by Rayna Stone
James didn’t even notice when Ryan had moved, but there he was, plastered to Alexa’s back. James smoothed her curls away from her face and kissed the tear from her cheek. He had to have it, had to know it was real. “Angel, we told you we aren’t going to leave you.” He pulled her face away so she was forced to look him in the eye. “Now I’m going to tell you, after hearing that, I can assure you, I won’t let you leave us. We will figure out our problems, but we do it together. When you’re stressed or worried, you come to us, but we are together and we’re going to stay that way. We’re not giving you up. If we have to fight for you, or chase you, or lock you down, bring your best, baby. You wanted roots, Lex, but I plan on making sure you’re in a web instead. You can look it up, honey. They’re really quite beautiful. And mine’s going to be so tight you won’t ever get out.”
Ryan leaned that smidge closer James didn’t think was possible and whispered in her ear, “Get showered, baby, it’s time to play.”
James smiled as Alexa’s mouth just dropped opened and she shivered. Then she slowly closed her mouth, cleared her throat a bit too primly, and tried to saunter to the bathroom. Not hiding at all that she was shaking in her shoes. Nice. And yup, cute as hell.
Chapter Twenty-One
With renewed resolve, Alexa took a fortifying breath and headed out of the bathroom toward Ryan. “Lead the way, Sir.” Ryan cupped her elbow and escorted her to the master bedroom. Despite the beauty of this room with its soothing tones and lush furniture, she couldn’t see anything but James. He was sitting on the bed in identical leather pants like a sultan waiting to appraise whatever gift was placed before him. That would be me.
His arms were crossed over his chest, emphasizing the bulge at his biceps and the strength of his pecs. His smooth skin looked vacuum sealed to the hard muscles of his abs. How in the world did men actually get those muscles? She could do crunches until God himself called her home and she didn’t think she’d ever see one of her abdominal muscles. It really wasn’t fair.
James sat up a little straighter and looked her right in the eye. “Strip, angel.” And there it was. That fluttery feeling she got whenever James went all commanding on her. She could not believe that she actually liked being told what to do so much. Every cell in her body had perked up and taken notice. As gracefully as possible, Alexa flicked off the straps to the dainty nightie she donned after her shower. She let the straps fall to the side and gravity pulled the rest from her body. She hadn’t bothered with panties. She wanted to feel a little naughty for them since they were taking this experience to a new level and had made telling them about Brian so easy. What the fuck is a web? I certainly am looking that shit up ASAP. She wanted them to know they were the only ones she wanted. She’d tell the world if she could.
If the flare in James’s eyes and the intake of breath she heard from Ryan were any indication, she’d made the right decision. James patted his thighs and held out his hand. His eyes gleamed a bit in the low lamplight. “Come here, angel. I want you to drape yourself over my legs.”
A spanking. That’s what this was going to be. Well, spanking did seem to be pretty universal in the whole BDSM world if the websites were anything to go by, so she shouldn’t be surprised. The only problem was, she kind of thought the spanking theme was a bit funny. Grown-ass people bending over and getting their bottoms smacked like misbehaved children just didn’t seem like a turn-on for her.
But they took this seriously, and she wanted the experience. She was just kind of hoping for something a wee bit more intense.
With a sigh, Alexa crawled up onto the bed and lay down over James’s legs. She had to admit, right now she didn’t find anything humorous, and she didn’t feel like a child. The way he positioned her how he wanted her, without asking, made her melt for him. He spread her legs wide and bent his own so her bottom was arched higher in the air. Her ass and pussy were on full display for him and Ryan. She curled her arms underneath her chest and fisted her hands under chin, relaxing her body and letting them do what they wanted.
The first thing Alexa felt were four roughened hands caressing and squeezing her thighs and ass. Long sweeps over her back lulled her while the more possessive touches to her bottom stirred her blood. Then the hands on her thighs held her in place, and before she knew what was happening James landed a light smack to her butt. She could not have stifled the snort if her life depended on it. All the sensual relaxation she had been sinking into was broken and gone in the face of that slap, and in its wake was the absurdity of the situation. James had just smacked her bottom. Even thinking it had her biting her lips together to stop the giggle trying to escape.
