by Eileen Green
“There’s no need to be uncomfortable, Eliza.”
As much as she liked him, and wanted to give him a test drive, Eliza knew he belonged to Victor. She didn’t want to come between them, and neither one of them had said anything about a poly relationship. There was no way she was going to hurt Victor.
Continuing to look out the window at the large yard beyond the patio, she took deep breaths to calm herself. He’s probably just being friendly, and he’s one of those touchy-feely-of-people. Don’t read too much into it.
Todd sighed before he said, “You are a remarkable woman. You went through something horrible and had to pull yourself out of it. I admire you. But you have been living a partial life since then, haven’t you?”
Why was he being so nice, and where was he going with this?
“Victor had to begin his life anew, almost like a baby. There were skills that he had retained from before the accident, but memory wise, he had to make all new ones. But you—” he squeezed her hand more and took a deep breath “—you’ve had to go on with all your memories, and yet, you haven’t really moved on in your heart, have you? You’re afraid of being hurt again. You can’t live like that, love. I know. Before Victor came to me, I was in mourning. I had lost my wife and lover a few years before in a car accident. A drunk driver hit them as they were coming home from a trip to see my mother-in-law.”
Eliza’s heart clinched in her chest. Todd knew how she felt. And, he had been in a ménage relationship. Turning back towards him, she saw the pain in his eyes. Standing quickly, she wrapped her arms around him and held him. The sound of sniffles surrounded them, but she wasn’t going to worry about two dominant people showing their emotions. Instead, they both comforted each other silently.
Was Todd someone she could move on with? It was possible, but she didn’t want to leave Denver. And, how would Victor feel about them together?
* * * *
For late October, it was quite cold. The weather was promising a huge accumulation of snow for the winter, delighting snow enthusiasts. They had already had a huge snowstorm the other night which, according to several people at the club, was a precursor of what was to come.
Victor sat on the deck of Eliza's home, a cup of steaming coffee on the table next to him. The past few days had been overwhelming to the point his head hurt. The last time it had hurt so much was the first few weeks after he had woken from his coma. Todd had informed Victor that when he tried to remember his past, there would be headaches.
It wasn't that Victor was trying to remember, but being around Eliza, the memories were coming in small snatches. Little vignettes popped into his head occasionally, always leaving himself to ask whether they were real, or something he wished for.
Eliza starred in most of them. However, Bobby would appear since the two of them were together before Eliza arrived in their lives. The question was, was what he remembered of Bobby real?
“You're thinking too much,” Todd said softly from behind Victor, causing him to jump slightly. Todd kissed the top of Victor's head before continuing to sit across the table from him. “Your shoulders are up around your ears. You need to relax, babe.”
As much as Victor wanted Eliza, he didn’t want to tarnish Bobby’s memory, but he also didn’t want to hurt Todd’s feelings. Or make him feel unwanted. Eliza and Todd were the two most important people in his life, at least what he could remember, so he didn't want to do or say anything that would destroy his relationship with them.
“I'm trying to,” Victor whispered. “I'm so tired of taking painkillers, so I've just been dealing with the pain.”
Todd reached across the small table and grasped Victor’s shoulder in a loving way. “You don't have to act so brave, Victor. If you need something, it doesn't hurt to take something. It won't make you any less of a man. And you know I won't judge you.”
Victor let his head fall back on his neck. “I know you don't. I just hate how they make me feel. You know how I feel about being out of control.”
He didn't want to look at Todd. The man would have his Dom face on, and Victor would cave. There was no way he could ignore the look, no way to ignore his Master.
Todd sighed as he removed his hand from Victor shoulder. Disappointment hung in the air as much as the aroma of pine trees, snow, and coffee did, and that hurt Victor.
“You are afraid of becoming addicted, aren't you?”
Victor and Todd turned toward the owner of the voice and stood quickly. Wobbling a bit until Todd grabbed his upper arm, Victor fought to stay on his feet. He didn't want to look weak in front of Eliza either.
