by Anya Summers
Zeke handed Chase some black velvet restraints and Chase used them to bind her wrists to her ankles. Chase lay on his back, his erection bobbing in front of her face, as Zeke moved her so that her mouth hovered up over Chase's cock. In this position, she wouldn't be able to do much more than open her mouth and let him fuck her. The erotic thought of that sent moisture trickling down her thighs. Zeke positioned his member at the entrance to her pussy, her sex thudding in excitement. Chase's hands gripped the sides of her head, sliding partially into her hair, and he nudged his cock against her mouth, requesting entrance. Kara opened her mouth, eager to taste his member. Chase thrust inside her mouth at the same time as Zeke entered her vagina.
They filled her and she reveled in it. Kara had never known such fulfillment. Her soul was on fire for them, and just how well they fit her. Zeke and Chase pumped their hips in a seesaw motion. They were relentless in their pursuit to drive her to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. She was delirious with need. Zeke hammered his cock in forceful strokes and she moaned. She sucked on Chase, loving the feel of his member in her mouth as he canted his hips in rapid digs.
Then Chase groaned, pulling out of her mouth. She heaved in a shallow breath as he said, "Move her up; I want my turn in our pussy."
At Chase's urging, Zeke withdrew his erection from her warmth. She whimpered at the loss. Then they repositioned her body so that her pussy was hovering over Chase's penis. Zeke grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, slathering his erection, and adding some to her back hole, thrusting his finger inside her back channel to add the lube. Then his finger was gone and the head of Zeke's cock pushed against her anus while Chase furrowed his length inside her pussy.
Zeke stretched and worked with her ass until he'd seated his full length. She loved the feel of having both of them fuck her like this. There was nothing in the world quite like it. She could feel their cocks sliding against each other as they thrust and pounded inside her. She wanted more, wanted to try something naughty and forbidden that she'd only heard about, she wanted to have them both in her ass at the same time.
"Wait: frog," she murmured, the heady image filling her mind.
Both men stopped immediately at her use of the safeword.
"Are you hurt?" Chase asked, his face mere inches from hers, studying her intently, concern written across his face.
"No," she admitted, feeling bad that she'd scared them.
Zeke growled behind her, his fingers dug into her hips painfully. "The safeword is only to be used in extreme situations, Kara. You will be—"
"Let me explain," she panted, cutting Zeke off. "I want you both to fuck my ass, together. That's all."
"Jesus, Kara," Chase groaned.
Zeke smacked her ass and she felt the whack at her core. "I'm still going to punish you, after we fuck your ass."
They both withdrew from her body, undoing the restraints in order to reposition her frame. Chase slid out from underneath her and started piling pillows behind his back near the headboard. Then he lay back against the pillows, which elevated his chest slightly. She bit her lip at the sight of Chase fisting his cock as he spread lube over his length. Then he crooked a finger at her and she crawled across the mattress.
He looked so sexy sprawled the way he was, like a sex god, one who'd stolen her heart with a single kiss. Kara captured his lips; she couldn't help but kiss him in a heady tangle of lips and tongues. He was so damn handsome it took her breath away. She drew back, releasing his bottom lip with a gentle nip.
"I love you," she said, staring into his dark eyes. And then she looked over her shoulder at Zeke. "I love you, too."
Chase pulled her face back toward him. He kissed her, saying in between brushes of his mouth against her, "You are perfect. I love you so much, Kara."
When Chase had finished, Zeke pulled her back roughly and angled her head, taking her mouth in a bruising fashion. He nipped her bottom lip.
"You belong to us now," Zeke growled. A part of her felt bereft that he didn't return the words, but knew that, given time, she could win him over. Belonging to him was enough for now, because it meant that he belonged to her, too. He positioned Kara with her back cradled against Chase. She hissed at the contact, her backside still stung and burned from the session with the cane and flogger. Chase positioned her legs so that she was straddling him and then spread them wide open with his thighs to accommodate Zeke's large frame. Chase rubbed his lips over her shoulder as he slid his penis inside her back channel. Her back arched at the decadent feel of him embedded in her rear.
