by Stella Brie
Wrapping my hand around his neck, I bring it down and whisper in his ear, “I need you.” Placing a soft kiss on his neck, I step back and wait.
Lowell doesn’t disappoint. A brief conversation with the waiter to put the charges on his member account, and we’re out the door and in the vehicle fifteen minutes later.
I shiver, but not from cold. Anticipation, need, and a tiny bit of nervousness rack me. Tonight, Lowell’s control is only a thin veneer instead of his usual iron mask. Suddenly he’s a tiger, released from the zoo into the wild, boredom and apathy replaced with purpose and hunger.
One minute we’re in his vehicle, and the next we’re in his room. Dropping the duffle, he backs me into the door and gives me a kiss unlike any before. Where cool and controlled existed before, raw, unhindered passion now replaces it. My desire rips out of me, and my need to be consumed by this man explodes. I kiss him back with all the feelings I have for him, and all he is. Tasting him, sucking on his tongue, I show him I want it all.
Groaning, Lowell breaks away and looks down at my face, trailing a finger over my puffy lips, down my neck to the vee in the halter, and down to the tip of the flirty skirt. His finger dips into my underwear and strokes me. Time halts as he stares at me, emotions flitting across his face, before he abruptly turns toward the room.
Confused, I watch him. He glances around the room before striding over to the chair. Picking up a chair by the couch, he carries it over to the other wall and places it sideways in front of a full-length mirror. Motioning me over to the chair, he turns my body until it’s facing the seat.
His voice is strained with need as he directs me into position. “Put your knees on the seat, and face the back of the chair.”
Turning my back to him, I follow his command.
His hands settle on my mostly bare shoulders. Long fingers caress my neck, circling it for a second, as if they’re a chain binding me to him. He’s breathing heavily, his control thin. Sliding his hands down to mine, he picks them up.
“Bend over.”
Placing them on the back of the chair, he waits until my hands settle. For a brief second, I can feel his hard cock nestled against me before he steps back.
Noticing movement to the side, I glance over to the mirror and watch as Lowell pushes my dress to my waist and folds to his knees behind me. Running his hands up the sides of my legs, he tugs off my red lace thong and places it in his pocket.
“Spread your legs wider.” His breath is a whisper against my clit as he gives me further instruction. “That’s it, my dear.” Groaning, his hands grip the back of my thighs. “The taste of you has been on my mind and my tongue for weeks. I crave you like an addict. Images of you on the island transpose into images of you on my bed, on my desk, on the hood of my SUV, floating in the pool. My tongue is always ready to lick and suck your clit. Finally, I can indulge myself again.”
Watching him in the mirror, I see his mouth dip between my legs. My body jolts as he tongues my clit, not expecting the reflection to be me. In my head, I’m watching a sexy blonde woman, in a scrap of a black dress, and a tall, devilishly dark man pleasuring her on his knees. It’s voyeuristic and captivating. The man’s head moving, his hands gripping her thighs, causing the woman to arch her back and spread her legs to allow deeper access.
My senses are overloaded with the combination of sight and touch. The two distinct but the same. Moaning, I grip the chair, and my eyes flutter shut as I try to hold on to some semblance of control.
He stops. I moan with disappointment. “Open your eyes, and watch me take you over the edge.”
Turning my head, my eyes meet his in the mirror. Satisfaction gleams as he takes in the glaze on my face before returning his focus and tongue to my clit. Stroking it quickly and firmly, I’m soon racing towards the edge.
Seeing my body flush with desire and feeling my body reach the pinnacle, I fall. My senses explode, along with my body.
“Lowell!” I cry out as fire races outwards heating my body, causing ripples of desire to permeate every inch of my skin.
My heart pounding, I stay in position as I catch my breath for the next round. While the orgasm was powerful, my greedy body wants to feel him inside me. My eyes move from our bodies to his face, which is flushed with tightly held passion. Fine tremors roll over him as he waits for me to give him the words. Need shines darkly on his face.