Eliza moved around the small ensemble of patio furniture. Both men turned as she moved. She leaned her luscious ass against the metal railing and crossed her arms. Victor watched her breasts plump up over the strappy pink tank top she wore. It was hard to draw his eyes away from her pert nipples that were standing out against the fabric due to the cold.
God, I've missed those tits!
“A friend of ours had been in an accident when we lived in North Carolina. He had banged up his leg really bad, so the doctor gave him painkillers. After he had recovered, he began to act strange. He began to become paranoid towards everyone. He acted as if he were drunk, but we discovered he had become addicted to the meds.”
Eliza took a deep breath and sadly looked at Victor. “Victor and Greg were close friends, and Victor had said that if he ever got into the same situation as Greg, that we should do whatever we could to get him clean.”
The memory flashed in Victor's mind, sending pain shooting through his brain. He stumbled backwards until his legs hit the chair he had risen from just a moment ago. Todd rushed to his side.
“Easy, babe,” Todd insisted as he helped Victor sit. Eliza was now kneeling before Victor also, concern written on her face. Was it possible she still cared about him?
* * * *
The aroma of vanilla and lavender assailed his senses as he watched the man he loved struggle with his thoughts. Todd knew by the look on Victor's face that he remembered what Eliza had been telling them. With each memory his lover had, the fear of losing him grew.
Besides worrying about Victor, Todd was struggling with his growing attraction and desire for Eliza.
He had fallen head over heels in love with Victor from the minute he saw the man on his operating table. As he performed the difficult and tedious operations, Todd prayed the mysterious man would survive. As Victor's body recovered, the attraction between the two grew. Victor remained guarded though, telling Todd that he didn't understand how Todd could even look at his hideous face and body.
It had taken a lot to show the man his love went beyond the visual but had become an emotional and mental love is well.
Now, the beautiful woman beside him was getting to Todd also, the same way Victor had. Todd’s cock was straining against his slacks, demanding release, and Todd knew it was due to Victor and Eliza. Both of them were driving his libido wild and his mind to distraction.
The man in Todd wanted both people in his life, in his bed. The Dom in him questioned whether or not he could deal with Eliza as a dominant woman. Being in control was a huge part of who Todd was. Victor had given himself over to Todd, but Todd worried Victor would want Eliza to top him instead.
Mentally shaking his head, Todd continue to look at Victor. He could see the exact moment the man recalled the situation Eliza had laid out before him. Victor's eyes grew large as frown lines appeared in his forehead. He also grimaced a bit. “It wasn't just Greg that had me thinking about becoming addicted,” Victor said softly as he looked at Eliza. “It was my grandfather. He had migraines from his time in Vietnam. He got hooked on morphine and eventually OD'd when I was nine. It devastated my grandmother and mom and taught me a lesson about addiction. I knew I never wanted to be like that.”
Eliza placed her hand on Victor's left hand while Todd still had a hold of Victor's right bicep. The feel of Victor's muscles beneath Todd's fingers helped to groun
d the doctor a bit.
“Babe, we won't let you become your grandfather, or Greg. We love you and we want you to be happy. I'm sure Todd can monitor what you take, and make sure you don't take too much. I can help also if you wish.” The conviction in Eliza's voice was strong, and Todd knew how much she cared about his lover.
Confusion and love warred on Victor's face as Eliza’s spoke. Todd knew how Victor felt. Being around Eliza and watching the tidbits of memory skip through Victor was hard. Todd felt that with each memory the potential to lose Victor grew.
“I'd really like that,” Victor said as he looked between Todd and Eliza, then settled his gaze on Eliza. “You don't have to do that.”
A small gasp sounded from Eliza before she released Victor's hand and stood quickly. Todd watched her turn and step up to the railing and lean on it as she looked out into the distance.