Then Zeke moved into position toward her until he was nestled between their thighs. He coated more lube over his erection. Then he glared at her. "In this instance, use your damn safeword if you need it. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"And don't move until I say otherwise," Zeke bit out, holding his cock.
Kara nodded as Chase held her still. Zeke positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. He pushed inside gently, stretching the walls of her rear. She heard Chase's swift intake of breath, and pleasure speared her at being able to give him this. It seemed to take Zeke forever as he thrust shallowly and withdrew, pressing deeper and deeper with each plunge.
Kara couldn't have described how exquisite it felt experiencing two cocks in her back channel if she'd tried. The pressure from their dual members made her feel like she was being split in two. She relaxed her muscles, breathing deeply, allowing more of Zeke's long turgid length inside. The agony morphed into pleasure so huge, her body trembled and shook like a leaf being tossed about by a hurricane.
"Oh, god," Kara wailed, in a space beyond desire and need as her body reached for a higher pinnacle.
And then Zeke's full length slid home and embedded itself to the hilt inside her ass. Zeke visibly huffed with his exertion. Chase groaned in her ear. Then they both began to move, shuttling their cocks in and out. Kara was lost in tidal waves of ecstasy. It was incredible; the slide of the dual cocks filling her back channel. She was on fire. Her ass was burning up. Then Zeke began rubbing her clitoris and her head fell back against Chase.
She let go. The pleasure was so intense she could do nothing but ride the glorious waves as they bombarded her system. Zeke and Chase were thrusting together as one. The orgasm hit her system like an atom bomb. The shuddering clenching of her climax set off a chain reaction. Zeke and Chase thundered in her tight back channel as their cocks jolted and spurted inside her grasping ass. On a satisfied groan, Zeke collapsed on top of her, holding her close as they continued surging and thrusting until they were completely spent.
Kara felt her hair plastered in damp tendrils as she shifted her head and kissed Chase over her shoulder. She poured her love into each stroke of her tongue against his and he returned her kiss with a possessive command. She felt Zeke move, and pulled back from Chase and shifted her face toward Zeke. Had she ever seen his eyes a brighter and more vivid a blue? He may not have spoken the words but his feelings shone in his eyes. Her heart stuttered as she kissed Zeke, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Their tongues tangling, their mouths open, and then she switched again, still holding Zeke close. She nudged Chase's mouth open with her tongue, kissing him and then Zeke. Then the three of them were kissing each other. She withdrew her head slightly, and on a groan Chase took over kissing Zeke. Still in the throes of delicious ecstasy, Zeke kissed Chase back. It was the hottest thing Kara had ever witnessed. Chase finally unleashing his pent-up feelings, she felt the radioactive burn but didn't interfere. They needed to span this bridge together.
Kara wasn't precisely certain what startled Zeke, but suddenly he withdrew from both her and Chase like a stunned rabbit. He scrambled back to the edge of the bed. Semen coated his now flaccid member.
"What the fuck was that?" he growled, as Chase withdrew from her tender bottom. He moved her body so that she was nestled at his side, presenting a united front before Zeke. She slid her arm around his back, offering him her str
ength to say what needed to be said.
"Zeke, we love you, what's wrong?" Chase asked, with all the barriers removed and a blast of love directed at Zeke that left her a bit in awe.
"Chase, what did you say?" Zeke stilled, his back went rigid. He looked like a cage fighter preparing for a death match he was so tense.
Kara rubbed Chase's back, offering him unspoken encouragement.
"I love you, Zeke. I've wanted you for quite some time. And it seems our sub here knew it," Chase admitted, his heart shining in his eyes, his expression so tender and honest.
