by Fawkes, Sara
Those three bodyguards knew how to please a woman.
Holy BDSM!
For the next twenty minutes Dylan was transported somewhere else.
And so was his cock, which twitched and grew, straining against his jeans. While his hand, a bottle
of Laura's coconut-scented lotion, and YouPorn had held his needs at bay for a bit, he was desperate
for the old sex life he, Laura and Mike had shared. Thoughts of Laura filled him, pumping through his
mind as he imagined she was the princess in the book, being readied for her three (no, two...) men.
What – two wasn't enough?
By the looks of it, Laura needed hundreds of men. Pages of long, drawn out temptation and
longing, then fevered denial and brutal – yet passionate, and loving – bondage and domination greeted
his eyes as he drank it in. Mike sat next to him, their bodies touching, breathing even and steady as
they comfortably read through the next few chapters of the book, shifting occasionally in what Dylan
imagined was arousal.
Or shock.
Or, more likely – envy.
The men in these imaginary worlds got everything they wanted. Sex. Love. The woman. A forever
ending that he, Mike and Laura already had.
Minus the sex.
It wasn't about the orgasm. Really – it wasn't. What he missed most was the sound of her breath
hitching in that oh-so-sexy way she had, the little give that told him she was getting ready for him.
How her face flushed with need when she was aroused. The wetness of her walls as he slid one finger
in her, his mouth eager to taste her juices.
Everything sensual and alive and skin was missing right now. Collapsing into the goodness and
animal need of a world where the bedroom made everything else fade, where the three of them could
just be raw nerves and want and naked lust was...gone.
Dried up.
As if it had never happened.
There was no lack of affection in their lives. Hugs and kisses and cuddles abounded. But when he
or Mike tried to turn a peck on the lips with Laura into something deeper, she went shallow. Neither
wanted to push because, well...they were respectful. Nice. Honorable.
Learning that it turned out she'd been filling her head with this every day, for hours and hours,
made him re-evaluate the last few months. Not in the sense that he should ever violate her boundary –
if Laura didn't want sex, Laura shouldn't have to have sex. Period. End of discussion. No meant no,
always.
But what did all this BDSM reading mean?
“Where did we go wrong?” he asked Mike.
Mike shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off the screen. Running one hand through his
shaggy, blonde hair, he mumbled, “I don't know, but damn, this writer can write.” A long, slow sigh
poured out of him, his lips pursed, face deep in a frown. He looked like a Norse god troubled by
thoughts of war.
“No shit. You as worked up as I am?”
Mike looked longingly down the hallway, toward their bedroom door where Laura now slept.
“Yeah.”
Unable to stand it any more, Dylan stood and marched over to the kitchen, willing his erection to
go down. Heel, boy, he ordered it. Reluctantly, it began to fade. Reading all that had triggered more in
him than any porn ever could. The words elicited reactions and emotions far stronger than any image
or video ever could.
Maybe that's why romance novels were so popular. If that was why Noni read so many...
He shook his head like a dog trying to brush off a burr. Don't think about Noni aroused. Gross.
The new espresso machine gave his hands something to do, scooping the coffee in, tamping the
grounds, and then – yes! The familiar hiss of manna being brewed. Two little cups later, he brought
Mike one and reclaimed his seat. Browsing through a new book, Mike took the cup in one big hand,
his other cradling the eReader.
“I can't believe this is what Laura's reading!” Mike whispered.
“We need to do something about this,” Dylan insisted. “It's obviously her fantasy.”
“We can't engineer a plane crash on a desert island and have a suitcase full of sex toys wash ashore
magically,” Mike said dryly, taking a sip.
“No, but we could get Josie and Alex to babysit for a night while we get some velvet handcuffs and
drip some hot wax on a blindfolded Laura!”
The air rang with Dylan's words, and...yup. Hard again. A quick glance at Mike told him he was in
the same state.
“If this is what she really wants,” Mike mused, “why doesn't she just ask for it? She knows we're
about as open as anyone can be in the bedroom.”
Dylan shook his head, then took a good, long look at Mike. “You look like hell.” Hair overgrown, a
scruffy beard, and a button down with a missing top button greeted his eyes.
“You're just a shorter, darker version of me.” A not-so-gentle set of fingers brushed against
Dylan's overgrown cheek.
“We've let ourselves go,” Dylan said. Aside from quarterly meetings with the Board of Directors
for his new charity, an organization designed to help families of cancer victims with services and
grant money, Dylan didn't have anywhere he had to be that required cleaning himself up. When Jillian
was born he'd stopped volunteering at the fire station, so now he was basically a professional dad.
And trust fund dude, a fate he and Mike had settled in to, finally. Even Mike had handed over most
of the day-to-day operations of the ski resort to his management. No one really needed to look
presentable for society. Other than basic hygiene, they just hadn't cared.
“We can fix that right now. A quick haircut, shave, and some decent clothes would go far. You
clean up nicely when you bother,” Mike said, smiling.