He took in her gorgeous round ass incased in black leggings with mesh panels striped around her shapely legs. The pale pink tank top she wore came to the waistband of the pants, offering a great view of her entire body. However, her body was tense and tight.
Glancing at Victor, Todd could see guilt written on his face. Sadness consumed Todd. Victor had hurt Eliza inadvertently, and now Todd needed to fix it.
* * * *
“I came out to tell you guys I need to go to the office for a bit.” Eliza couldn't control the break in her voice as she spoke. She had to get out of here for a while since it was obvious Victor didn't want her help. Despite there never being a sexual connection between them again, she did still care deeply for him.
Turning towards the door that led into the dining room of the house, Eliza kept her face turned as if she was looking towards the garage, and then rushed inside. She didn't want Victor to see how much he had hurt her. He may not have meant to hurt her, but the words stung harshly.
“Eliza!” she heard Victor call out, but she ignored him as she rushed to the staircase.
She raised a fist to her mouth to keep from crying out as she made her way up to her room. There was no way the guys were going to hear her cry. After closing her bedroom door, she made her way into her large walk-in closet, slid the pocket door closed, and sat on the upholstered bench that sat in the middle of the area. It was here where she could dress and slip into her heels every day, but as she looked around at the racks of clothes and cubicles of shoes, everything wavered due to her tears.
Usually she found solace in this oddly shaped room. The clothes, whether for work, relaxation, or kink, were what defined her, the real her. She had worked hard to achieve her law degree and create her small law firm. And then she created the courses at the Tiger's Lair to teach people about the lifestyle and themselves.
Eliza knew she'd been hiding in plain sight since moving to Denver, but that was the only way she could cope with the loss that had been handed to her. When Victor and Todd showed up, she knew she had to shield her feelings so as not to let Victor see the love she still had for him.
The life Eliza had with Victor and Bobby had died that day long ago. Victor had lived and loved Todd a lot longer than he had loved Eliza, so it wasn't fair that she interfere with them despite the connection she had felt with Todd the previous day.
The feeling of being deserted had hung over Eliza like a sprig of mistletoe at Christmas for the longest time. Knowing now that Victor hadn't really left her willingly was a comfort, but she had lost him all the same. She could only wish the best for the two of them. Hopefully, they would leave soon so she could get on with her lonely life again, and they could get on with their life and love in peace.
“Eliza!” Todd shouted from what sounded like the staircase. Since she had placed him and Victor in the guest room downstairs, neither one had come upstairs. Thankfully the one room she wanted to keep them out of was locked and upstairs. “Eliza, please come down and talk to us!” The man sounded insistent.
Taking a deep breath, Eliza stood, grabbed a pair of black slacks and an ivory wool sweater, and then stripped down to her bra and panties. She donned the outfit she had chosen, checked it in the full-length mirror that leaned against one wall. The sky lights in the ceiling provide great lighting, letting her see the haunted look in her eyes along with a sadness that hadn’t been there before. At least not for a long time.
She shook her head to get rid of her thoughts and then slipped into a pair of heeled boots. Moving into the bathroom, she quickly applied some makeup, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and then made her way downstairs.
Unfortunately, the two men were waiting for her on the bench next to the window next to the front door and against the staircase. They both stood when she hit the bottom step. Her eyes rolled mentally as she stepped over to the closet to grab a coat and her briefcase.
“Eliza, I…” Victor began. He cleared his throat, and Eliza saw Todd elbow the man and nod his head. Victor cleared his throat again. “I— I had no intention of hurting your feelings. I only meant that you're a busy woman now, and I obviously hurt you back then, so if you don't want to, you don't have to be concerned about me, or try to help me. I majorly appreciate you, and I want us to be friends…” He shrugged and looked down at the floor nervously. “I want us to be more than friends, if you…”
His voice trailed off is Eliza turn to look at him, her jaw dropping in disbelief. A spark of hope lit in her lonely heart, but was it something that could become a roaring blaze?
