Affliction ab-22

by Laurell K. Hamilton

  ‘That was really quick. What did you tell him?’ I asked.

  ‘That we were going to have sex and to text you when the food arrives.’ He unfastened his jeans and started peeling them down his hips, a little more carefully around the front, because his body was already partially erect, anticipating the sex.

  I wanted to say, You did not just tell Edward that, but I knew Nicky had. It was Nicky; he didn’t see anything wrong with being honest. Nothing much embarrassed him so he didn’t always understand it might embarrass someone else, or maybe he didn’t care.

  Nathaniel put my hand with the gun still in it on the bedside table. ‘We’re not that dangerous. I don’t think you need to be armed.’

  I laid the gun on the table.

  ‘I am that dangerous, just not to you,’ Nicky said, as he pulled the covers out from the tangle Nathaniel had made of them.

  Nathaniel raised up the covers, like an invitation. ‘You don’t need the towel either.’

  I dropped the towel to the floor and crawled into the warm nest of the covers and Nathaniel’s body. ‘You sure you don’t need to sleep more than you need sex?’

  ‘Sex energizes me; you should know that by now.’

  Nicky loomed over both of us, propped up on one shoulder. ‘I vote you as an honorary lion.’

  ‘High praise,’ Nathaniel said.

  Nicky nodded hard enough that his bangs swung back and forth with the movement. ‘It is high praise; now let’s fuck.’

  Nathaniel and I both laughed, high and delighted. ‘You sweet-talking bastard, you,’ Nathaniel said.

  ‘Thirty minutes, or less, tick-tock,’ Nicky said.

  ‘Don’t get spoiled by quickies,’ I said.

  ‘Never,’ Nathaniel said, and rolled me over his body so I was in the middle. I liked being in the middle.

  64

  Nathaniel kissed me loving and long under the warm nest of the covers, and then he moved gently back from me and Nicky kissed me. He kissed me like he had in the shower, a slow caress of lips, and his hand playing on the front of my throat like he was petting me with a hand that was almost big enough to encircle my entire throat. Nathaniel laid a gentle kiss on my upper chest, as Nicky continued to kiss me. Nathaniel kissed me again, a little lower, so that he touched the upper mound of my breast. Nicky’s mouth pressed more eagerly on mine, and I opened my mouth to him, arching my neck against his hand. Nicky squeezed his hand around my neck, just a little. It made me arch into his hand and kiss him harder.

  He wrapped that big hand around the front of my neck and squeezed hard enough for me to make little protesting noises as we kissed, my body arching against the bed. He kissed me as if he would crawl in through my mouth, all tongue and teeth and eager fierceness.

  Nathaniel licked my nipple, and then suddenly he was sucking me hard and fast with an edge of teeth. It made my spine arch, my body writhe, and me scream my pleasure into Nicky’s kiss.

  Nicky’s hand clamped down on my throat so hard and sudden that there were no more eager noises, because I had no air to make them with. Nathaniel bit harder at my breast, sinking his teeth into the mound of it, so hard and sudden that I would have screamed for him, but I couldn’t make a sound. Nicky kissed me deeper, forcing my mouth open so wide it almost hurt, as if he were trying to reach things with his tongue that you were never supposed to touch. I writhed for them both, and then my body hit that moment where it began to panic for lack of air.

  I fought the panic as long as I could, because I liked the feel of his hand so strong, so dangerous around my neck. The force of his kiss and Nathaniel’s teeth biting down on my breast were all amazing, but in the end I had to tap out, literally.

  Nicky eased his hand and drew back from the kiss, so that I could draw my breath in a long wheezing gasp. Nathaniel raised his mouth from my breast. Nicky stared down into my eyes and said, ‘Are you having fun?’

  I managed to gasp, ‘Yes.’

  He grinned, showing a fierce flash of teeth. ‘Good, because so am I.’ He let me have two good deep breaths and then he squeezed my throat shut again. Nathaniel reached across my body and cupped my other breast in his hand. Nicky moved so that his body acted like a prop to give Nathaniel more room. He bent over my breast. Nicky eased his grip enough for me to catch a few shallow breaths, and then when Nathaniel had sucked my breast down, as if he meant to deep-throat it, Nicky squeezed his hand tight and cut off my air again. Nathaniel bit down and the feel of his teeth in my flesh, as Nicky held my throat tight and kissed me deep and hard, made me writhe on the bed, my hands grabbing at the sheets, knotting them under me. Nathaniel bit down hard and harder, a steady, growing pressure until it was just this side of too much, and my body began to scream for oxygen. My feet began to struggle and push against the bed, I couldn’t seem to help it. I tapped out, hand against Nicky’s arm, and he eased his hold, so that my breath came in a near-sobbing gasp for air.