Zeke sputtered, "But you're a Dom? Why would you—"
"Actually, about that. I'm a switch, Zeke, and I have been bi my whole life. While I do prefer dominating a woman, I've wanted you to dominate me since we first met. I've been in love with you, man, for years. It's time you finally know it."
Zeke backed off the bed, fury emanating from his features. "So you fucking lied to me, all these years."
"Zeke, it's not like that," Kara attempted to cool Zeke's over-reactive jets. This was not how this revelation was supposed to go.
"Zeke, I never meant to lie to you, not in the way you mean. I never meant to cause you any pain. I was concerned about how you would react and didn't want to lose you. Even if I could only share a sub with you, I tried to make that enough, but I can't keep on hiding who I am. I want—"
Zeke interrupted Chase, shooting Kara a look filled with fury. "And you, you were in on this," he accused her. He glanced between the two of them. His body vibrated from the force of his anger. "The two of you deserve one another. I'm out. I don't associate with liars, no matter how good a fuck they may be."
"Zeke," Kara cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She wasn't sure how everything had twisted and turned so incredibly wrong.
"Enough. Stay away from me. Both of you. We are done."
Chase almost choked on the air. "Don't do this, Zeke. We can work this out."
"I don't want to work anything out with a pair of liars. I can't believe you of all people would betray me like this, Chase. Kara, either. I thought I knew you both better than that, but it seems I was horribly wrong."
Neither Kara nor Chase moved as Zeke stomped into the bathroom and emerged fully clothed. He headed toward the door to the hall without a backward glance at either of them.
"No," she sobbed. Tears poured down her face and she turned to Chase as his arms cradled her close, noticing the sheen of moisture in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Chase. I never meant to—"
"I know, love." He kissed her forehead and drew the sheets up over them. She cried herself to sleep in his arms, wondering how they could convince Zeke to forgive them.
Chapter 10
Zeke disembarked the plane at JFK international airport. Unlike when he'd been there a week ago, filled with the anticipation of possibilities, he had a gaping hole in his chest, right were his heart used to beat. It felt like Melissa all over again. She'd feigned interest in him and his lifestyle, then used that knowledge against him. Her lies had ended his cooking show and he had vowed then that he would never again subject himself to a relationship steeped in deceptions. How could Chase not have told him? How had he never once seen the blatant desire? Had he been that focused with narrow-minded narcissism?
And Kara, his beautiful sub, the sub he'd been waiting and yearning for all these years, had all but driven a twist of the knife with her deceit. Just thinking of her, his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He felt like the walking wounded. His world, the dreams he had held for the three of them so close within his grasp, had withered and died in the Scottish Highlands.
He strode through the airport on autopilot. Nothing penetrated his beleaguered soul. Retrieving his luggage at the baggage carousel, Zeke hailed a limousine shuttle. In the back of the sleek black vehicle, he scrolled through calls on his phone. There were calls and text messages from both Kara and Chase which he ignored. He didn't want to hear their petty lies and excuses for their deception.
His thumb hovered over the delete button. The words of Kara's last text made his breath seize up in his lungs.
It read simply: I love you.
No pleading for forgiveness or asking him to respond.
God, he loved her, had been in love with her for so long. He wanted to believe her, wanted to believe in them, but any time he thought he could try to go back to the way things had been before Chase's admission, he felt that knife slice another piece of his heart off.
Needing a distraction he shifted to his emails, finding a few from Kara and Chase that he passed over until one stopped him. It was from the producer from his cooking show, Blazing Inspirations, inquiring about whether he'd be interested in runnin his new elite bistro in Los Angeles. Zeke had always liked Byron. Byron had never been the issue with the show; nor had he been the reason why he'd walked away from it.
He checked the time, ensuring it wasn't too early on the west coast, and rang Byron.
"Zeke, my man, how the hell are you?" Byron's voice emitted through the phone.
"Good, yourself?" he responded.
"Not too shabby. Hollywood is always a bitch, but I can't complain too much. So you got my email?" Byron's southern California accent was always at crosshairs with his brisk no-nonsense attitude.