* * * *
James was rather enjoying himself. Alexa had stripped off her clothes and sauntered over to him like the angel she was. Her beauty stunned him sometimes. And knowing that he was finally going to get to pinken her ass had him fighting for control, especially after hearing about that fucker touching what did not belong to him. It had taken more than a little effort to control himself after that discussion, but the way she draped herself over him and relaxed when they started to touch her was perfect. Such sweet surrender. When he felt she was breathing deeply and ready for more, he gave her a light tap. Nothing to hurt her, just a little swat to get things going. Her snort caught him off guard, and when he looked at Ryan he saw the same confusion on his face.
“Did you just snort, angel,” James inquired. He could feel her stiffen a bit and shake her head no. Maybe he mistook the sound and she really gasped. He had a feeling, though, that she was trying not to laugh. He tested his theory by landing a harder slap to her ass. Alexa couldn’t stifle the sound so well this time, and that was definitely a chuckle. Ryan stood up and quickly turned away. James knew he was trying his best not to laugh now as well. This had never happened before.
“Alexa,” he said in the sternest voice he could muster, “I can spank you so you won’t feel like laughing. I suggest you control yourself.” He barely heard her meek “Yes, Sir.” Immediately he landed a rather hard blow to her bottom and watched in fascination as she broke out in peals of giggles and started wiggling away.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. Ha ha ha. I can’t take it! I don’t know why this is funny to me, but the harder you hit me the funnier it is!” By this point Ryan had lost the battle and was chuckling right along with her. James rolled his eyes. Subs. You never knew how they would respond to new stimulations, but an attack of the giggles never occurred to him.
“I see. So, I think we’ll have to take spanking off the table for you. It’s supposed to be sexy—” He was cut off with another outburst of laughter.
James leapt off the bed and grabbed Alexa by the waist. “Okay, little giggler, I think it’s time for you to see the basement. As you obviously don’t see spanking as erotic, I’ll just have to show you some other ways to experience erotic pain that you will definitely not find funny. You, too, Ryan. I had hoped you could help me with angel today, but if you don’t get yourself under control, you can watch bound on the floor with a gag in your mouth.” Ryan immediately shut up and James smirked at him. “I thought that might get your attention.”
James swept Alexa into his arms in one quick move and strode out of the room and down to the basement. He hadn’t wanted to scare her with all the equipment in here so soon, but she obviously wasn’t interested in the light stuff, so he would introduce her to their dungeon a little sooner. When he looked at her face and took in her busily scanning eyes, he should have known this would not scare her at all. If anything, he’d have to worry that she might publish a paper on all the equipment. She was off in observation land, so he snapped his fingers to bring her attention back on him. God, he adored this woman. She exasperated him and kept him on his toes, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
James led her over to the far wall and showed her the horizontal bars. “See, these are attached at the ends to those vertical pillars. I can slide these bars to any height and lock them there. If I c
uff your wrists, I can attach them to the bars at any width I want. I may have you standing straight or bent over and practically touching your toes. It’s a very flexible device, as it allows for so many positions. Today, I’m going to cuff you with your arms wide. I want you to grip the bar with your hands and try not to release it, though the cuffs will keep you in place so you don’t get hurt accidentally. You’ll be bent at a slight angle with your legs spread and held in place with cuffs attached to this spreader bar.” He held up the bar for her to see. She was taking it all in like he was explaining the process for a chemistry experiment, but she’d get in the right headspace soon enough. “Ryan, why don’t you go get something from the kitchen to balance the heat? Thank God Ryan knew what he was talking about. He wanted some surprises for his little scientist.
“Don’t forget that you can talk all you want, angel. I want to know if you’re enjoying the experience or not. You also have your safe words. Say them for me.”
