Hanging On 2: Surreal Neal [Awakenings 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Michele Zurlo

  Mistress pursed her lips at the decor. “In the morning, I’m going to have Heather take me around to see the rest of the rooms. For what we’re going to be charging, accommodations like this are a rip-off.”

  Drew sat on the bed, a licentious grin curving his sinful lips. “Our room isn’t much nicer. I sent someone for your bag of tricks.”

  Sophia jumped on him, flinging her arms around his neck and straddling him. He held her so that she didn’t bounce and fall to the floor.

  “You are the most awesome husband in the world.” She peppered his face with kisses. “What would you like to do with Neal first?”

  He shrugged, but I could tell it wasn’t the real deal. He had definite ideas. “The cross. A blindfold and a gag. And that thing with the plastic plates.”

  She cupped his face in her hands. She had done the same thing with me, but on Drew it seemed different. Where it calmed me and showed her possession, with Drew, it just looked like a loving gesture.

  “This is what you want?” As she had done with me, she was making sure he truly wanted to top me.

  He nodded. “I want to make him come with the flogger. I’ll probably need your help.”

  Hearing him say that made me hard. Though nobody had told me to, I sat down on the bed next to them. Mistress kissed Drew, and when she finished, she leaned over and kissed me. As she plunged her tongue into my mouth, I felt Drew’s hand caressing my dick through my shorts.

  When Sophia pulled away, Drew groaned and pushed me onto my back. “That is so fucking hot, Sophie. I could watch you guys kiss all day. No, scratch that. You’d have to take fuck breaks.”

  She laughed and rolled so that they flanked me. “Sounds like a plan.” Together they stripped me of my modest covering. I was already hard, and neither of them bothered to untangle me from the fabric. I hissed through my teeth as they scrunched my cock, enjoying the pain spreading through my lower regions.

  A knock on the door didn’t pause the action. While Chef answered, Mistress raked her nails up my chest and twisted a nipple. “Clamps,” she whispered. “You’re going to make a lot of noise.”

  “Kneel on the floor,” Chef said.

  “Yes, Chef.”

  Mistress released her hold on my nipple, and I scrambled to obey. We hadn’t established protocols for how he wanted me to kneel, so I chose the position that let me rest my ass on my heels. I spread my knees apart and linked my hands together behind my neck.

  “Nice posture,” Mistress said. “Now kneel up. No rest for you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” I preened under the force of her compliment.

  Chef took something out of the bag, and I recognized a vise. It had a hole in it, so my cock would not be squeezed, but my balls were about to be tortured. They knelt in front of me, and Mistress talked Chef through the process of threading my cock through and positioning my scrotum.

  Mistress tapped the front, and the whole thing rocked. “Turning this knob controls the force of the squeeze. It has a safety feature that won’t let you squish him flat, but you can cause some serious pain with it.”

  Chef went to turn the knob, but Mistress halted him with her hand on his wrist. “You should experience it first so you know what he’s feeling.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’ve used these things before?”

  She nodded.

  “You don’t have balls to test it on.”

  Mistress lifted a brow. “I have breasts.”

  The image of Mistress testing a vise on her breasts made a drop of pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock.

  Chef scowled. “The flogger?”

  “I’ve flogged you,” she said. “You know what it feels like. You’re familiar with the paddle and the crop too.”

  His scowl disappeared, replaced by his signature cocky grin. “Okay, then you squish his balls.”

  She turned the knob. At first, I felt nothing. It didn’t take long for the constricted feeling to begin—like a good stretch of my ass and inner thighs. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. Hands caressed my chest and back. A tongue licked the tip of my dick and swirled around to dab at the sensitive underside.

  My legs trembled with the effort it took to stay still.

  Mistress nibbled at my lower lip and then soothed the stings with the heat of her tongue. She wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed until I moaned, then she backed off a bit on the pressure.

  Chef came around behind me. I felt the solid warmth of his bare chest against my back, and then silk slid across my face. He pulled some hair as he tied the blindfold into place, and pleasure shot straight to my core.

  “I’m going to tie you to the cross now, Neal.” Mistress whispered in my ear, her honeyed tone promising so much more than a little bondage.

  Drew helped me to my feet and guided me into place. Mistress’s delicate hands wrapped the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I remembered watching that slave be bound like this, only she had been facing out. Mistress meant to let Chef practice on my backside, which could take more than my front side.

  Both of them touched me everywhere. With my sight gone, I was unable to focus on anything except the sensations they made me feel. By the time they finished, I was a quivering mess, forced to rely on the cuffs to stabilize me.

  Drew tugged on my ear. “Neal, what’s your color?”

  “Green.” My voice came out a little wobbly. If things progressed well, it could become slurred and unintelligible.

  One firm smack landed on my ass. From the size and the lack of sting, I guessed that Drew was trying his hand at spanking.

  “Cup your hand a little more. Otherwise this’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt him.”

  “Should he be counting?”

  “Nope. He should be enjoying.”

  Another blow came, this one centered on my left cheek. It was better. A slow warmth radiated outward. The next hit the same spot, intensifying the feeling. I wished somebody would gag me. That little ball between my lips freed me to make noises I otherwise kept inside. Chef had mentioned a gag earlier, and I’d seen one in Mistress’s bag, but now that I was blindfolded, I couldn’t see whether it was in the lineup.

  I decided I liked not knowing.

  My wandering thoughts were brought back by several more well-placed smacks. Drew had learned a thing or two watching Sophia. He varied the location and intensity, keeping me on edge and forcing me to abandon any guessing strategy.