“Lowell, I need you inside me. I want to watch us in the mirror. I want to see and feel your long cock filling me up inch by inch. I want to see you fucking me slow, then hard and fast, burning us both up from the inside. Make me come wrapped around you.”
His eyes are transfixed by the image of me, of us, in the mirror. But his hands are busy now, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, my words a trigger. While I watch our bodies, he watches my face. Taking his cock in hand, he strokes it a few times before rolling on a condom.
Inhaling, I hold my breath as I feel the tip brush against me before he slides in his cock inch by inch. Panting, I moan; it’s so slow, I want to scream. But in the mirror, it’s too quick. My eyes burn to see a replay of his cock sliding into me over and over.
Finally, he’s seated all the way into the hilt. Smiling darkly, he grips my hips and rotates his cock so I can feel every inch of him. Moaning low at the sensation, I push back onto him. He pulls out, and I see how wet his cock is in the mirror. Driving back into me inch by inch, it’s torture and satisfaction simultaneously as he does it again. And again.
The pace picks up. His cock becomes a blur in the mirror. All I see is his body moving back and forth like a piston. All I feel is his powerful cock fucking me hard and fast. It’s the last thing I remember noticing as I become a mass of feelings. My orgasm is close. Squeezing him tightly, I hear him moan deeply.
“Lowell, please.” The need in my voice tips him over the edge. His pace is furious now in his quest to send us over.
Roaring, he thrusts deeply, and we both come, drowning in the sensation of each other and the moment. I can feel him pulsing in me. Squeezing him tightly, I hold him, knowing he can feel the tremors in my body.
Breathing heavily, I rest my head on my hands. His head drops to my back. We stay like that for a few moments as we catch our breath. His hands skim my body in a calming motion until it eases. Rising, he grasps the condom and slides out. My sensitive body whimpers as he leaves me.
A few minutes later, I hear the shower turn on and stand up to slide out of my dress. Walking over to the bathroom, I watch as he removes his clothes. I love looking at him. Lowell is tall and lean, but muscular. Similar to a basketball player’s physique.
Slipping into the shower, my eyes lift to his. His green eyes are bright and a bit startling without his no-nonsense black-framed glasses. He looks younger, and happier, and very relaxed, based on the smile he gives me.
“I know I can be closed off, but I want you to have no doubts about my feelings. These last few months have been the happiest of my life. Because of you. Beyond intriguing, you inspire me with your mind and your generous heart.” His hand traces my face.
My breath stalls as I stare at him. “I...”
His thumb stops on my lips. “You’re beautiful, my dear, and I’m falling in love with you. Tonight means everything to me.”
“Oh, Lowell. I’m already in love with you. And I see you. All of you, not just what you choose to show me.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I bring his head down to meet mine. There, under the spray, I kiss him with every ounce of feeling in my body. I want this man to know, to have no doubts I love him. Drawing back, I watch as a smile crawls across his face.
We leisurely wash each other off before getting out. Shutting off the shower, he grabs a towel and dries me off before doing the same to himself.
Walking out of the bathroom, I’m not quite sure what to do now. I walk over to my duffle bag to grab my nightgown when he stops me.
“I have something I’d like you to wear tonight,” he says, his voice h
usky.
He prowls over to the bed, where I see something gold glinting on it. Picking it up, it looks like a series of chains linked together. Is it a necklace?
Standing still, I let him put it on me. He clasps one link around my neck. Attaching a second chain, he lets that one drop straight down my body. A third chain with nipple clamps that look exactly like the ones he used on me at my house hooks onto the second chain and loops over to each nipple. Reaching down, he sucks each nipple to a peak before lightly clamping them. He doesn’t tighten them, so there’s no sting of pain; just a tugging sensation.
Continuing, along the center chain, he hooks on an additional chain that wraps around my waist. From this chain, he hangs a final long chain with two gold balls attached.