Alexa looked into his eyes. “Yellow to slow down and red to stop, James.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Very good, angel. Communication is the most important thing for us right now. I’m not a mind reader, so I need to know what’s going on in your head. Never evade or lie to me when we’re in a scene.” She nodded her understanding and he got to the business of cuffing her to the slide bar and getting everything set to the right height. He was just pulling her hips out a little further when Ryan came back and wheeled a cart over, just behind her so she couldn’t see.
“I think we’re set now. And I notice that our sub isn’t finding the situation quite so humorous, so I think we can begin.” James walked over to the wall where he hung his implements and picked his two softest floggers.
Ryan was waiting patiently next to Alexa, stroking her face and arms. She was slightly bent over and gripping the bar with her arms parallel to the floor. Her legs were a little more than shoulder width apart and secured to a spreader bar. She could move, but she couldn’t escape the general position. Eventually, he hoped to get her comfortable enough to handle more severe restraint, but this would do nicely for now. James took a few practice swings and approached Alexa. At first, he just gently swished the tails of the floggers over her upper back, ass, and thighs. He wanted her to get used to the feeling of something striking her skin and help warm her up before he got more aggressive. This whole scene was about showing her how enjoyable the stimulation could be, it wasn’t about pain.
As soon as he saw her relax her muscles and arch her back a little, he took up a nice and easy tempo of double figure eights up and down her body. It took him a long time to get proficient using two floggers. Not only did he have to make sure that he didn’t get them tangled and lose his rhythm, he had to constantly check his force and aim to make sure he didn’t stray from safe strike zones. After about ten minutes, he noticed that her skin was getting just pink enough to know that the blood was warmed up and it was safe to start giving her a few pops that she’d take notice of. The fun could really begin now. He glanced at Ryan and nodded for him to get into position.
* * * *
Okay, so this was definitely not the same as a spanking. When James started to clip Alexa to the bars at the wall, she could admit that a sliver of panic chased down her spine. But after a few deep breaths she relaxed. He wouldn’t really hurt her, and she knew she could get free at any time. She was ready to see what he had in store for her. Especially after the spanking debacle. She rolled her eyes. How mortifying. But this was a far cry from presenting her bottom for a paddling.
The first touch of leather on skin startled her, but actually it felt nice. She couldn’t even guess how many strips of cool material were bathing her skin, but it was more a caress than a strike. Before she knew it, she was lulled by the sensation. It was if James were everywhere. Coating her from her shoulders to the backs of her thighs with the rhythmic beat of a warm blast of air. It didn’t hurt at all so she hung her head between her arms and started swaying with the swings. Right when she started to lose the focus of her surroundings, she saw Ryan slip between her and the padded wall on his knees. He didn’t have much wiggle room, but he didn’t need it as he latched his mouth to her breast and started laving her nipple with the same heat she felt simmering all down her back.
Her gasp of pleasure was short lived as she felt the first sting of the leather. It was fast and hard, but it didn’t break James’s rhythm. He kept an even pace and continued slapping her skin up and down her body. Every time he gave her a sharp strike, she was pulled from the pain by Ryan pinching or biting on her breasts. The sensations were coming so fast she felt swamped in them. There was no anticipating if the sting and heat to her flesh would come from the front or behind, no warning as to the location. All she could do was try to process the feeling before it all just melted into one deep searing heat.
It felt like they were bringing every inch of her skin to life. She was getting so sensitive she could feel the air moving at her back from James’s movements, and she felt Ryan’s breath roll down her body in the front. Nothing, it seemed, escaped her notice now. She heard a tinkle of sound, her only warning that something new was coming, right before ice touched her skin. She sucked in her breath and let out a small keening wail. The sensation was almost like being burned at first, then so cold it sent shivers through her whole body as Ryan lazily swirled the ice around her breasts and down her stomach. Alexa held her breath as he got closer to her mound. She knew the strokes James was giving her were picking up in intensity and speed, but she couldn’t focus on anything but the path of that ice. Every beat of her heart sent a spasm to the muscles in her belly and a pulse of liquid fire to her womb. Time itself seemed to slow the closer Ryan got. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and the skin on her back and ass felt like it was electric. She wanted to feel James’s skin against hers. It was like she was so sensitive she needed him to rub against her to give her relief.
