by Nia Farrell
“Clothes off,” he rumbled. “Including the necklace, Luc.”
Luc took off her collar first, then unfastened her cuffs, caught her hem, and slipped her dress over her head. She was braless, her small, pale mounds tipped in pink. Draping her dress over his forearm, he caught the sides of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her clean-shaven mound. He had her step, one foot at a time, to slip off her sandals and underwear.
When Luc had put them in the closet as instructed, he returned to Aubrey’s side and assumed a standing submissive pose.
“Beautiful,” Josef murmured. “And obedient. Luc deserves a reward. I believe he requested the St. Andrew’s cross and a flogger. Spätzchen, you cannot see the pleasure it brings, but you will be able to feel it if I bind you to the cross first, facing it, then cuff Luc to it, blanketing your back. You will know every shift in his breath, every twitch of his cock, know the exact point when the pain is transmuted to pleasure. You’ll feel when he arches to meet me, and hear every moan of ecstasy that escapes his lips. Come, little sparrow. Let’s get you on the cross.”
The leather cuffs were too large for her wrists, but Josef chose to use them anyway. Having the ability to pull free of them would make Aubrey feel safer, more in control, than if he bound her with rope. He fastened her ankles first, then her wrists, stroking her back and kissing her shoulder before turning his attention to Luc.
Luc was part black, part white, and part Native American. The milk chocolate of his skin against Aubrey’s pale flesh was beautiful to behold, and the silver nipple rings he wore were too tempting to resist. After securing Luc’s feet outside Aubrey’s and his arms above her, Josef nuzzled his back and reached around to pinch and play with his nipples.
Tearing himself away, he shrugged off his jacket, removed his cufflinks, and took off his shirt, shoes, and socks. Barefoot, dressed in his slacks that he’d worn with his favorite belt, he selected a pair of floggers like the one he’d used on Henry.
When his partners left, their toys went, too. Next-day shipping had assured that Luc and Aubrey would be well taken care of.
Josef started out slowly, working his way up in intensity, eventually settling into a pattern of two-handed figure eights. The brown flesh pinked. Endorphins released, and pain morphed into pleasure. Luc arched to meet the blows. Clinging to her restraints, Audrey pressed her backside against him, rubbing his erection, practically begging to ride it.
Tossing the floggers aside, Josef thrust his hand between her legs to feel just how wet she was. “Would you like to have his schlong inside this?” he murmured. Parting her lips, he pushed one finger into her and learned just how tight she was. He undid Luc’s ankles, took hold of his erection, and helped him find her opening, watching in rapt fascination as it disappeared, inch by glorious inch.
Being bound together was a powerful aphrodisiac. Luc worked as much of his length inside her as he could, then started to pump, gradually lengthening his strokes, the perfect round globes of his ass bunching and flexing as he fucked her.
Josef kicked off his pants, rolled on a condom, grabbed the lubricant, and coated his length. Slickening Luc’s crack, he worked the lube inside him with one, then two, then three fingers. And then it was his cock, sinking in past the rings of muscle, until he’d buried his length inside him. He let Luc use him, thrusting into Aubrey, shoving back on him. Luc’s movements deepened. His rhythm shifted, taking on a keen desperation.
Aubrey’s breath hissed between clenched teeth when Luc started pounding into her. Her panting harshened, crescendoing as he drove her towards her climax. The energy built, measure by measure, until it burst like the crash of cymbals, and she cried out with the force of her orgasm.
Luc was close behind. Two short strokes, and his rhythm broke. Pulling free, he grunted and ground his erection against her. Cum jetted from his crown and festooned her back. Hearing their pleasure, Josef found his own, gripping Luc’s hips and tunneling deep, filling the end of his condom.
When he’d emptied himself, he grasped the latex base and pulled free. Disposing of the used rubber in the room’s en-suite, he returned with warm, wet washcloths and towels. He freed Luc’s wrists, saw that he could manage cleaning himself, and unfastened Aubrey’s ankles and wrists. She started to buckle. Josef caught her in his arms. He had Luc clean her back while he held her, then carried her to the bed and laid her in the center of it.