  Nathaniel rose up from my breast. I tried to focus on him but couldn’t make my eyes work quite right. They kept fluttering back into my head. Nicky gave a low chuckle. ‘I think she liked that.’

  I felt Nathaniel move up higher on the other side of me so he could look down into my face, too. I could almost focus on him as he grinned down at me. ‘I think you’re right,’ he said, and he laughed, too.

  I heard my text tone go off. I tried to say, Don’t answer it, but couldn’t remember how to form out loud words. It was like the afterglow to an orgasm.

  Nathaniel reached for my phone from the bedside table. ‘Food will take at least forty-five minutes; apparently there’s a banquet.’

  ‘More time, awesome,’ Nicky said; his voice was a deeper bass with an edge of growl to it. Not werelion growl, but just that deep, dominant rumble that some men get when the sex is rough, or just like they want it.

  Nathaniel bent over my breast and licked, very delicately, along the bite marks he’d left. It was an exquisite pain, almost pleasure and almost not, as if my body couldn’t decide which it would be.

  I whispered, ‘Oh, my God.’

  ‘If we had a gag, I’d use it.’

  ‘Anita doesn’t like gags,’ Nathaniel said, and sounded a little sad.

  I managed to say, ‘Would try it.’

  Nathaniel came back up where I could see his face. I was able to focus on him now, though the look on his face was one I hadn’t seen before. ‘If you offered because you didn’t think we had any, you should know that I packed more than just the collar and leash.’

  It took me a minute to realize what he meant. ‘You packed one.’

  ‘I packed two,’ he said.

  ‘Even though you knew we probably wouldn’t get to use them,’ I said.

  ‘High stress makes me want more bondage; even having some toys with me makes me feel better, and I figured this would be a high-stress trip.’

  They were both propped up on one elbow looking down at me. ‘Will you wear a gag for us?’

  Looking up at them, I had a moment of doubt. I didn’t believe they’d hurt me for real – if I did, I wouldn’t have sex with them – but it was the pretend, the almost threat, that made some kinds of bondage work. Either you were titillated by the idea, or it couldn’t be explained to you. I was titillated, and a little nervous. Nathaniel was right, I didn’t like gags; they were uncomfortable and I didn’t find it an attractive look. I had tried one on once, but I’d just put it in without any bondage happening, and without some other fun and games, I did not like them, but Nathaniel loved having one during certain kinds of bondage. I thought it was a ruin of a good and useful mouth, but it had seemed like a better idea with the edge of teeth and hands.

  ‘It seemed like a better idea with your hand around my throat and Nathaniel’s mouth on my breast.’

  ‘We can do that,’ Nicky said.

  ‘Totally,’ Nathaniel said.

  So we did.

  65

  Nathaniel requested an addition. He wanted my hands tied. I said, ‘But with my
hands tied and the gag it takes away my no, my safeword.’

  ‘That would be the idea,’ he said.

  I debated, but it was something that Nathaniel had wanted for a long time, and with Nicky to partner him it seemed like a better idea. I totally and completely wouldn’t have done it if it had been Nathaniel and Asher. He was a true sadist and a serious power tripper; I would never willingly put myself in a position with Asher to not be able to say stop. But Nicky, I trusted him more, so …

  I sat on the bed between them, Nicky’s hand squeezing the breath from my throat, controlling me with all that strength, while Nathaniel fitted the gag, forcing my mouth wide and wider like Nicky’s kiss had done, so that the gag was like a continuation of the kiss. By the time Nathaniel had the gag fitted and tied behind my head, my body needed to breathe again and I was fighting the panic. I tapped out. Nicky released, and I found out that I could breathe both around the ball gag and through my nose.

  Nathaniel came back around where he could see my face. ‘Is it okay?’

  I nodded.

