Full Mountie

by Ainsley Booth

  She lets out the cutest little whine.

  “Patience.”

  I stroke the flogger back and forth over her ass. She squirms her hips. I pull the flogger back and start swinging in a figure eight.

  The tips of the falls brush the bare skin of her ass, alternating cheeks. Left, right. Left, right. Occasionally, I drop the stroke to the tops of her thighs, then back up.

  I keep it steady until she’s pink and warm. Beautiful.

  “That’s so good,” she moans, wiggling her hips back and up in the air. I can see how wet she is, her pussy juices glistening on the inside of her thighs.

  “Don’t come yet,” I tell her roughly. “Not until I’m inside you.”

  She whines and presses her cunt higher in the air, damned near presenting herself to me like she’s in heat.

  Fucking hell. I drop the flogger and fall on my knees, burying my face between her legs.

  I don’t know what gets me harder—her sweet, musky scent, her glorious, unique taste, or the simple, womanly feel of her. She’s soft and wet and warm, and when Hugh tells me to put on a fucking condom and fuck her already, I don’t need to be told twice.

  Having Beth bent over the arm of the couch was perfect for flogging, but Hugh will want to see everything as I fuck her, so I take her by the hand and lead her in front of the sofa, to the middle. I motion for her to climb up. “On your knees, facing the back.”

  She does as I ask, then turns her head, catching my eye before she taunts me with a wiggle of her ass.

  I sink right into her, pushing balls deep as she groans. I close my eyes and count to ten, because I’m dangerously close to losing control.

  But on the third thrust, she cries out, and on the fourth, she shatters.

  So my sweet Beth likes being flogged.

  Best fucking news all week. I speed up, making my thrusts more shallow, too, because I know she’s sensitive, but there’s no way I’m not coming inside her. I’m not that selfless. Not with her.

  It doesn’t take long for the tension of a climax to mount inside me, and as it does, I latch on hard. My brain slithers into the gutter, and my world narrows to Hugh watching me pound Beth.

  Watching my ass tighten as I pulse in and out of her cunt.

  Maybe jerking himself off, his hand clenched around that thick cock of his. The tip of it coated with pre-come, just as tasty as the sweet saltiness of Beth I still have on my tongue.

  Come.

  Cock.

  Pussy.

  Hot, sweet, amazing pussy. “Fuck, Beth,” I growl, and she whimpers. I’m fucking her so hard she whimpers.

  But then she begs me to come. “Give it to me, Lachlan,” and the tension spikes, jacking me through the roof. My release is hard and fast, my vision darkening as I hold on to her hips and bury myself inside her, slumping forward when my right leg cramps up.

  I catch myself on the back of the couch before I fall on her, and roll to the side.

  Beth immediately curls up beside me, and I kiss her. Over and over again, open-mouthed and desperate.

  We’ve both just come like fucking champs, and it’s barely taken the edge off. I want to do her again.

  I tug on her hair and together we glance over at Hugh. His gaze is dark and his lower lip is caught between his teeth.

  “Not bad,” he says slowly.

  We both laugh.

  She rises on shaky legs and crosses to him. I get up and head to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and get my head back in the kinky game.

  When I return, she’s primly kneeling between his legs.

  He gives her an indulgent look. “What do you say?”

  She exhales as she shakes her head. “I don’t know.”

  “Say, thank you, Hugh.”

  Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”

  He raises both eyebrows. “Wasn’t the flogging a great idea?”

  She laughs as she nods. “Yes. Thank you, Hugh.”

  “You could be more grateful.”

  “Thank you very much?”

  He gestures to where his erection is stretching against his jeans. His fly is open, the zipper down and the denim flapping open lewdly, but his cock is dressed to the side.

  Deliberately so, I’m sure. So she’ll have to reach in and get her prize.

  And now her punishment for being impertinent. From the happy sigh she makes as she tugs his dick out and starts to lick him, I don’t think she minds.

  I check the flogger over and make sure it’s clean before I put it away in the roll. That was a lot of fun. I run my fingers over two lighter, matching floggers. Maybe next time I’ll show off some fancy Florentine arm work.