Alexa locked her eyes to Ryan’s. The cool slide of water mixed with her sweat and ran ahead of the ice’s path until it dripped down her thigh. Then Ryan was there. Everything locked in place as he consumed her mouth with his and rubbed the ice right on her clit. She screamed into his mouth at the sensation. Shear pain and yet she wanted to grind into it. To get more. James was really laying fire on her now, and she didn’t know which feeling to crave more, only that she needed something before she lost her mind. She started whining and begging incoherently as a waft of cool air coated her back and she felt her wrists being freed and her ankles released from the bar between her legs. In one continuous move she felt James pull her up to rest her chest and face against the padded wall, he slid his arm under her knee from behind and raised her leg to rest in the crook of his elbow. Ryan slid his hand down her body and started circling her clit at the same time James thrust hard and deep inside her. Between feeling James bump her cervix, filling her with his heat and friction, and Ryan’s determined rubbing and pinching her clit, she could barely fill her lungs before the explosion tunneled to her uterus and clamped her muscles hard. It seemed like minutes passed in that frozen state, so tense she feared she’d break, and then, the rushing liquid release. Lava pouring from her center in waves. Alexa cried out a release like nothing she could hope to describe. She just knew she never wanted it to stop. She was only vaguely aware of James finding his own satisfaction.
Just as she managed to catch her breath, Ryan grabbed her hair. “Mouth, now.” James lowered her to the floor and supported her while she opened her mouth for Ryan. Her skills were thankfully good enough now that she could let Ryan use her any way he wanted. And he wasn’t in the mood for gentle patience. He thrust into her mouth to the back of her throat and held her there until she swallowed around him, only then letting himself pump his length so she could breathe more easily. She gave him everything she could, showing him how much he meant to her, how much this moment meant.
“Take some air, honey, I’m going deep and I’m not coming out till you s
wallow down every fucking ounce.”
Jesus, that was hot. Ryan had never really been very aggressive with her, but it seemed someone was growing into their big-boy pants. Fine by her. Ryan was the only one here who didn’t seem to know he was a big boy all along in her eyes.
Alexa took a breath and opened wide for him. Ryan pulled her face close and stayed planted as far as he could go while he growled out his release. She could feel it heat her throat as he spasmed against her, the look on his face making her feel almost as good as her own orgasm had. This was where she belonged. This was everything. And falling asleep wrapped up in them later tonight was going to be web enough, even if her men didn’t know it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The sun shone bright over the dew on the grass, making it sparkle like diamonds. Alexa loved mornings like this, when the air was so crisp it almost hurt to breathe and the beauty of nature made her not want to anyway. It seemed a shame that her boots would make prints on the grass and ruin its crystalline perfection. But she was here to hike with her friends, and she was giddy with excitement over a day with the girls. These women were fun and always made her feel welcome, but since her talk with James and Ryan, she now felt like she really belonged. She didn’t have that sense of being an imposter that they’d sniff out at any moment. She was no longer waiting for someone to shout that she didn’t really fit and her time with this group was up.
There was a bounce to her step when she and Precious left the car and headed to the trail that they’d take this morning. She was the last to arrive, thanks to her men keeping her far too warm in their bed this morning, but it didn’t look like they’d been waiting long. Lily was doing stretches off to the side like she was preparing for the Boston Marathon. Precious ran over to Kat and Kelly, who were stooped over the largest duffle bag Alexa had ever seen. Was Kelly wearing camouflage? Kat looked bundled up like she feared they’d get lost in the season’s first snowstorm and she’d have to weather out the winter in nothing more than the clothes on her back. Had none of these women been hiking before?