  He smiled and kissed my forehead. Then he picked up one of the straps that he and Nicky had threaded under the mattress earlier. It had a black nylon cuff on it that closed with Velcro on the end of it. The moment I’d seen the Velcro cuffs I’d known he brought them for me, not for him, because I liked the Velcro. I could, if I had to, get out of them, but up to that point they were secure and gave the illusion of me being trapped, but it was an illusion. Nathaniel liked leather cuffs, or handcuffs, because he liked more than just the illusion of being trapped.

  To my questioning look he’d said, ‘You like to be tied up when you’re under stress, too.’

  To that I hadn’t known what to say, so I wisely let it go.

  I lay down on the bed with Nathaniel on one side and Nicky on the other. Nathaniel fastened the first cuff securely around my wrist. My wrists were tiny enough that we actually had trouble finding handcuffs that fit me, but the Velcro went down nice and snug. My arms were out to the side, not directly overhead. I’d discovered that my shoulders didn’t like being tied overhead for long, at all.

  Nicky fastened the second cuff in place, though he had to take it down in size twice. He’d never tied me up before.

  Nathaniel moved so he could look deeply into my eyes and said, ‘Comfortable?’

  I pulled on the cuffs, because I liked to struggle and often the fighting against the ropes, or whatever, was what caused real scrapes and bruising. I nodded.

  He smiled, and it was a good, warm, happy smile.

  Nicky was already settling down on the other side of me. Nathaniel mirrored him. My breasts already had red circles of Nathaniel’s teeth in them, but as the two men grinned at each other and both moved their mouths down to my breasts, I was betting I was about to get fresh marks.

  They started by sucking my nipples hard enough that I writhed and made small, happy protesting noises through the gag. Then they both wrapped their hand around the softness of my breasts, mounding them up so they could a better mouthful, and then as if they’d practiced it they put as much of my breast into their mouths as they could and bit down. I screamed through the gag, because it wasn’t the gradual buildup that Nathaniel had done, but a zero to all-out. If I could have safe-worded, I would have, but then Nicky growled with my breast still deep in his mouth so that the sound vibrated around my breast. I looked down to find that his eyes had slid to lion amber, and there was that thrill of fear in me. I trusted him implicitly, but … but … that was the game.

  Nathaniel more purred than growled, but the sound vibrated against my breast as well. His eyes were still lavender and human, but the look in them was not my submissive boy. A mix of personalities in the dungeon can change things, and I realized that something about Nicky brought out a more dominant side of Nathaniel.

  They growled with my breasts in their mouths, teeth eased a bit, and then they both bit down so hard and sudden that I screamed, and even through the gag it held pain.

  They both stopped and drew back. Nicky traced the edge of his bite marks where they went below the earlier ones that Nathaniel had made. ‘I got a little blood on this side. Mmmm …’ It wasn’t much blood, just tiny red droplets filling in the indentations of his teeth, but he leaned over and licked the wound, and even that hurt.

  I made protesting noises.

  ‘No fair,’ Nathaniel said. ‘I didn’t get to taste any blood. I was good.’

  ‘I’ll share, or you can make your own.’

  Nathaniel looked up at me with a positively evil smile, and then slipped his mouth back over my breast. I was already making protest noises when he bit me. Hard enough that I screamed for real even through the gag.

  He drew back to survey his handiwork. ‘Now I have blood,’ he said, happily. He leaned down and started licking the tiny red droplets on his side. Nicky bent to the wound he’d made and they both lapped and sucked at the blood. It had hurt for them to make the tiny wounds, but the sensation of them licking the wounds wasn’t pain; it switched over to a painful pleasure, so that I made small noises through the gag that were halfway between protest and yummy noises.

  Nathaniel looked up and asked, ‘Was that too hard a bite?’

  I nodded, yes, it was too hard.

  ‘Now you’ve spoiled it,’ Nicky said. ‘If you hadn’t asked we could have done it again.’

  ‘We have to untie her sometime and I don’t want her really mad at us.’

  ‘Good point.’

  Nathaniel moved lower on the bed.

  ‘What are you planning to do?’ Nicky asked.

  ‘We’re going to run out of time and I want Anita to enjoy the first time we use the gag on her, so I was thinking oral sex and then intercourse.’

  ‘Sounds good, expect I want to do breath play while you eat her out.’

  ‘She can’t tap out now. It’s a lot more dangerous this way,’ Nathaniel said.

  Nicky moved up the bed so he was looking directly into my face. ‘Do you trust me to do this?’

