by Rylon, Jayne
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I know it’s not easy for you to surrender. And I think if we go too much further, you’re going to crack. You’re not going to be able to help yourself, and will start taking the lead when we both know switching things up could be mind-blowing. So why don’t you let me help you? Help us?”
His brows climbed his forehead. “I thought those were for me to use on you.”
She laughed. “Poor Owen. Not this time.”
He levered to his elbows but didn’t rise any farther. “You’re serious? You want to tie me up?”
“I want to teach you to take.” She kneaded his chest through his T-shirt until he relaxed again, lowering himself back to the bed. “You don’t think I’ve seen how you hold back in our sessions? How you wait until everyone else is satisfied before you allow yourself to fall?”
“If you think you’re going to get me off before I’ve done the same for you… No. That’s not going to happen.” He grimaced. “That’s a hard limit for me. If you don’t enjoy this too, then there’s no point.”
And right then she understood. That’s how he demonstrated his affection. Maybe even his love. By being generous with his attention and by satisfying his partners, putting their needs above his own, like no one had ever done for him. Until now.
“You can hold out if you really want to.” Holly shrugged. “But either way, I’m going to take care of you. I promise you doing it will bring me lots of pleasure.”
He blinked up at her as if hearing what she was saying for the first time.
“Really?” He tipped his head.
“Yeah.” Holly smiled softly. “So you’re going to be good and let me have my way with you, right?”
“Uh, I guess.” He grinned. “I’ll try my best.”
“Do you want a safe word?” Holly asked, entirely serious.
Owen laughed. “Nah. Do anything you like, I can take it.”
“Okay, but if you change your mind or this gets too scary, just say so. I’ll stop if you want me to.” She caressed his cheek. “This is about you, not me.”
“I think it’s about us both.” His insight sent shivers down her spine. Because he was right. If this was going to work, they each needed to grow and learn to open up.
Holly nodded, then pointed toward the head of the bed. “Get up there, take your shirt off, and grab the bars on the headboard.”
When he did, it took every bit of her acting skills to pretend like his bare torso didn’t make her want to skip straight to their very happy ending. So she concentrated extra hard on her mission.
His bed wasn’t anything fancy, a few steel rails that connected unadorned square posts on either side. Basic, black, and utilitarian—it would work just fine. Holly looped the first tie around the painted metal before making a few circuits around Owen’s wrist to ensure it was padded.
Once she was satisfied that the edges wouldn’t dig into his skin, not even a little, she tied the ends, securing him to the bed. She tugged a bit, hard enough to reassure herself he wasn’t going to break free. Not even if she drove him wild, as she hoped to soon.
For the briefest of instants, she recalled what it had been like to be the one in restraints, though at the mercy of people who planned to use her as a weapon instead of delighting her.
“You okay?” Owen asked when she should have been posing that question to him.
It took her a try or two to clear her voice before responding. “Yeah. Just remembered when I was stuck in that trunk…”
Owen used his free arm to wrap around her back and hug her tight. She rested against him for a bit, counting his deep breaths, until the cloud of unease passed. “You’re in charge now, Holly. Only you get to say what happens next.”
As clever as she’d thought she was being, he was smarter. Though it wasn’t easy for him either, he was willing to empower her and keep her from feeling like a victim.
It didn’t take anything else for her to regroup. She nodded, then bound his other hand carefully, checking the fit of the material before kissing a meandering path down his neck.
His cock jerked between them, inspiring her to do it again and again until he cursed softly and tugged, finding her knots secure.
“Is that okay?” she murmured near his ear.
“If by okay you mean that it makes me so damn turned on I could end this experiment before you’ve really begun it? Yup.” Owen raised his head, then let it drop to the pillow with a groan.
Holly chuckled against him. Oh yeah, this could be fun. “Then I guess I’d better get going, huh?”
“I want to say yes. So why do I feel like that’s only going to make this worse?” Owen flashed her a rueful smile, then nodded. “Do it.”
12
“Say please.” Holly sat up and tweaked his nipple. Though he wrenched away from her in surprise, he was quick to return. His hard-on made it obvious he hadn’t hated her rebuke, either.
“Please.” Despite her insistence, he seemed genuine when he begged her to continue, so she did.
Holly took her time, exploring every ridge and valley of his body, from his collarbones to the edges of his pecs. If she spent an inordinate amount of time petting his cut abs, he’d just have to deal with her fawning. The hours he put in at the gym or taking Moose for a jog were apparent in the definition of his muscles and the tan skin hugging each of them.
And when she traced the lines from his hipbones to where they disappeared beneath his very low-riding sweats, she wrapped her fingers in the waistband and lifted them over his cock.
A sheen of perspiration made his brow and upper lip shimmer. She inched the soft fabric beneath his ass and down his legs. Before she’d worked them off his feet, he began kicking them off along with his socks.
Owen planted his feet on the bed, then raised his hips, despite her sitting partially on his quads. He made his dick an offering to her.
Now that was an invitation she planned to accept.
Holly reached out and stoked him. She sank lower until her face was even with his dick, then placed a kiss on the very head of his shaft, trying not to grin when he called her name.