  But for our first night of kink, this was amazing. I heft the hockey bag onto my shoulder, and Hugh snaps his fingers to get my attention.

  “Where are you going with that?”

  Was amazing? I grin. Maybe is amazing, still. “What, we aren’t done?”

  He shakes his head. Beth bobs lower in his lap, interrupting whatever he was going to say next. He pauses her with a quick touch of his fingers to her hair. “God, she’s too good at that. No, we’re just getting started. What else do you have in there?”

  I swallow hard at the way his eyes rove hungrily over my chest. “Rope, cuffs…” A spreader bar, but maybe he doesn’t need to know about that just yet. “What do you want?”

  He glances up at the bare ceiling. “Do you have any anchor points installed?”

  I point upstairs. “Yeah.”

  “Cuffs and rope, then.” He grins. “Time to show Beth the first thing I ever did to you.”

  She pulls off him with a wet pop. “Oooh….”

  “After you finish, beautiful.” He fists his cock and taps the wet, straining head against her mouth. “Priorities.”

  We head upstairs, Hugh carrying two bags of ropes, Beth skipping along with the cuffs he’s promised she can put on me. I’ve got the hockey bag, because Hugh darkly promised that nothing is off the table.

  My little cottage has fantastic ten foot ceilings on the main level, but up here there are steep dormers in each room, and the maximum height even in the centre is just barely eight feet. No room for my king-sized bed or a shower I can stretch out in. So I converted half of the space downstairs into a master suite for myself, and I use these rooms only occasionally. One of them has a desk and a filing cabinet in it, although I’m just as likely to use my laptop on the couch downstairs.

  And the other one is empty, except for an exercise mat, some weights in the corner, and four anchor points in the ceiling. One has a punching bag hanging from it.

  The other three are where I practice rigging when I have people over.

  Hugh lays out the bundles of rope, carefully sorting them. I’m not the only one who’s learned more over the last decade. He obviously knows what he’s doing, so I don’t go into monitor mode.

  I stand there, at the ready, and wait for instructions.

  Hugh chooses a sturdy hemp rope, then gestures for Beth to join him in front of me. “Have you used velcro cuffs before?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Open them up. See how tough that is? So they’re great for him to resist against.” He smirks and blood rushes to my groin. He’s going to torture me and I’m going to love-hate it. “Put those on his wrists. Not too tight, but don’t leave extra space, either. We want him to feel safe and secure.”

  Another smirk. Desire skitters across my skin, lighting up all my nerve endings.

  Beth slides in front of me. She’s amped up. I’d like to think some of that is the residual high from the flogging and fucking, but really, this helper role—an eager mini Domme—is a perfect fit for her.

  And I’m not complaining. Having her touch me as Hugh watches, his gaze hooded and hot? It’s got me buzzing already.

  Once Hugh checks my cuffs, he reaches up and loops the rope through the anchor point, then hooks my left hand up to the long line.

  It’s not until he moves across the room
and grabs another bundle of rope that I realize what his plan is. He’s going to string me out between two anchor points.

  Jesus. My pulse speeds up, and I want to widen my stance, but I also trust that he’ll take care of that for me. And it’ll be a good safety lesson for Beth.

  Once that rope is up, I expect him to point me to the mid-point, but instead he turns toward the hockey bag—and he grabs a crop from my collection of hitty things.

  Fucker.

  He’s grinning when he turns around, and I don’t hesitate to give him a what the fuck is your plan, man look.

  Because seriously, a lot has changed in ten years. And he’s never used a crop on me.

  “Relax,” he says evilly. “Where’s the trust?”

  “It fled as soon as you picked up that crop. Have you turned into a sadist in your old age?”

  “Liar,” he say softly as he crosses the room and stops right in front of me. “You still trust me.”

  I do, but we should just double-check we’re on the same page. “What are my limits?”

