It had been totally overwhelming for her that first night here, when he had come to tell her and Ashley that Rowan wouldn’t need a ride home, that she would catch a ride with Jace, who she’d just met. Ash had told her that a Dom named Alistair owned and ran the Club, and it was hard to think that there would be another Dom with such an unusual name, but he hadn’t shown himself until then, so she had dismissed the possibility. She had frozen in place, her heart trying to beat its way right out of her chest, right over to Alistair like a puppy who never thought to see its master again. She’d said nothing at all, merely stared at him when Ash had introduced them, although she managed a brief nod. His grape-green eyes had flared momentarily and lingered on hers before frosting over, dismissing her. If she hadn’t been sitting down, Jackie was sure she would have collapsed, but she hid behind her practiced neutral face, the one that hid everything she didn’t trust the world to see. He hated her. That thought had struck her like an actual blow before a little voice in her head pointed out that at least he still had feelings for her, hadn’t forgotten her.
He really hadn’t changed much at all, physically. He still wore his blond hair short, although she knew it would curl if he let it grow even a little, and the barely there silver hairs at his temples made him very attractive and distinguished. He appeared to be in really good shape, although she tried not to be obvious about looking him over. He wasn’t a big tall man, but his way of presenting himself made him seem larger than life. Her heart had finally stilled its wild motion, and she’d willed her body into a semblance of nonarousal, but she thought everyone must have noticed. She and Ashley left soon afterward, with Max, and that evening was one she worked hard to bury in the depths of the walk of shame moments. Buried right alongside the reprehensible moment she broke her promise to Alistair and fled to Tulsa. Nothing against Max, but seeing Alistair again had simply put it all into perspective. The only thing that kept her from drowning in shame was the fact she had refused to fuck Max, although certain other things had taken place, all because she hadn’t known how to tell Ashley what had just happened. She had focused on Ashley that night and managed to pretend that Max really hadn’t been there at all.
Jackie accepted that she was bisexual, she totally accepted that she held Ashley fast in her heart, but after that she couldn’t imagine letting another man into what they shared, regardless of her needs. Max was never again invited to join them, no man was, and Ashley seemed to accept that Jackie wasn’t going to explain why, although it had strained things between them for awhile. And then big brother Dave came to stay with them on his way to nowhere. Dave and his big, fat mouth. Although, while she’d been really annoyed with him, her worry for him far outstripped it…
“Jackie.” Alistair’s voice was quiet, but it didn’t need to be raised to reflect his authority. Jackie snapped back to the present and blinked. Ashley was already stripped to her underwear, although ’Stair was still fully clothed. His leathers fit his slender hips like a supple glove, and the bulge in the front drew her gaze like a magnet.
“Remove your clothes.” So that was how it was going to be. Of course it was. Alistair had taken charge in the bedroom back then and would have done so out of it if she’d given him an inch. And Ashley was the more dominant in their relationship. Jackie wondered if she would survive the night, survive the pleasure. Because that was what this was about. Pleasure. Ash had finally worn her down, gotten her to agree to give this a try, although in truth her protests had been halfhearted. Once. She daren’t ask for anything more. She didn’t deserve it. Her hands curled around the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head, folding it just as Alistair expected her to. A hint of approval flickered in his eyes, and the skin over his cheekbones tightened as he stared at her breasts, confined behind her best and laciest bra. Jackie quickly dispensed with her skirt, and then her underwear, carefully placing all of it on the bench at the foot of the bed. She stood before him, widening her stance and clasping her hands behind her back.