Dylan frowned. “Not enough. It's not like we've looked like this forever. I think we need to go
further.”
Mike finished his espresso and set the cup on the end table with a grace that belied his size.
“How far?”
Dylan tapped on the eReader and pulled up a page full of sex toys. “Let's start here.”
“Alex was kidding when he suggested we get her a new sex toy!”
“I don't think it's a bad idea, though. Except the toys are for us to use on her. Not for her to use on
her, you know? How about we read more of these stories and buy some of the... implements they use,
and give Laura a taste of what her imagination is creating?” Dylan presented the idea to Mike with, he
hoped, a sense of urgency and excitement that would convert him.
“Hi, honey!” Mike hissed. “Now that you spent sixteen hours breastfeeding all day and are coming
to bed covered in vomit and smelling like sour milk, here we are with the Baby Jesus butt plug and a
Sybian!”
“Not like that,” Dylan insisted. “And what's a Sybian?”
Mike took the eReader, flipped back to a different book, and pointed. “Start reading here. I'll be
back in a minute.” Dylan looked up and watched Mike leave the room, his frumpled t-shirt and the
shaggy blonde curls over his ears symptoms of benign neglect, and sighed.
They really had let themselves go.
But that shouldn't matter. And what the hell was a Sybian?
Ninety seconds later Dylan knew exactly what a Sybian was, and he was ready to go order one if
there was any hope he could watch Laura use it. And there was that sc
ene with the sex swing....
Where was she hiding this crazy, uninhibited side of her? Under those soft curves, that dimpled
smile, those lips she bit at the moment of orgasm? The mere idea that she'd ride a machine with a
dildo attached to it and like it made him nearly come in his pants right now. Flipping frantically
through the eReader, he opened another book with a woman's hands bound on the front. Then one
where she wore a mask and was draped in red silk. Yet another with a cuff link and pearls on it. And
another...
Ropes and handcuffs and melted candle wax and dildos and dilators and butt plugs.
His very own Laura had an active, healthy, amazingly wonderful inner sex life.
Unleash the woman, for fuck's sake!
Or, he mused, perhaps what she wanted was to be leashed.
“Are you a Sybian expert now?” Mike asked as he returned from the kitchen, chomping on an
energy bar.
Dylan shifted himself in a way that made Mike laugh. “Oh, you laugh, but you know exactly how I
feel right now.”
“Yup.”
“That Sybian...”
“Yup.”
“I'm thinking about ordering one.”
A cocked eyebrow was Mike's calm response. “You are?”
“You in?”
“I say order one of everything from those books and see what happens.” The devilish gleam in
Mike's eyes was so different from his droll manner that even after ten years together, Dylan was
amazed the man could surprise him.
“You realize you're talking to a guy with nearly unlimited money and zero impulse control?”
“You realize you are talking to a guy who has had sex twice and exactly one blow job in six
months?” Mike's face was serious, eyes gone dark and smoky. Mischief was gone. This was a man
determined.
Dylan's jaw dropped. Thank God they were in agreement. Whatever it took to unlock the
passionate woman they'd met fifteen months ago and to regain the intimacy they all seemed to crave –
but couldn't quite find their way to – was what they needed to do now. Something had to give.
“What are we wasting time talking for, then? Let's start clicking.”
Crreak. The telltale sign of their bedroom door opening made them both freeze.
“Shit!” Dylan hissed. Mike put a finger to his lips and stopped chewing on the energy bar. Both
stood there, ears cocked. The sound of footsteps, and then the baby began to babble.
Mike looked at the eReader. “It's been nearly two hours!”
“No way!”
Mike tapped and slid his fingers wildly, getting the machine back to the Home screen. “You order
whatever we need later on from your phone. You have carte blanche. Get whatever you want.”
An evil laugh bubbled up inside Dylan as he rubbed his hands together.
This was going to be fun.
Alex
“Are you crazy? Let Josie watch the baby overnight? That woman can't keep a houseplant alive with a
growlight, fertilizer, Google, and a team of highly-trained pot farmers at her disposal.” Laura's high,
reedy voice could be heard from across the room, as Josie had the phone on speaker mode. Josie had
insisted that Alex spend the night at her place – fortunately, Darla was at a gig for Trevor's band. Joe
was still in law school, though all Darla had talked about for weeks was how he'd be home soon for
winter break. For Alex, it meant a nice night together away from his roommate, John, who had
returned from his medical fellowship full of talk of medical genetics and one-upmanship politics as he
tried to get a coveted research spot for next year.
Alex, meanwhile was on the decidedly less ambitious family physician/obstetrician track. The
more surgery he performed, the less he liked it.
“I heard that!” Josie shouted at the phone. Alex winced. Even in a bad mood, Josie would still be
interested in sex, but a bad mood could ruin his chances for something a bit more risqué. Like a romp
outside.
“But she loves Jillian.” Dylan's desperation made Alex cringe. His deep voice was a stark contrast
to Laura's nervous, high voice.