Luc followed close behind.
Normally Josef would give Luc aftercare, applying arnica cream to minimize the bruising and promote healing, but Aubrey needed him more. He had Luc lie on her left side. He sat on her right. Her respiration was shallow but even. He thought her pulse fluttered, but he kept his fingers on her wrist and was relieved when her heartbeat remained steady.
Josef fetched a blanket and spread it over Aubrey and Luc, making certain that they kept warm. Bottles of water and pieces of chocolate came next. He helped both of them drink, then unwrapped two squares and slipped one inside each of their mouths. More than anything, the chocolate seemed to bring Aubrey around.
She swallowed and smiled tiredly at him. “What happened?” she rasped. “After Luc, Sir, came on my back, I—I don’t know….”
“You were overwhelmed,” Josef told her, smoothing her wild, blonde mane back from her face. “Your color is returning. Your vitals are good. I want you to rest in Luc’s arms while I tend to his back, ja?”
Josef spent the next fifteen minutes applying cream to Luc’s back and working tension from his muscles. Only when Luc assured him that he was okay did he join them in bed.
They had switched to a sheet when the summer-weight blanket grew too warm. Aubrey lay in the middle under it, with Luc to her left. When Josef slid beneath the sheet to lie on her right side, Aubrey visibly tensed.
He traced the lines in her forehead and smoothed back her hair. “Relax, little sparrow,” he crooned. “Your needs and Luc’s come before mine. Right now, you both need rest. We have time,” he told her.”
Two weeks, until filming was done. After that, it would be up to the three of them to decide where they would go from here.
Chapter Eleven
It took two days for the test results to come back that medically cleared them for play. Given their histories and the precautions that Luc used, Josef was fairly certain that they would pass with flying colors, and they did.
The psychological evaluation went swiftly for Luc. Aubrey’s took longer. Still harboring emotions attached to her rape, she would shy away from Josef’s touch whenever they first got into bed. She had to be wooed, coaxed, shown that he could be trusted before she allowed him any liberties with her body. He had yet to make her climax, and they still hadn’t had sex, but little by little, she was growing more comfortable with him.
Meanwhile, Luc was taking care of his needs.
Filming had begun. Hair and makeup came first, followed by breakfast, served by the caterer half an hour before call time, usually at 6 am. Once shooting got underway, they expected to be there at late as 8 pm.
Anytime Aubrey was required on the set to play young Mozart, Josef was there, too, playing Mozart’s father Leopold—although his feelings for Aubrey were far from paternal. The merest whisper of adagio in her ear was enough to make her squirm on the piano bench.
Today had been particularly trying, a concert scene that required take after take, with the producer-stars of the film wanting more shots from multiple angles. Josef wanted nothing more than to share a late dinner, then perhaps a swim, a shower, or a bath with Luc and Aubrey, and see where things went from there. Something was still preventing her from fully opening up to him, but thus far he had been unable to discover what it was.
His little sparrow was exhausted, to the point of nearly falling asleep at the table. They showered together and tucked Aubrey into bed between them, making no demands upon her. Josef watched her sleep until his eyes drifted shut. He woke up around three in the morning. Rather than disturb their slumber, he slipp
ed out of bed, padded downstairs to the living room, turned on the fireplace, and sat in his favorite chair, watching the flames, feeling insufficient and pondering the future.
He must have dozed. He came awake when Aubrey knelt by his feet, hugged his calf, and laid her head against his thigh. He said nothing, just threaded his fingers through her hair that never seemed to behave.
“Talk to me,” he said. “What have I done? What can I do? I want you to be happy, Liebchen. It hurts to see you so.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m trying. But…I can’t quiet the voices, that say we’re wrong, that three is bad…that Luc needs you more than me…that I can’t give you what you want, what you need. I’ll never have children,” she told him, her voice fracturing. “I won’t risk passing my blindness on. And every time I think about the future, what you and Luc might want…eventually….”