  “No marks. Lube and go slow for anal. Edging is cool. You like to say no and not mean it, so we’ll need safewords. And your favourite part of bondage is straining against the ropes and not being able to go anywhere. That gets you so hard you start drooling come down your leg like a teenager. Did I miss anything?”

  My face is so hot it must be beet red. “No. That about covers it.”

  “Safewords, then?”

  I can’t look over at Beth. I feel more naked than if I were actually nude. You like to say no and not mean it. Fuck me. He hasn’t forgotten a single thing.

  Hugh taps the crop against the inside of my denim-clad thigh. “Should we use ten codes like we used to?”

  A hot rush of memory slams into me. The first time we kissed, Hugh had shoved me back against a wall. The tension had been growing for weeks and we were both pissed off.

  “You want me to back off, Ross? Really? I don’t think you do.”

  “I don’t know what I fucking want, asshole, and you aren’t helping.”

  “You want me to help you sort out your precious feelings?” He was closer, all of sudden. Right in front of me. “I’m going to kiss you now. 10-4?”

  10-10. Negative. 10-3, Stop Transmitting. He was giving me an out, and all I had to do was tell him clearly this wasn’t what I wanted. Instead I stared at him in stony silence. Unable to say yes, please fucking kiss me. I need that more than I need my next breath, you fucking asshole who’s gotten under my skin.

  But we’d used those because they were second nature to us, and a nod to that weird and wonderful start to our affair.

  I shake my head. “Beth doesn’t know them well enough.” I lick my lips and finally look at her. “We should pick new safe words we all agree to.”

  “Cupcake,” she offers. “Lemon drop. Ice cream.”

  “Now I just want dessert,” I say weakly. She isn’t freaking out about what Hugh said. And from the way her nipples are hard, tight little peaks, she’s enjoying this idea of safewords.

  What have we tumbled into?

  “Maybe it should be something you don’t like. Liquorice?” She leans in and brushes her lips against my cheek. “My safeword can be olives,” she whispers. “And maybe Hugh doesn’t get one because he’s mean.”

  “I heard that,” he growls. “And I get one. I like this food thing. My safe word, should I want to end a scene because Beth’s a brat, will be cabbage.”

  “And we should have—”

  “A caution word,” Hugh says, finishing my sentence. He bounces the crop lightly up my hip and slides it between my body and Beth’s. “Lachlan likes to slow me down.”

  She grins. “I can imagine why.”

  He just shrugs. “I humour it. You’ll discover it’s got its advantages, too. No worry about pushing him past a limit, so I don’t have to hold back.”

  “And we both like it like that,” I say quietly. Beth jerks her attention back to my face, and her expression is both curious and warm. It gives me a surge of courage I grab on to with both hands. “I’ve never submitted in front of someone else before. It’s unnerving.”

  She looks at Hugh’s crop, then carefully pushes it out of the way so she can plaster herself against me, her arms winding around my neck. “When are you going to figure out that I find every last inch of you, and all of your desires, incredibly sexy? Inside and out.”

  My heart hammers in my chest. “Same.” My mouth is dry, but I ignore that. “And Hugh, too. Even with the crop.”

  She winks. “I especially like the crop. I can’t wait to learn how to use it.”

  “That’s a very advanced lesson,” I say, my voice cracking. I’m not ready for her to try that on me. Not when I just want to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off to the nearest bed.

  “Then we’ll have to work up to it,” she whispers. “Now can we finish tying you up so you’re at our mercy?”

  “Caution word,” I croak out. “And any time you want to take off my pants, that would be great.”

  She giggles and cups my erection, straining behind my zipper. I should have taken the jeans off downstairs instead of zipping them back up again. Force of habit from play parties.

  Gonna need to break myself of that. Nothing with Hugh and Beth is anything like casual kink.

  “How about cupcake for your caution word? Not a bad thing, but not something you’re going to blurt out, either.”

  Hugh takes my hand and strings it up on the second rope. “Beth, you’re going to make an excellent top.”

  I groan and close my eyes as a shudder racks through me.