  I studied his face. His eye was human blue again. He seemed calm, steady. I did trust him. I finally nodded.

  He rewarded me with a wonderful smile. ‘You get started. I’ll wait until she’s close.’

  ‘Hand me a pillow,’ Nathaniel said.

  Nicky handed him one and Nathaniel used it to prop me up just enough so that it was easier on the neck, and then he settled between my legs. I gazed down my body to see him give that evil smile again, before he began to lick delicately between my legs. He licked around the edges of me and then did a quick lick right down the middle that made me squirm, and then he settled down to business and licked and rolled that one sweet spot, burying his face deep against me, so he could trace and lick around every edge and crease of me. The warmth began to build inside me. My breathing sped up.

  Nicky spoke low to me. ‘He really is good at eating pussy.’ He caressed my neck, gently, and then he settled his big hand around me, firm and tight, and as the warm pleasure began to build between my legs from Nathaniel’s mouth, Nicky squeezed. He squeezed harder and more sudden so that I went from breathing to not, like a switch clicked over.

  He stared down into my face while he choked me and Nathaniel ate me out. ‘I love how dark your face is getting,’ Nicky whispered.

  The pleasured weight between my legs built, but I couldn’t breathe and my body had trouble concentrating on both. Some people say that suffocation while you orgasm is a high, but to me it was already a distraction so that where I would have tipped over the edge, I stayed on the verge while my body fought not to panic. Nicky eased his grip, studying my face. I took a gasping breath, mostly through my nose.

  ‘It’s actually keeping you from orgasming, isn’t it?’ he asked.

  I nodded.

  ‘I want you to orgasm, so we can fuck you and you can feed on me, but I also want to choke you again.’

  Nathaniel licked me deep and quick and that building weight of warm spilled over to
pleasure. I screamed my orgasm through the gag, grinding myself against Nathaniel’s mouth, riding the orgasm as he kept sucking me, bringing me in waves so that I wasn’t sure it was just one, or a dozen. When he’d reduced me to an eye-fluttering, boneless, happy, floating afterglow, Nicky whispered against my cheek, ‘Are you ready?’

  I tried to think, Ready for what? Then I felt his hand at my throat, and even that couldn’t make me control my fluttering eyelids enough to see his face. He wrapped that big hand around me and then squeezed. The choking was somehow intermingled with the orgasm’s twitching pleasurable afterglow, so that my body didn’t fight for air, there was no panic to think through, it was all one flowing piece of sensation.

  I felt Nathaniel move the pillow and then felt him hard and ready as he pushed against my opening and then slid inside. The feel of him inside me after the oral sex, with Nicky still choking me, was amazing, but it was like my body couldn’t concentrate on both at the same time.

  Nicky let go of my throat, and I breathed in deep, almost like a sigh. Nathaniel found his rhythm and began to slide gently in and out of me. He had his eyes closed, head slightly to the side the way he did sometimes when he was trying to last and having to fight his body to do it. He found that spot just inside the opening and caressed himself over it again and again and again, until he brought me screaming, writhing, and spasming underneath him. He made a sound that was almost a cry of his own, his body shuddered, and then with one last thrust I felt him go inside me. It made me cry out again.

  He pulled himself out of me and that made us both writhe again. He rolled over to one side of me and gasped, ‘Oh, my God.’

  Nicky said, ‘My turn,’ and then he moved between my legs, and even with Nathaniel having done the prep work he still had to push his way inside. ‘She always stays so tight.’

  ‘Not always,’ Nathaniel said, ‘but most of the time.’

  Nicky shoved his way inside, and then he leaned over me so that I was staring directly into his face. ‘I know you like rough sex. I pounded into you in the shower earlier, but I like knowing that I’m about to pound the fuck out of you and you can’t say no, and you can’t tell me be gentle. I know you wouldn’t tell me that anyway, but I really like that you can’t tell me to stop.’ And then he did what he said, and started to pound himself in and out of me so that the sound of our flesh hitting together sounded almost like he was spanking me, but faster and harder than any hand. He used the strength of himself, the length, the width, all of himself, grabbing my hips, and holding my ass up at an angle so he could be up on his knees while he pounded himself into me as hard and fast as he could. I was almost, almost there, when he said, ‘Can you please choke her one last time while I fuck her. I don’t trust me doing it with the gag and the ropes.’