“Ach, Spätzchen! Come here.” Reaching down, he dried her tears and pulled her onto his lap. The T-shirt she wore rode up, revealing a pale, white flank and the naked curve of her hip. “I cannot speak for Luc,” he told her, absently rubbing her bottom, “but I have no children. I have never planned for children. If one came, of course, I would do my best to be the father that I wished mine had been, but until then, I am content with my work, a clean house to come home to, and two special people who I hope might wish to share it with me. Everything else will follow, ja?”
He didn’t know at what point things shifted. The change was so gradual, it took him unawares. Aubrey shifted her hips, restive. The hand that she’d held to his heart moved to one side, until her palm pressed, then rubbed against his nipple. Cupping her cheek, he lifted her face and searched her eyes, wishing he knew what was behind them.
She wrapped her slim arms around his neck. His little sparrow kissed him, softly, shyly. He slid his hand down to her throat and felt her swallow. His fingers tightened, possessive, claiming her as his.
Aubrey parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, welcoming his first foray. Where it was the two of them, alone, not sharing a bed with Luc, he could literally feel her lowering her defenses and welcoming him more. He kissed her deeply, passionately. Sliding his hand from her throat down the front of her shirt to one small breast, he molded it with his hand, then caught the cloth-covered tip between his fingers. He rolled it, pinched it, pulled and twisted it, making her whimper with need.
Grasping the back of his chair, she pulled herself up and straddled him, sliding down against his erection until she was seated in his lap, pressed against its base, grinding against his shaft. They kissed hungrily. Her desperation grew. He bent his head and fastened his mouth over her nipple at the same time he found her clit and caught it between two fingers. Suckling her, stroking her, he felt her stiffen, then push hard against him, breath sloughing between her teeth as she climaxed, wetting him with her juices.
Josef recognized it for the breakthrough moment that it was. He had finally made her come, something that he hadn’t managed to do when they were with Luc. It was a step. A very important step. Just one of many they must take, if they were to mesh completely as a threesome.
Chapter Twelve
She would have done more, if he had allowed it.
Aubrey had climaxed, but Josef was still hard when he insisted that they talk about what just happened, what had changed for her, and where she wanted to go from here. Eventually, they returned to bed. He willed his body to quiet and ordered his little sparrow to rest, secure in the knowledge that she was equally important, equally adored, wanted by two men who happened to want each other. No right. No wrong. No judgment. No condemnation.
Realizing that she had let the voices of her parents become the voice of her conscience was another crucial step in the right direction. The recognition would allow her to make a concerted effort to take back her power, and let her claim her right to live her life as she chose.
She was able to kiss him good morning without hesitation, or looking at Luc for his approval. She was more relaxed on their early morning drive to work, and engaged and teased them equally. On the set, when they were in costume and he bent to whisper in her ear, her whole body thrummed with the promise of things to come.
The shooting schedule ran late today. Josef arranged for dinner to be delivered to Replay, wanting them all to have healthier fare than the pizza that craft services planned to order. Samael saw that everything was set up in Luc and Aubrey’s suite and had their meal ready when they were given half an hour to eat.
The shoot was taking a toll on Aubrey. As movies go, the lighting had been kind to her. The cinematographer was a fan of Kubrick and was filming the scenes by candlelight and softened electric light that closely emulated it. The still photographs taken for continuity also used existing light—unlike the old days, when flashes would have caused bursts of light that were painful to someone with Stargardt disease. But reflector boards and three-way lighting—albeit softened with silk—were required for her close-ups, and Aubrey had been sitting long hours at the piano. After playing the same piece over and over again, her hands, arms, and back were complaining, loudly.
Although analgesics helped, her body still ached. All she wanted to do was lie down and rest. But the day’s shoot wasn’t done. Everything else must wait.
They stayed at Replay that night, just to have more sleep than if they’d driven home. Luc put in a wakeup call for 4:30 AM. Both men set the alarms on their phones as well. They tucked their little sparrow in bed between them and kissed her good night, respecting her need to rest and rejuvenate.
