”
She slid from his lap, grieving the loss of his cock inside her. She released the straps attached to his wrist cuffs, then his ankle cuffs.
He took her hand and led her from the room, back to the living area. Slade was sitting on the couch, tapping on his phone. As soon as they entered the room, he put it down.
“After making Slade touch you, I’m sure he’s wildly turned on,” Mr. Grant said. “I want to watch you with him now. Slade, let’s go into the bedroom.”
Sylvia followed these two special men through another doorway. The bed was big. Almost as if it was designed for more than two people, which it probably was in a place like this.
“Undress him,” Mr. Grant commanded as he sat on a chair facing the bed.
Sylvia unfastened Slade’s shirt buttons, then slipped the garment from his broad shoulders. Then she unzipped his jeans and tugged them down his legs. He stood in front of her in his charcoal boxers. She ran her hand over his swelling cock, then dipped her fingers under the elastic and peeled down the underwear, exposing his thick, twitching shaft.
“Suck it, my sweet,” Mr. Grant said.
She dropped to her knees and stroked Slade’s stomach, then gripped his thick cock. She brought it to her lips and wrapped her mouth around it.
Making love to Slade was always sweet and intense, but when Mr. Grant commanded her to do it, it catapulted to a whole new level. Because she was pleasing him, too.
She sucked hard on the big cock in her mouth. Slade’s fingers glided around the crown of her head, cupping it in his palm. He drew her closer, pushing his cock deeper into her. She opened her throat, taking him right down inside. He pumped her on his erection, his breathing increasing.
She cupped his balls and fondled them, to his groan.
“Not too fast.” Mr. Grant commanded. “I don’t want him to come in your mouth. I want to watch him fuck you.”
Slade grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, then his tongue drove deep into her as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. His tongue pumped like his cock would soon do.
He backed her to the bed. She sat down and he slid her body until she was centered on it, then prowled over her, clearly anxious to be inside her.
“Do you want Slade’s cock inside you, pet?” Mr. Grant asked.
Her gaze locked on Slade’s charcoal one and she nodded. Slade’s eyes darkened.
He pressed his hot cockhead to her opening, then pushed forward. Her folds were so wet, her passage so slick, he slid right in. She arched against him on a moan.
“Tell him what it feels like,” Mr. Grant commanded.
“Your big cock is stretching me,” Sylvia said, her gaze still locked on Slade’s. “It’s big and hard and I love it inside me.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good around me.”
“I want you to fuck me, Slade. To drive into me so hard I scream your name.” She brushed her lips against his cheek, then glanced toward Mr. Grant, satisfied to see his big cock in his hand as he stroked it. “While Mr. Grant comes watching us.”
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nbsp; Slade drew back, then glided forward again. Titillating tingles danced through her. He drew back and glided deep again. Then again. Picking up speed. Pleasure coiled inside her. Tightening. Building.
He drove faster now. His strokes sending pulsing need through her. She squeezed him, breathing faster.
Slade nuzzled her ear. “I’m so fucking close.”
She arched against him, to his groan.
“Your cock feels so good inside me.” Her voice was tremulous. “Please make me come.”
He drove harder, pumping into her like a demon. Ramming his thick shaft deep. She moaned, the pleasure building. Rising.
Fracturing.
“Oh, God. Yes.” A sound emanated from her throat—a sort of trill—as pleasure vibrated through her.
“Ah, fuck, sweetheart.” Slade drove deep, then groaned his release.
The feel of the hot liquid erupting into her sent her flying into the abyss, moaning loud and long. Slade’s name was on her lips, though she wasn’t consciously uttering a word. Only making sounds to match the ecstatic tremors quivering through her body. Then she catapulted higher, clinging to his shoulders as she wailed her cataclysmic release. In a barely conscious move, she glanced at Mr. Grant and saw his cock erupt in a plume of white foam.
Then she drew in a deep breath and slumped against Slade. His arms tightened around her and the world faded away.
Sylvia awoke in Slade’s arms, but a strange bed. Then it came back to her. Mr. Grant naked in the chair. The intense closeness of his vulnerability as he allowed her to touch him however she wanted. Their making love had been magical, holding the promise of a closeness she never would have believed before.
She glanced around, but she and Slade were alone in the bed. She sat up, eliciting a rumbling murmur from Slade as he drifted out of slumber.
Mr. Grant was not on the chair, or anywhere else in the room. She felt sure he hadn’t joined them in bed after she and Slade had made love.
Slade stroked her back. “Good morning.”
“Where is Mr. Grant?” she asked.
“He’s probably in the other room having coffee.”
She slipped from the bed and walked from the bedroom, mindless of her nudity. She went to every room in the suite until she convinced herself what she’d known from the moment she’d awaken.
He was gone.
Someone was pounding on the door. Mr. Grant walked across the foyer, certain he knew who it was. He peered through the sidelight, then opened the door.
An angry Slade glared at him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Mr. Grant sighed. “Come in. We need to talk.”
Slade followed him to the living room, the sound of his biker boots clacking on the hardwood floor with each stride. He tossed his leather jacket on a chair and slumped into the one beside it. Mr. Grant sat facing him.
“Why the hell did you take off last night?” Slade demanded. “I thought you wanted another chance with Sylvia.”
Fuck, if the man only knew how twisted his gut was right now. Being vulnerable to her last night… feeling her sweet gentle touch… filled with love… It had taken his breath away. Made him long for things he’d never thought he wanted.
“I did. But…” As much as he’d felt her love washing through him….