"I did."
"And, are you interested?"
"Possibly. What type of control will I have? What's the menu going to be like?" Zeke's heart stammered as Byron presented a possible escape route.
"You'll have full control over the menu. You're a fucking god in the kitchen and I think your talent has been undervalued. I want you as my head chef. I'll give you free rein to find your own staff. In fact, I want you to help me create the restaurant from the ground up. I just purchased this art deco building on Rodeo. I want my place to cater to an elite clientele who are looking to be seen and be the IT spot for Hollywood's A-listers dining. What do you say?"
"I say send me your full proposal with numbers and I will think about it," Zeke said.
"Done. It'll be in your inbox today."
"Perfect. I will look over it and get back to you by the end of the week."
"Awesome, man! Talk to you later." Byron ended their call.
Zeke stared out the window as the car entered the city. He had options, at least. It should have excited him, the thought of being given free rein over a new kitchen, but he was left feeling empty. The thrill of the hunt for new and exciting culinary frontiers was shrouded by Chase's betrayal, which sat like lead in his stomach. Five years. Chase had hidden his true feelings from him for five years. For all his perception and ability to cut through other people's bullshit, Zeke had never seen it coming with Chase.
But what really made his gut clench was the fact that Kara had been privy to Chase's little deception and had tried to help Chase, not him. He'd been in love with her since before she'd agreed to be their sub. Even now, he felt himself harden remembering her sweet little cries of ecstasy and the breathy little moans she emitted when he ate her pussy.
She fit him—them—and he felt his heart breaking over their betrayal. How had he never noticed Chase's affections for him? He loved the guy, of course he did, but he'd never gone deeper than the 'we're buds who like to top a woman together'. It made him wonder how many times they'd been with a sub where Chase had imagined it was him that Zeke was screwing.
He wasn't going to lie. Their little session with Kara on that last night, both of them penetrating her tight little ass at the same time, the feel of Chase's cock rubbing against him, had been one of the most erotic experiences of his life. It had only felt natural to kiss Chase at Kara's urging. The termagant had maneuvered them into it. Zeke had liked kissing Chase, which messed with his head. He had never considered having sex with Chase if there wasn't a woman between them. Zeke had never even thought about it; never considered the possibility.
He didn't know what he wanted to do about Chase and Kara. He loved them both, but he didn't know if
he had it in him to move past this betrayal. It undermined the trust he'd had in Chase, and the trust he begun to build with Kara.
It was ripping his heart to shreds to think of never being with Kara again, never feeling her writhe beneath him, or watch the way her pretty backside would redden when he disciplined her. It was one of his favorite things to do to her, and he knew she enjoyed being on the receiving end just as much as he enjoyed dishing it out.
His limo pulled up next to his building on the upper west side. He exited the car before the driver made it to the door, handing him a sizeable tip.
"Thank you, sir." The driver popped the trunk and hefted his luggage onto the curb.
Zeke grabbed the handle just as his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and clicked 'ignore call'. Zeke wasn't ready to talk to Chase, not by a long shot. Zeke slipped his phone back in his pocket and climbed the stairs to his brownstone.
Zeke had quite a few decisions to make, and until he did, he wasn't in the mood to talk to either of his partners.
"Anything?" Kara asked, kneading the knotted tension from Chase's shoulders. Her delicate fingers knew all the right spots to hit and he groaned. The tension from the previous night's disaster weighed heavily on him. He and Kara had comforted each other instead of going after Zeke. Whenever Zeke lost his temper or was upset, the best course of action was to leave him alone to sort out his emotions and allow his jets to cool a bit first. But then Zeke did something completely uncharacteristic of him; he left in the middle of the night, with an excuse to Declan about a family emergency. Chase and Kara had not discovered his departure until this morning. Chase felt like a hole had opened up inside his chest that just continued to expand with every passing moment.