“And I'll be here the entire time in case she drops the baby!” Alex added, followed by Josie's
marching across the room to elbow him in the gut. “Ow!” he shouted.
“Jillian will be fine, Laura,” Josie crooned. “This will give me a chance to see how I do at this
whole pretending I have a maternal bone in my body thing.”
“Not the best thing to say to convince a brand-new, first time mother, Josie,” Alex hissed, taking
the phone away from her unceremoniously.
“Overnight?” Alex asked. “That's quite an honor, Laura.” He took the phone off speaker and
decided to talk one-to-one. Dylan and Mike needed this night. Hell, he and Josie needed it, too. After
six months of dating he was working on convincing her to consider the next step in their relationship,
though he wasn't quite sure what that was. Moving in together would displace Darla, and his own lease
had another six months on it, anyway. Josie had grudgingly let him keep one set of work clothes at her
place these days, while he'd cleared out half his closet for her.
If she really, truly never wanted kids, then he'd have some hard reckoning ahead of him, because
he most assuredly did want children. Maybe not right now, but in a few years...and so this could reveal
a lot about her. An entire day and night with a six month old.
Plus, Dylan and Mike needed this. He could practically see their eyeballs floating, they were so
backed up.
“Laura, I have a medical degree. I've helped birth more than two hundred fifty babies, and I’m
CPR certified for infants. I even have perfect pitch for singing happy songs that soothe babies. Plus,
Jillian loves my hair.”
“You have perfect pitch?” Josie interjected. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised, her eyes
sparkling with a look he couldn't name, but that instantly made him fall more deeply in love with her.
“Is that why your voice is so melodic when you cry out my name?”
Damn it. His body hardened in all the wrong places right this moment. His brain returned to Laura,
scrambling to find the thread of discussion again. Ah, yes. Baby. Watching the baby. Overnight.
Helping to see how Josie would be. Giving Dylan and Mike a chance for something after six months.
And then Josie's hand snaked over his ass and gave him a squeeze as she began a slow hip curl
down to the ground then back up, unbuttoning her shirt from the top down, one slllloooowww button at
a time.
While licking her lips.
Brain shattered.
“Alex?” Laura's confused voice brought what little bit of cohesive thought he had back to center.
“Are you and Josie really willing to do this?” Sensing a need, a desire to give this a try, and something
deeper, he put his entire being into convincing her that this was going to be alright.
“Laura, we'd love to. And,” he said conspiratorially, cupping his hand over the phone, “it would be
a real favor to me.”
“To you?”
“You know how skittish Josie is about the idea of settling down and having kids – ”
Hysterical, barking laughter filled his ear. Josie moved on to her second button and he waved her
away frantically even as he hardened. If more blood went south he was going to need a transfusion.
“Josie,” Laura gasped, “have
kids?”
“See?” he said darkly as Josie walked out of the room, tossing her shirt in his face. “That's why
this would help me. Give us a day with a baby, warm her up to the idea.”
Laughter halted. “You two are that serious?”
“Not yet, but...”
“But you'd like to be.”
“Yes,” he said, his breath escaping and elongating the ssssssss as Josie returned, now nude,
carrying the biggest vibrator he'd ever seen.
It was the size of his forearm. She stuck her tongue out à la Miley Cyrus and he half expected her
to reach for a foam finger and –
“So Laura? Just trust us, OK? Um, I'm getting buzzed right now,” he said, nearly yelping as Josie
turned the vibrator on and pressed it against his hip. That wasn't a lie.
“Oh, a patient?”
“A future mother who is out of her mind right now,” he gasped into the phone, grabbing Josie's
wrist. With very little effort he managed to push her against the wall and pin both wrists above her
head, his hip holding her pelvis in place as he struggled not to wipe that wicked grin off her face with
his –
Waaaaaaaa! A baby's cry pierced the air and Laura said, “Gotta go – talk later!” A merciful click
set him free.
“You are so going to pay for that,” he growled in Josie's ear as he hit “End” on the phone with a
practiced thumb, then tossed the device behind him. It landed with a soft thud on the couch. His
wriggling, naked girlfriend, all flesh and sinew and tight body, moaned as he tightened his grip on her
wrists with one hand and used the other to slide down between her legs, finding her wet for him
already.
“You want to play a game, young woman, you need to be ready to play to win.”
“I'm,” Josie gasped as he slid his thumb along her clit, fingers sliding down, then up, lubing her
warm folds, “not younger than you.”
“Then you cradle-robbing cougar, you,” he said as his cock pressed against her hip, clothes
suddenly a hindrance, her eyes half-lidded and face pinkened with a hazy, unfocused look that told
Alex more than any words could. This was not how he'd thought the next hour of their day would go;
Laura's phone call had interrupted their walk out the door to grab a lovely meal at a local Greek
restaurant. A striptease and a little hand bondage, however, could replace dinner.