“But what, man? Spill.” Slade’s eyes were filled with passionate anger. He wanted to protect Sylvia.
The man clearly loved Sylvia, too.
And when he’d seen her with Slade…
Mr. Grant leaned forward. “You two together. You’ve got something special.”
Slade’s jaw twitched. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s you she loves.” His fingers tightened around the armrests of the chair. “And you who gives her what she wants with the domination shit. I can play act at it, but…. I can’t give her what you can.” His cold gaze spiked through Mr. Grant. “So step up.”
Mr. Grant’s teeth grated together. “You’ve got me mistaken. I’m not walking away from Sylvia. There is no way I would let that woman go again. And I will destroy any man who even attempts to steal her away.”
The cold glint in Slade’s eyes faded. “So what the fuck is this all about then?”
“I needed a little time to figure things out. To decide how I can make things perfect for Sylvia.”
Slade’s eyebrows arched. “And?”
“I know what I need to do. I just need to ensure you’re on board.”
Sylvia knew Slade had gone to see Mr. Grant. He hadn’t said anything about it, and she didn’t ask. The fact that several days had passed since the three of them had been together made it clear that Mr. Grant had finally given up on her.
He’d tried… and it had been heaven to be with him like that… with no barriers. She had been so sure she’d seen love in his eyes. Her heart broke at the thought.
“I know the last few days have been tough on you,” Slade said, leaning against the doorframe watching her. “And I feel bad about not talking to you about it.”
She shrugged. “What could you say? The reality is he doesn’t want me and there’s nothing you can say that will make that fact less painful.”
He sat down beside her and took her hand in his, then kissed it. “Maybe there’s something I can do.” He pulled her to her feet. “Come on. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”
She rode on the back of his bike, the wind in her hair as they sped along the highway. Finally, he pulled off and drove through a nice neighborhood with large houses. Then he turned and drove along a boulevard with entrances to properties unseen behind the tall trees and large yards and beautiful gardens. He turned onto one driveway and followed its curved path to an elegant and stately home.
He helped her from the bike and led her up the stone steps to the door.
Nervousness quivered through her as she remembered Mr. Grant delivering her to Mr. King’s door, then leaving her there. Turning her over to a new Master.
Slade didn’t want to master her, and Mr. Grant had turned away from her. But she knew they both cared about her needs. Had they arranged to put her in the hands of a new master again?
Slade rang the doorbell.
The door opened and to her complete and total surprise, Mr. Grant stood on the other side.
“What is this place?” she asked as she followed him into a beautiful, open room, a seating area on one side with couches, chairs and a large television, a large dining area nearby, another sitting area in front of a two story stone fireplace, and a loft looking down on it all.
“I just bought it. Do you like it?”
It was beautiful. Airy and open. Less masculine than his other stately house.
“I do. It’s quite…stunning.”
He took her hand. “Is it somewhere you’d like to live?”
Her gaze flickered around the expansive space. Was he going to set her up in this place, keeping her at his beck and call, while putting even more distance between them?
At her hesitation, he took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. The warmth of his fingers enveloping hers, and the soft brush of his lips against her skin sent tremors through her.
“Just so we’re clear. I mean you’d live here with me.”
Uncertainty washed through her. “What are you suggesting?”
He slid his arm around her waist and drew her to him. The feel of his big, masculine body against her turned her insides into a quivering mess.
“I want you back. And this time, I will make it work. I want you to be happy.”
At the sincerely of his words, she gazed at him. Determination glowed in his eyes and hope rose in her, but she cautiously reined it in. With all they’d been through, she knew it couldn’t be that simple.
“I’m going to fail sometimes,” he admitted, as if reading her thoughts. “I’m only human. But I’ll try, and if you’re patient, I know we can get through this. And if I need my space… if I need to sleep alone sometimes… I’ve arranged things so you won’t have
to sleep alone.”
“I won’t?”
“No. I have an alternative.”
“You’ll sleep with me,” Slade said.
Her eyes widened as her head jerked around to look at Slade, then she glanced back to Mr. Grant questioningly.
“Slade agreed to help us. He’s going to move in with us and if I need some solitude, then you can sleep with him. You never have to sleep alone again.”
“And I figure if he knows you’ll go straight to my bed, he’ll think twice about sending you out of his.” Slade grinned. “Though the selfish part of me hopes that he does it every night.”
Mr. Grant smiled. “Of course, sometimes I might send you to him as a punishment.” He shrugged. “And in that case, I’d come in and watch the two of you together to ensure you’re being properly disciplined.”
Tingles danced through her at the thought of Slade sitting on the bed with her on his lap facing him, his thick cock deep inside her as her ass glowed red from the spanking he’d given her. And Mr. Grant in the chair by the window watching them, stroking his massive cock. Then Mr. Grant standing up and moving behind her, then pressing his cock to her back opening and gliding inside.
Oh, God, she couldn’t think straight. Thoughts of the two men inside her, gently thrusting deep into her body, made her crave their intimate attention right now. She ached with almost crippling need.
She sank to her knees and wrapped her hands around Mr. Grant’s leg, then rested her head against his muscular thigh.
“Master, I feel I’ve been particularly bad recently and that you should punish me right now.”
Mr. Grant chuckled. “Well, I can’t give you exactly what you want, because that would set a bad precedent, so I can’t just send you to bed with Slade. I think it’s time to show you one of the features of the new house.”
He took her hand and led her to a hallway leading off the main room. Slade followed as they passed some bedroom doors, then went around a corner. At the end of the smaller hallway was a double door. Mr. Grant opened it and led her inside.