“Yes?” she asked, as innocently as she could, while peeking up at him.
“If you do that…”
“Don’t worry, Owen.” She smiled. “I’ve got you. I know what you want and if you let me play, you might just get it. This turns me on too, you know?”
“Oh. Okay then. Go for it.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” She surrounded his cock with her hand and fed it to herself, sucking on him lightly and only gradually taking him farther into her mouth, until he nudged the back of her throat.
“Holly!” The headboard rattled as he shook. But she still had plenty of time to tease him. He had more stamina than that. So she pushed on, lapping at as much of his balls and the base of his shaft as she could while she tortured him.
Until his abdomen rippled in front of her face and his thighs began to tense on either side of her ribs. Only then did she allow him to slide free while licking her lips.
Owen groaned. “So close.”
“I thought you wanted to wait for me?” she asked, secretly thrilled that he had.
“I do. But…I’m not a very patient man.”
“You’ll stay here all damn night if I decide you will.” She put her hands on her hips, though she couldn’t imagine herself having that much self-control.
No, she needed him inside her, soon. But first she was going to give him a break and even them up a bit. She wanted to explode with him, and make his fantasies come true. But to do that, she needed some help too.
Holly climbed Owen until her knees rested on his pillow, on either side of his head. “Bite me if I’m smothering you.”
Owen moaned, but didn’t so much as graze her with his teeth as she sat on his face. Instead, he began to eat her out with such skill and intensity that she had to grip the metal bars next to his bound hands and ho
ld on for dear life.
He licked, sucked, and shoved his tongue inside her, but it wasn’t quite the right angle for what she craved most, so she turned around and wormed her way into position so he could lick her clit.
Holly sighed and kissed his abdomen as he began to suck on her. When he hit the perfect place, she tipped her head to one side and licked along his shaft.
When he did it again and again, she took him in her mouth and sucked, mimicking his motions.
It felt so good she nearly let herself cave and come on his face. But she didn’t want that for them. So she distracted herself by toying with his balls. And when her fingertips glanced the flesh beneath them, dangerously close to his ass, he froze.
A strangled groan ripped between them as he went stiff all over.
Holly rolled off him in a flash, sure that if she so much as brushed his dick, he was going to lose it. Except he took her distance the wrong way.
“I’m sorry. Shit! I don’t know why I did that.” He slammed his eyes shut. “It’s fine. Keep going.”
“You reacted like that because it felt a little too good.” Holly proved it to them both by reaching between his legs and doing it again.
Owen cursed. He might have tried to suppress his response, but it was too late to hide things from her now. His cock leaked onto his tight abs as she began to press her finger against his ass.
“Fuck, Holly.” Owen thrashed but couldn’t get loose. It didn’t seem like he really wanted to when he admitted, “I haven’t done any of this before. Or not in a minute at least.”
She paused. “What are you saying?”
“I don’t fuck women by myself. It’s too…intimate. And I’ve certainly never let one be on top before. Never mind…you know.”
She fit her finger the barest bit inside him. “That?”
“Uh.” He groaned. “Yeah. I think that. Maybe you better do it again, deeper, to make sure that’s what I really mean. If it doesn’t disgust you.”
She didn’t care if he was trying artlessly to manipulate her, because she believed him about never allowing anyone else to have him like that, and the fact that he was letting her in was all that mattered. “Nothing about you turns me off, Owen. I’ll give you this if that’s what you need.”
Watching him closely, she advanced within him, or tried. He was tight and dry.
“Holly!” he called, this time with a hint of discomfort.
“Sorry.” She stroked him until he was fully hard again. “I’ve never done this before either. Help me help you.”
“There’s some lube in my drawer.” His voice was hoarse and strained as he admitted it, practically asking her to keep playing with his ass.
She turned around and lunged for his nightstand. When she opened it, she blinked a few times before reaching for something. Not the bottle of silky gel, but an object that looked like a slender black cylinder with a significant bend in the middle.
“What’s this?” She held it up for him to see.
“Uh—” He turned his head away from her.
Holly’s insides went shimmery and she swore she nearly came on the spot. “It’s some kind of toy, right?”
When he didn’t respond, she perched beside him on folded legs, then tipped his face back toward her. He still refused to meet her gaze until she stroked his cheek and calmly said, “Tell me what you do with it. If you like it, I want to try it.”
“It only works on guys. It’s a vibrator. A prostate massager, okay?” He blew out a breath and stared at the ceiling.
“Hell yes, that’s okay. I’ve heard that can feel incredible.” She didn’t realize she’d started rubbing her pussy until his gaze lasered onto her motions. “Can I use it on you?”
“I don’t know, Holly.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t, like, gross you out? Won’t it make things weird?”
“No, it doesn’t. And no, it won’t.” She spread herself so he could see just what he did to her. “Can’t you tell how wet you make me?”
“How is that even possible? Fuck, I’ll never live this down if the guys find out.” He scrunched his eyes closed. “Please don’t tell them. Promise you won’t.”