“What are those?” I question him, my voice a mere whisper as I look at the golden balls gleaming in the soft light.
“Ben Wa balls. I’m going to insert them into you, OK?”
After I agree, he strokes me a few times to make sure I’m still wet and carefully inserts them. Sucking in a breath, I’m startled by their coldness, but that goes away in a second. Then I feel nothing. They don’t vibrate. I’m not sure what they are supposed to do.
Wanting to see the chains on my body, I stroll over to the mirror. Midway, I halt as the balls knock together inside me, causing tiny vibrations. Standing still, they filled me, but not much else. However, walking, moving, is a different story. Already sensitive from earlier, I feel my arousal go from a low, satisfied hum of one to a five, in a matter of seconds.
This should be fun.
Biting my lip, I continue on to the mirror. My body glitters with chains. Part of me feels owned by Lowell, and part of me feels the powerful woman in the mirror owns the man behind her. Her body dressed in gold, each asset highlighted, powerful and desired. That’s her. That’s me.
Feeling a featherlight touch against my ass, I turn my back to the mirror and notice a small chain hanging down from the one around my waist, swinging against my ass.
Lowell’s hand reaches down and pulls the chain between the crack of my ass. Running his fingers lightly down the chain, he caresses each cheek. “We can add a plug to this in the future.” He watches as my eyes widen at his words. Apparently, this is a gift that can keep on giving.
Taking my shoulders, he leans my back against his front, facing the mirror. His right hand reaches up and wraps around the chain on my neck in a clear mark of dominance. His left land plays with the chains, pulling and tugging on them, causing sensations to break out all over my body.
Looking up, I see his eyes glittering but very little of the emotion showing anywhere else, a direct contrast to what he’d exposed earlier. This is the Lowell I know so well, emotions contained. He’s retreated into his zone. Or so he thinks. I raise my eyebrow at him.
Reaching to the chain at my back, I wrap it around his cock. “Hmmm, we should get you a little jewelry next time. Maybe a cock ring made of gold? Or a chain with a butt plug, too?”
His cock twitches, and he throws back his head, laughing loudly. Pulling up my chin, he kisses me softly but thoroughly before wrapping me up in a robe. He quickly pulls on a T-shirt and black boxers.
“I thought the plan was to keep me naked and wrapped in chains and loops all night?” I tease him as I pull on the robe.
“Wrapped in chains, yes. Naked, up to you. I thought we’d go downstairs and get a piece of Lev’s sinfully delicious chocolate cake and a glass of wine. You don’t have to wear the robe. Neither Lev nor Shaw would mind.” His voice is smug as he smirks at me.
My mind drifts as I think about being with more than one of them. I’ve never experimented with multiple partners in bed. Then again, I’ve never dated multiple people at once either. Who would I want, though? Mixing Lowell and Lev doesn’t feel right. Lev is passion, sunshine, and exuberance. Shaw?
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shrug on the robe but belt it loosely so it shows off the fine gold jewelry wrapped around my body and walk out the door. Lowell follows, with his hand caressing the small of my back through the silk.
By the time we make it downstairs, I can barely focus on anything Lowell is saying. Those damn Ben Wa balls are knocking together, and it’s all I can do to put one foot in front of the other. After an interminably long time, we make it to the kitchen.
CHAPTER 31
KATE
Shaw and Lev are sitting in the kitchen when we walk into the room. Eyebrows go up as they see my short silk robe and golden chains.
Shaw greets me before exchanging silent words with Lowell. “Hello, Angel. I’ve missed you this week.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Shaw.” My voice is throaty as I think about our last date.
Lev finally tears away his eyes and clears his throat. “Hello, sweetheart. You two are home early. How did the salsa dancing go?”
Smirking, Lowell responds, “I’d say it went very well. Vigorous and very stimulating. Right, my dear?”
Lev chokes on his wine as I shake my head in agreement and give a smile loaded with pure satisfaction. Both Lev and Shaw groan.