For a moment, she worried what Alistair was seeing. She wasn’t that nubile nineteen-year-old anymore. She was a bit heavier, curvier, a mature woman, and she had no body hair. His face told her nothing, but he ate her up with his hot gaze and all her fears vanished. She was transported back in time to that night when he’d first stripped her, and for a moment Ashley didn’t exist. But only for a moment. Jackie looked to her and saw the love and lust mingling on Ash’s face. Ash had done this for her, was quietly confident and trusting, despite how unfairly Jackie had acted by not confiding in her. Jackie felt her heart swell, and tears pricked and then slipped, unbidden, down her cheeks. Alistair and Ashley were at her side in a heartbeat, surrounding her with their concern, and she smiled through the overwhelming emotion, and surrendered.
Alistair seemed to recognize it a split second before Ashley did. He fisted his hand in her hair and dragged her head back to give him access to her mouth. He ravaged it, stealing her breath and what was left of her sanity. She felt him pour a myriad of feelings out and into her as she opened for him, his tongue conquering hers, the sensation instantly familiar. Ash’s gentle touch at her breasts had her arching for more, and Alistair dropped his arm and forced her backward over it, never releasing her lips as Ashley then suckled and nipped her. Jackie’s legs failed her, and she heard Ash’s low laughter as she stepped away, leaving her swelling breasts bereft, the cooling tips beading even harder. Alistair swept her up and carried her around to the side of the big bed, laying her down on it as though she as the most fragile, precious bundle in the world. She could feel his tension. He absolutely vibrated with it.
She forced her eyes open and watched him strip away his shirt, flinging it impatiently across the room, and then force his leathers down, struggling out of them with none of the remembered control. His lean body was still that of a swimmer’s, long, firm muscles sliding under his smooth skin, although there were more scars than she remembered, and her hand lifted involuntarily, wanting to smooth the jagged one across his ribs. Then his cock came into view, long, thick, and hard, bumping his belly, the cockhead darker and wet with his need. Jackie’s pussy clenched on itself, her natural lubricant flooding in welcome, and Alistair smiled at her. The dark promise in that gentle upturn of his sculpted lips aroused her further, even as she knew that reparations would be in order at some point. She dropped her hand to the mattress, and he came to stretch his length beside her, and Ashley lay down on her other side. Surrounded. It felt heavenly, and she closed her eyes to savor it. A mouth on either nipple had them flying open. Ashley knew what women liked, and Alistair remembered what she liked. It was amazing. She reached for them both.
“Keep your hands by your sides or I’ll tie them.” Ah, the Dom was back. She obeyed and was rewarded with fingers coasting down her rib cage and over her waist and hip to lie with heavy heat on her thigh.
“Open.” Alistair went back to the torment of her breast after every command, and Jackie had to fight not to reach up and hold his head to her to avoid any further interruptions. She spread her thighs and could smell her own sweet arousal wafting up from her aching sex, mingling with Ashley’s tart scent and Alistair’s musky one. Two hands met at her apex, and she could feel only the briefest hesitation before one separated her folds and the other pushed a finger deep inside her channel only to pull out and press in again. Her nipples were on fire, and she couldn’t stop from squeezing hard on that finger. She knew it was Alistair’s by the size of it, so it had to be Ashley giving him access. Jackie shivered at the realization of how formidable a team they were already becoming and was humbled by the fact that it was because of her, for her, when she really didn’t deserve it. She widened her thighs further and arched. Alistair instantly pulled out and released her breast with one final bite on the tip, nearly to the point of very real pain. He swiveled to sit and reach for the drawer of the nightstand. Ashley, too, took her mouth away but gently soothed the abused tips with a drift of her fingertips as they both watched
Alistair pull restraints from the recesses of the drawer. Something tinkled onto the surface of the stand, and something else clunked. When he stood to loom over her, Jackie felt such a surge of excitement that she felt herself flush right up from her toes in an almost orgasmic flood of heat.
Ashley leaned away, although she laid her hand on Jackie’s abdomen as though to keep in contact and she felt grounded with the gentle touch. Alistair grasped each of her wrists without comment and tied them together above her head then knotted the restraints to the headboard. He then pulled a longer tie from beneath the mattress and placed it across her hips. Jackie saw Ashley watching with interest, and then she reached to pull the strap tight to assist Alistair. She smiled down at Jackie lovingly.