The next day was more of the same. Aubrey and Josef spent much of it waiting. The attention focused on the actor and actress portraying Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette. Cade Madden and Ashley Slade were Hollywood’s latest darlings to be paired on screen and off. This film was their first as producers.
Most of the talent and some of the production staff had rooms on sight. The local hotels were filled with crew members and extras. The stars stayed in a house that they had rented, with a gated entrance and a privacy wall to protect them from the paparazzi. Cade and Ashley were chauffeured back and forth in a blacked-out, bullet-proofed black Escalade driven by Replay’s head of security Marcus Vos.
When Josef took Luc and Aubrey back to his home that night, he gave Aubrey the choice of a soak in the hot tub by the pool or a shared bath in his bedroom’s en-suite. She chose to stay inside. The two men washed her in tandem. Josef sat behind her. Luc faced her front, shaving her armpits, her legs, and her pussy. Luc noticed that her nails needed trimmed—a service that Michelle typically performed for her. When they finished their bath, Josef led Aubrey to their bed and had her sit between his legs. He leaned against the headboard. She rested on him, with her head tucked under his chin and her back pressed to his chest.
Luc brought what he needed to clean and trim her nails, hands first, then feet. While he performed her manicure and pedicure, Josef worked the tension from her muscles, focusing on her neck and shoulders. They were all still nude from their bath, and his body naturally responded. Feeling his arousal, she did nothing to dissuade.
Josef waited until Luc was done trimming Aubrey’s nails to kiss the side of her neck.
Luc heard her swift intake of breath. Setting his tools and trimmings underneath the edge of the bed, he took her foot and kissed the instep, his thumbs rubbing erotic circles on her ankle.
Aubrey bit back a moan.
Josef slid his hands to her front and claimed her breasts, squeezing, kneading, molding them, catching her erect nipples and rolling them between his fingers, pulling, pinching, twisting as she arched into his hands. Luc sucked on her toes, one at a time, then urged her legs apart, crawled onto the bed, and kissed his way up her body. He stopped with his forearms bracketing her hips and his mouth mere inches above her groin, waiting for their Dominant’s permission.
“Taste her,” Josef said. “I want you to make her come.”
Luc put her knees ov
er his shoulders, parted her folds with his fingers, and tongued her slit, fucking her with his tongue while he pressed against her clitoris. Sliding one hand beneath her, he added a finger to the mix and teased her clit with his tongue, flicking, swirling, making her buck and writhe beneath him. He added a second finger and curled them, finding the spot that made her jerk and gasp, trembling on the brink of release. He sucked her clit into his mouth and gave it to her, lapping at her juices while the waves still rolled.
“Condoms,” Josef told him. Aubrey shivered, knowing what that meant. Her ass was about to get filled…but by whom….?
“Hands and knees, little sparrow. I’ve waited long enough. I want your mouth on me.”
This time, there was no hesitation. Kneeling with her hands at Josef’s hips and her knees straddling his, she lowered herself onto her left forearm, found his cock with her right hand, and took him in her mouth.
“Ja,” he grated, enjoying the sight of her giving him head, her pink lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him. He wasn’t as large as Luc—only eight inches to Luc’s ten—but she was still learning to control her gag reflex and had to work to take in most of his length.
“Luc, I want you to fuck her pussy. Liebchen, watch your teeth when he starts to move. If I feel them, I will have to punish you.”
She was wet, but Luc lubed his length to ease his way, inch by inch, until he was mostly inside her. She was so tight, so very tight. Pure, carnal lust shaped his features, nostrils flaring, eyes hooded, jaw clenched, breath sloughing between his teeth.
He started to move, slowly, carefully, grasping her hips and pulling her back to meet him. She moaned at the feel of Luc, possessing her. Her sound vibrated around Josef’s length. He groaned at the sensation, offering words of praise to his very good girl.
“Now we change, Spätzchen. Luc, I want you to lie here. Little sparrow, you will climb on top of Luc, Sir, take his length inside you, and ride him like a horse that needs to be broken. No coming without permission, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”