“I’m starving. Lev, I hear you’ve been holding out on me?”
Confused, he looks at Lowell, who explains, “I told her about your chocolate cake. We came down to get a piece, and a glass of wine.”
Lev jumps up and brings over a cake platter. Inside is a beautiful, dark, three-tier chocolate cake smothered in rich, chocolate icing, with strawberries on top. It’s beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the three men surrounding me. Slicing a piece, he hands me and Lowell two forks. He then grabs the bottle behind him and pours us each a glass of wine.
Taking a bite, I moan.
Fuck me. This is the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten, and since it’s one of my top three favorite desserts, I’ve got plenty of comparisons.
“This is so fucking good. If I didn’t love you before, I do now. Want to move in with me?” I laugh as I look up at Lev.
His face is serious as he stares at me with something that looks like love in his eyes. He then laughs and jokingly responds, “When you can love me for me, and not my food, then we’ll talk about love and moving in together.” He glances at Shaw and Lowell, as if to gauge their reaction.
Conscious of the hidden meaning, I am serious when I reply, “The time to have that discussion is coming soon, I believe.” Straightening up, I fold my arms across my chest. “Now, for the serious question of the night, do you have any ice cream to go with this masterpiece?”
He winks and walks over to the freezer to get some ice cream.
Glancing up at Lowell, his head is cocked as he listens to me and Lev banter about love and moving in together. Intense thoughts shadow his face before he leans down and captures me in a passionate kiss. The flavors from the rich, dark chocolate of the cake and robust wine heighten an already sensual experience. Breaking the kiss, I stare up at him with a question in my eyes. He only strokes a finger down my face before picking up his fork.
Shaw, ever the observer, notices my flinch when I move back into my seat after the kiss. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Blushing, I reassure him, “I’m very good. Not hurt.”
Lowell, for some reason, feels the need to explain. “She’s not hurt.” Looking at me for permission, he continues once I shrug. “She’s aroused. I inserted Ben Wa balls, and she’s feeling their effects.” He takes a sip of wine and smirks at me.
Stunned silence greets the kitchen at Lowell’s announcement.
“Fuck, I can’t take anymore. I’m out of here. Going to take a shower.” Lev walks around the island and peeks into my robe before giving me a kiss goodnight. “A long shower.” He glares at Lowell before stalking out.
Lowell chuckles softly.
Raising my head, I meet Shaw’s burning gaze. My face feels like it’s on fire now. Embarrassed, I turn back to Lowell and catch him having a silent conversation with Shaw before he looks down and asks me, “What would you say to having Shaw
join us tonight?”
Shocked, I look at him. “What? Together? But it’s your night.”
Lowell notices I didn’t immediately say no. “Is that your only concern? If so, I’ve already had an incredible night with you. I plan to have many, many more nights with you, my dear. As long as you’re happy and pleasured, why would I mind?”
Well...OK. A warm feeling crosses my chest as I think about those many nights. I wouldn’t really have pegged Lowell as the sharing type. Images of them both flow through my mind. My nipples tighten and body shifts as I see us all together.
Looking at Shaw, I see his frown. “If this makes you uncomfortable, we can wait, Angel. Like Lowell said, we will have plenty of nights.”
“Shaw, we haven’t really progressed to that point yet in our relationship. I’m torn between what I should do and what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?” His brown eyes darken as he watches the conflict on my face.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Coming to a decision, I decide to go for it. “If Lowell doesn’t mind...” I look up at Lowell and see his smile. “Then I want you both tonight.”
A smile blooms on Shaw’s face. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a quick shower while you two finish your cake and wine. I’ll meet you in Shaw’s room.” Striding over, he grabs my head in his hands and crushes me with a deep kiss. Moaning, I clutch at his broad shoulders.
Yes, I want this man.
He breaks off the kiss and walks out of the room. When I turn back to Lowell, he is holding up one of my strawberries. Opening my mouth, he teases me with it before finally feeding me.