“Trussed up like a Christmas turkey waiting to be stuffed.”
“Hey!” Jackie didn’t find the analogy romantic, although the stuffing part had certain appeal.
“She tends to want to direct the action,” Alistair said quietly. “She tends to forget who’s in charge.”
Jackie locked eyes with Ashley, who again smiled, but this time with anticipation and no little heat as she pulled the rest of her clothes off. “She does that, ’Stair. Perhaps it’s time she learned, once and for all, who calls the shots.”
“But I didn’t…” Jackie tried to protest but immediately subsided when Alistair looked at her. With just that one look, he established her obedience.
“We give you your orgasms, Jackie. You were reaching for one earlier. I think it’s time we tested your control.”
Her pussy flooded at the erotic intent in his words even as she quailed. He’d taught her edge play, and she and Ashley would sometimes take one another up and then back off, over and over until the orgasms were spectacular, all the better for waiting. But with the two of them…well, she had her safe word. And then Alistair was sucking her nipples into sharp points and slipping the clamps on to screw them tight. Jackie breathed through the hit of pain and let it center itself in her pussy. When he attached a chain to either clamp and they each tugged an end, she didn’t know if she would be able to stand it. Ashley lounged negligently beside her, but her now-naked, casual stance was belied by her taut nipples and the moisture at her thighs. Her lover leaned over and dropped a kiss on her lips, licking over the seam, seeking entrance. Jackie closed her eyes and opened her mouth and kissed back and lost track of Alistair. She then felt his weight on the foot of the bed, and her legs were lifted and bent, one after the other, the heels pressed up against the outside of her buttocks and her knees spread wide.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Jackie. We never got around to shaving you. I thought I would miss your blonde curls, but I don’t.” She could feel his breath on her slit even as she processed his words. They weren’t supposed to talk about the past. That was part of the agreement. She began to stiffen, but his mouth descended upon her folds and she forgot she had an issue.
Ashley released her lips and slid a pillow under her head so they could both watch Alistair eat at her. Ash wound her fingers through her hair and stroked her scalp with her fingertips, and Jackie nearly groaned at the surfeit of attention. ’Stair’s long fingers held her wide as he licked her from taint to clit and then flickered that talented tongue into every little crevice before lancing it into her opening. Jackie moaned against the sensuous assault. She couldn’t move her hips, couldn’t lift into him, couldn’t keep him in place. His hands kept her thighs splayed and immobilized. When he turned his attention to her clit, lashing it with his tongue and then sucking it with little, unpredictable motions, she began to pant.
“Don’t come.”
She couldn’t hold back. She leaned into Ashley for support and whimpered, the begging sounds slipping past her lips like the cream from her cunt.
“You can do this, sweetheart. Wait for it.” Ash encouraged her even as Alistair pinched her clit between his teeth, the sudden sharp pain pulling her back from the brink. He licked down to her anus and turned his attention to the little puckered star. It remained an untried part of her. He hadn’t had enough time to prepare her before, and it appeared he hadn’t forgotten, although he wouldn’t know that no one had used her there. Unless Ash had told him. Jackie forced herself to relax into the stimulation, even as Ashley slid her other hand down to her folds to unerringly find her clit. The restraint held against her body’s immediate need to bow, and she sucked in a great gulp of air in preparation to fall off the cliff. And they stopped.
“Please. Please.”
“Please, what, Jackie?” Something else pressed against her anus, and she gasped. Even as she tried to tell them what she needed, it slipped up to slide through her cream and back down, nature’s lubricant easing the way. Jackie felt the unyielding object push inside, and she moaned against the burn. She strained against her binds and opened her mouth to ask for it to be taken out. She didn’t think she liked it. It was twirled and inserted further until a darker feeling bloomed within, and Jackie pushed back against it.