  Hugh warms me up by showing Beth how he likes to use the crop to flick at my nipples, my boxer-covered ass, my bare thighs. He likes to change it up, between stroking with the cool leather and gentle flicks, so I don’t know what to expect when he touches me.

  “What Lachlan really wants is my touch,” he says, using his words just as effectively as the crop. To get into my head and fuck with my mind.

  “And you should give it to me,” I growl.

  “I will.” He hands the crop to Beth. “Stroke him only. No flicking.”

  “Got it.” She grins with unabashed pleasure as she lays the keeper against my shoulder and trails it across my chest. “You look so good stretched out like this.”

  “Yeah?” I roll my shoulders, flexing my muscles. I’m not stretched tight between the two points. Hugh’s left enough slack in the ropes for my arms to rest below my shoulders, which helps with circulation, and allows me to move a bit. Also, show off for a sexy woman.

  She circles my right pec with the crop. “Do that again.” Her voice is low and husky. I flex for her and she bites her lip. “Yes.”

  She lowers her arm and steps in, replacing the leather with her mouth on my skin. I tip my head back and groan at the pleasure of her tongue, her lips. The warmth of it, which Hugh always deprives me of for so much longer.

  Except that’s what he wanted—me distracted.

  Because now he’s behind me. He brushes his knuckles against my lower back before tugging my boxer briefs down and touching the crease between my ass cheeks.

  The fucker has lube.

  I gasp and rise up onto my toes, the ropes catching as I surge forward.

  “Easy,” he murmurs. “You’ll knock Beth over.”

  “You sneaky jerk,” I moan. My ass is clenched shut, like no joke.

  “Did you expect anything else?”

  I burn inside as I roughly shake my head.

  “Down on your heels,” he orders. “Beth, use the crop to show him how wide I want his feet. Same width as mine.”

  I refocus my gaze on her as she eagerly complies, tagging the insides of my legs, left and right, until I’m spread so far apart there’s no way he’s not getting inside me.

  Fucking fuck fuck.

  And my cock is straining at the front of my boxers like it’s my birthday.

  Basic rule of sex: trust you
r dick. When it’s happy, you should be happy. But Jesus, that’s easier said than done when your boyfriend is rubbing circles around your asshole and your girlfriend is grinning at you on the other side, and pretty soon you’re just going to come on the spot because you haven’t done this in ages and—

  Beth’s hand closes around my cock. She gives me a sweet smile and tightens her grip. “What did you say to me downstairs?”

  “Don’t come yet,” I groaned. “Easier said than done.”

  She winks. “I know.”

  Hugh probes me gently, working the lube into my puckered hole until he breaches my defences. That first press inside is shocking, but it’s also damn welcome. Beth doesn’t miss how my cock jerks and swells as his long finger pushes deep inside me and finds my prostate. He rocks the thick pad of his finger over that spot and my legs go weak.

  “Wow,” she breathes, swirling her thumb over the wet head of my cock. I’m sure I’m like a fucking fire hydrant on a hot summer day, spewing pre-come right now.

  Jesus. My hips rock back, seeking more contact, maybe another finger.

  Instead I get Hugh’s retreat, then another cold press, this one firmer. Another tool to deprive me of human touch while still driving me crazy.

  A plug.

  “Oh God, no, no, no…”

  Hugh chuckles. “This is why we have safe words, Beth.”

  She giggles.

  Evil, the both of them. “Fuck you, Hugh.”

  “I prefer it the other way around, but I’d make an exception for you.” He presses more firmly and the widest part of the plug violates my ass.

  My head lolls forward as I tell myself to hold fucking still and try to relax.

  I succeed on being still.

  The plug pops into place, and Hugh lazily slaps my ass cheek before circling around to Beth at my front. She’s petting my balls like I’m her fuck toy, and tonight, maybe I am.

  “What do you want to see?” He’s so fucking casual while I’m stuffed and panting.

  She shakes her head slowly, her eyes wide. “I don’t know. Anything.”

  He grins and wraps his arm around her waist, getting closer so he can share the space right in front of my body. With his other hand, he unzips his fly and leisurely begins to stroke his cock.