“Hang on. I let Trent fuck me in the ass just the other day. None of you seemed to care, unless it was to get amped up over it. And I have a vibrator. Should I be embarrassed about using that too?”
His eyes flew open as he stared at her. “Hell no. I would love to see you do it.”
“So what’s the difference?” She reached down to stroke his cock, bringing it back to peak steeliness, refusing to let his inhibitions drown out his pleasure.
“You don’t fuck people while your same-sex friends are in the room.” He looked like he would have flailed his arms if they hadn’t been secured to the bed. His head came up and his neck strained. “I don’t want them to get the wrong idea. I’m not gay. I don’t want them to screw me or anything like that.”
“You know it’s fine if you do. If you’re gay or bi or whatever. And it’s also fine to be a straight guy who’s into ass play. None of those scenarios change how I feel about you or this.” She pet his chest, trying to calm him.
“I mean, yeah. It would be cool if I was, but I’m not. I just…get off on this, okay?” he asked again, though she wasn’t sure who he was questioning—her, or himself.
“Very. That’s sexy, Owen.” Holly picked up the toy again and examined it. “So let me do something about it?”
She leaned in and kissed him, showing him exactly how much the idea turned her on too. Slightly because it was new and taboo, but mostly because it gave her another key to unlock his ecstasy. Okay, no. The biggest factor was that it meant he really did trust her fully. There’s no way he’d have gone there with her if he didn’t.
“If you’re sure it’s not going to change how you or the guys think of me, then yeah, go ahead.” He groaned, another drop of precome rolling down the head of his cock.
“Hey.” She took his face in her hands and stared straight into his eyes. “No matter what we do here today, I won’t rat you out. You know that, right? I don’t think you have a single thing to worry about if you choose to share this kink with Lorenzo and Trent, but it’s your business to tell them or not. When we’re together with them, I won’t do this, or even hint at it, unless you ask me to first. And when you’re ready, you should buy me a big fat strap-on so I can fuck you while they’re fucking me.”
“Son of bitch!” Owen’s breath was ragged now. “It feels so good. This and sharing… It would be everything.”
“Then I think you should consider being honest.” Holly kissed him one more time before smiling down at him. “And until then…enjoy the fuck out of letting me do this to you when we’re alone. Ready?”
“Do it,” he ordered. She didn’t bother to remind him who was in charge, because they both already understood it was her. If it made him more comfortable, she let him wrap his illusion around him like a security blanket. At least for now. “But, uh, maybe not for long? I’m not going to be able to wait for you.”
“Let me worry about that.” Holly turned around, flashing her ass at him in the process.
“What are you doing?” he asked tentatively.
“I want to be able to see what I’m doing.” She glanced over her shoulder. “But I have to tell you, Owen, this makes me so fucking hot, I’m not going to last either. So I’m going to ride you while I do it. You don’t mind, do you?”
She took his cock, thicker and harder than she’d seen it before, and poised it at the entrance to her body.
“You’re going to kill me.” He growled. “You’re every dirty dream I’ve ever had come to life.” He spread his legs out wide, giving her plenty of room to work.
She bit her lip, then smiled, glad he couldn’t see her expression. It was a rush, to have someone give her this much leeway, and to know that she was about to use it to blow their mind like he had hers so many times lately.
And then she was sinking onto his cock, fil
ling herself with him, hugging him tight within her as her pussy gloved him. When she sat on him, feeling him as deep within her as she could get, she began to rock, screwing him reverse cowboy style even as she leaned forward a bit.
Holly picked up the massager and coated it with lube before lifting his balls and rubbing it around his ass. Owen made a choking sound that had her checking on him. He thrust up into her from below, lifting her onto her knees. “Don’t stop now, Holly. Fuck me.”
Whether he meant in the ass or by riding him, it didn’t matter, because she did both.
Holly introduced the slim black toy into his body, twisting it a bit like she did with her own vibrator to ease its way into him. It was fascinating watching what it did to him, how it made his sac tighten and his cock pulse at the base. And that was even before she flicked it on.
Then his toes curled and he rattled the bed frame.
“Yes! Hell yes!” he shouted.
Owen was damn near legendary when it came to control in bed. But this new side of him had nearly reached its breaking point. And so had she.
Holly rose and fell over him, moaning when his cock stroked deep within her even as she rubbed her clit on his clean-shaven balls. She clamped around him, her wide-eyes flying to his over her shoulder so she could reassure him just how much she was basking in their connection, his surrender, and the ultimate faith he’d placed in her.
“Holly, please, don’t stop,” he begged though she knew it was for her sake and not his. “Use me to make yourself feel good. Come on me.”
“And you’ll join me when I do?” she asked, practically pleading herself.
“Couldn’t help it if I tried.”
“Don’t try.” Holly ground herself on him, burying him as deep as he could go in her heat and wetness. “There’s no need for one of us to be first. We’re in this together. Today and every day from now on.”
The sound he made was unintelligible when it came to words, but entirely understandable when it came to feels. He knew she wasn’t talking only of orgasms and playtime etiquette.
This was about so much more than their bodies.