Chapter Eight
Victor waited with bated breath to hear what Eliza was going to say in regard to his comment. He wanted, no, he needed to be a part of a threesome. What he had experienced with Bobby and Eliza and had convinced Victor that he needed two people to love, and two people to take care of.
The pain in his head was so sudden that Victor quickly brought a hand to the side of his head as he groaned.
“Are you okay, babe?” Eliza and Todd asked in unison. Eliza stepped towards Victor and Todd before she sank to her knees before them.
Glancing between his current lover and his former lover who he wanted to be current, Victor saw their concern.
“I'm good,” he said, trying to sound convincing. He wasn't sure he had since both of them kept watching him. “I mean it. I just had a memory.”
Todd closed his hand around Victor’s wrist that was near his head and pulled Victor's hand down to his lap. Eliza placed her hand on Victor's knee which sent zings of desire up his thigh to his dick. A gasp escaped him as he looked down at Eliza.
She had aged over the years Victor had been separated from her. There were fine lines near the corners of her eyes and a line that crossed her forehead. However, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
“He needs his cock sucked, baby girl,” Todd said, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “Suck it for him.”
Victor wanted to look at Todd to see what crazy thought the man had, but he couldn't take his eyes off Eliza to see what she was planning to do.
Her eyes darkened to a cerulean blue, something he knew happened when she was aroused or angry. God, he hoped it was the former. She licked her lips as she raised her hand up his thighs and then placed them there. He could feel them trembling, and he heard a rush of breath leave her mouth as if she had been holding it.
His cock was so full of blood, Victor felt as if it was going to explode if it got any fuller. His zipper was digging into the poor appendage since he'd gone commando. He wanted to shift a bit to get some relief, but he was fearful that it would stop whatever Eliza was going to do.
His own breath caught in his throat as she slid her hands up his thighs to his fly and deftly undid the button and then the zipper. As his cock sprang free, the proverbial egg shells they had been stepping on where brushed away in an instant.
Eliza licked her lips again before she glanced up at him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before she glanced at Todd. Victor couldn't look away from the woman who held a part of his heart for so long even when he didn't remember
. A small smile touched her lips as she leaned forward and licked the drop of precum that had beaded on the top of his cock. He couldn't stop the hiss that escaped him while a moan sounded from Eliza before she opened her mouth and then closed it around the mushroom head and let her tongue circle it several times.
The softness and daintiness of her lips was a contrast from Todd's thinner yet lethal ones. He felt her hand wrap around his hard cock at the base, and he realized he had closed his eyes. Snapping them open, he saw a sight he couldn't believe he had forgotten. Her platinum-blonde head was poised over his lap. God, he had missed her.
Her body shifted against his legs, and she rose up on her knees right before she sucked his throbbing cock to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around it, Victor grabbed the back of her head with one hand and gripped Todd's thigh with the other. Todd's hand covered his, which Victor took as a show of love and support.
Victor's eyes rolled back in his head as Eliza swallowed around him again before she pulled back, stopping when her lips were just below the head. He felt the tip of her tongue flick the tender V several times before she slid her mouth back down. Her free hand moved to pull his balls free, causing him to raise his ass a bit so she could dig them out. When she did, and she closed her hand around them, she squeezed, drawing another groan from him.
“You can suck him off, baby girl,” Victor vaguely heard Todd order through the blood that was pounding in his ears. “But don't swallow. I want to share it with you.”
Eliza paused, sending a thought of panic through Victor. She had been playing Domme for so long. Would she accept dominance from Todd? She must have decided, for she began to move her luscious mouth up and down Victor's dick. It felt as if all his blood was in his cock now as she sucked hard. Her soft feminine hands were like a vice on each of his bits, her right one pumping him when she drew back up. Occasionally, her teeth would graze him, drawing a hiss from him, but it was a sensation he liked.