“I need to come! Please. Don’t leave me on the edge. Don’t.”
“We know, sweetheart. Deep breaths now.”
Jackie sucked air again as an enormous toy was nearly shoved up her pussy. Between the little thing in her ass and the big one in her front channel, she thought she might burst. Ash read her mind.
“Stuffed full, sweetheart.”
The toy was pulled out and pushed back in, out, in, the beaded surface stretching and prickling the walls of her vagina. Ashley fucked her vigorously but within her limits, knowing her body so well, and Jackie reveled in it. The nipple clamps were tugged and nearly pulled her mind off the shafting when her ass began to hum, sort of, and seemed to heat, and she wanted to scream and beg yet tried to wait. They would know the best time, if only she could just hang on. Her eyes glued themselves shut in concentration. A fingertip circled her clit as the pressure built deep within and a fingernail scraped the needy surface, and the nipple clamps were released simultaneously, the shard of pain mixing with the stretching of her cunt.
“Come.” Two voices, different in timbre, but both raspy with lust. Jackie went over and gave voice to it, clenching mindlessly, nearly screaming her release. Two sets of hands gently petted her, lowering her legs to stroke and rub the long muscles. Someone kissed her nipples, first one then the other, drifting a soothing tongue over them. Ashley. Jackie shook and quivered. Alistair and Ashley again stretched out beside her and whispered comforting, nonsensical things. After a time, the sex toys were removed, and she recognized Ashley’s special touch as a warm cloth cleaned her and an even softer one dried her. Alistair released her restraints and massaged those aching muscles, too. Life was freaking amazing, and the night was still young.
Chapter Three
Alistair had eyes only for Jackie as she rested from what had obviously been a spectacular climax, but he forced himself to look up at Ash. The other woman raised her eyes to meet his, although her fingers continued to sooth Jackie’s soft skin. She smiled at him, a conspirator’s smile, and Alistair felt himself grinning back, years of what he could now accept as grief and loss, bitterness, falling away. It was almost like he was shedding his skin, being reborn somehow. He felt absurdly grateful to this competent cop, his new partner. There was no need for words, although they’d be communicating a lot in the future. Jackie needed a firm hand, and it would probably take both of them to apply it. He already knew she must challenge Ashley on a regular basis, and he was honored to assist with her guidance and discipline.
His cock ached for release, and he assumed that Ashley, too, required it. But they both knew this first time was about Jackie, overwhelming her with passion, proving they could work well together to bring her the best pleasure while laying to rest the demons of the past. One particular demon had woken within him, and Ashley raised an eyebrow as his body language changed. An expression of understanding cloaked her face. She slipped off the bed, and he tracked her slender form as she went to the wall that held the implements
of punishment. She’d read him correctly. She took down a cane and looked at him. He gave his head a small shake, and she put it back, next choosing a paddle covered in leather. That appealed, and he nodded. He pinched one of Jackie’s nipples, and she shot up to a sitting position, instantly awake.
“Oow! What was that for?”
“Up. Put your clothes on the table against the wall. Get over the bench.”
He gave her a stern look as she stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed, and then cast a glance at Ashley. Ash gave nothing away, just stood there looking implacable, casually holding the implement of her punishment. Jackie scrambled off the bed and did his bidding. He admired her heart-shaped ass and shapely legs even as he wondered how soon he could take that bottom hole. Ash had told him Jackie was untried when they’d discussed their interests and limits, and he had been obsessing on it. He took his time, walking slowly past Jackie as she placed herself over the bench, her breasts dropping into the specially designed cutouts, her disheveled hair catching the rays of the spotlight positioned directly above her. She let her arms dangle, and he studied the line of her spine from her shoulders to the swell of her buttocks. His cock surged, and Ashley was staring at her woman, their woman, clearly aroused, her eyes narrowed and intent on Jackie’s pussy, displayed between her widely spread legs.
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