  Mistress stood to my side. She didn’t touch me, but the sweet scent of her perfume and musk permeated my senses. The scent of a woman—wet and ready—had always held a special fascination for me. It had driven Master Geordie nuts, and he’d tried to punish that reaction out of me, but it hadn’t worked.

  Sophia smelled even better than the average woman. I could fall asleep between her thighs, inhaling her unique scent all night long.

  Her hand slid between the worn wood of the cross and my body. She wrapped her palm around my dick and pumped it along my shaft. Chef’s tempo accelerated, but Mistress’s did not. The discrepancy increased the tension. Between the plates of heavy plastic, unable to draw up, my balls throbbed.

  I might have moaned out loud against my will.

  Mistress tightened the vise a little more. That time I definitely made noise. Sweat trickled down my neck and beaded along my back.

  The erotic spanking stopped. I slumped against the cross, glad for the smoothness of the much-used wood.

  “You’re so very handsome,” Mistress whispered near my ear. “I want to send you to subspace, and then I’m going to bring you back, and we’ll use you until you can’t move anymore.”

  That sounded good to me, except I had to warn her. “Mistress, deep subspace is difficult for me to achieve. I usually go lightly.”

  Something cold moved over my ass, penetrating the heat of the sting on my skin. Ice? We hadn’t discussed cold play. I’d never considered it before.

  The cube moved under me and clanked against the vis
e, sending a wave of pain through my balls that would have sent me over the edge if the device hadn’t been preventing me from coming.

  The next thing that moved over my skin was softer and room temperature. I recognized the falls of a leather flogger as they trekked up my calves, over my thighs and butt, along my back, and up my arms.

  Breath quivered from my chest. You can always tell someone who is good with a flogger from someone who has no clue by how they begin. When they start in right away, it’s a jarring experience, almost a punishment. The slow build changed everything. I knew that Mistress wasn’t going to rush things, and I also knew that both she and Chef were watching for my reactions. This flogging was about me, and once again with these two, I felt cherished and appreciated.

  The first few licks of the falls were light. Mistress concentrated on my upper back, further sensitizing my flesh before she moved down my body. By the time she made it to my calves, an area nobody had ever attempted to flog, I was relaxed and high, a feeling I usually achieved only after a long session.

  We hadn’t been at it that long, maybe fifteen minutes? Who knew anymore? Certainly not me. Like everything else, time floated away.

  Harder blows registered vaguely in my consciousness. The alternating thud and sting sent me deeper and deeper. I heard someone moaning loudly, sharp sounds of pleasure that kept me from sliding into senselessness.

  Eventually even that didn’t work. My mind took flight. I roamed high above me, lofty and free. Cares and concerns fell away, and the weight of my existence ceased. I was everywhere and nowhere, and I really liked it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Drew

  Marks from the flogger streaked a brilliant red across Neal’s backside, covering him from his upper back to his calves. Sophie had taken Neal’s warning as a challenge, and she’d broken through his doubts to send him to a place he claimed to never have visited.

  I’d seen her do this to subs before, but she’d always been angry, working out her aggressions in a way that was mutually beneficial to her and her submissive. This was different. For the first time, I saw the need to give on her face. She was doing this because she wanted to take Neal places he’d never been. I couldn’t claim to understand what Neal was feeling, but I was beginning to see why Sophia liked being a Domme so much.

  It was a rush. I’d helped her top people before, but I hadn’t enjoyed it. I hadn’t felt connected to them or to the act. The power of making someone come or watching them make Sophia come had always turned me on, and now I’d found something else just as powerful.

  I had no illusion that this would happen with another person. Neal was special, and that’s why I’d wanted to spank him. I had wanted to make him come from spanking, but Sophia had said the vise would prevent that from happening.

  Watching Sophia flog him had been amazing. From the intensity of her concentration to the depth of his peace, it had been a highly charged event. I wanted both of them right now. I wanted to turn him around and flog the front of him, but I doubted my ability. After all, Sophia had trained for years to be as good as she was. I’d never wielded a flogger except in jest.

  “I want you to teach me how to use everything he likes.”

  We knelt on either side of Neal’s sprawled form. Sophie and I rubbed a soothing lotion into his skin, each of us taking the nearest leg. She’d removed the vice from his balls before we’d taken him down from the cross.

  She smiled. I loved her smile. I would do almost anything to elicit one from her. I loved everything about her, especially the fact that she was encouraging me to explore this new need I had to top Neal. The wonderful woman I’d married had always been supportive of me.

  “Okay. I’m not sure I’ll have time while we’re here, but I’ll teach you.”

  “I also want to fuck you.”

  The corners of her mouth turned up, and I was reminded of the first time I’d met her. She’d been a hot-shot Domme, and I’d pretended to be submissive. She’d enchanted me from the start.

  “Okay. We need to let him come out of this slowly, so we can’t move him until then.”

  “Great.” I nodded. “That should give us time.”

  Leaping across Neal’s semi-conscious body, I was careful to land on Sophia so that I knocked her flat.

  She giggled and pulled a pillow out from under her back. I tossed it to the floor, yanked up her skirt, tore away her thong, freed myself, and sank into her welcoming warmth. She wrapped her legs around me, and we established a fast rhythm. She met me, thrust for thrust, as horny for me as I was for her.

  It didn’t take long for Sophie to come. It never did after she delivered a flogging, but this time was even faster. She’d been primed and ready for so long.

  Beneath me, she slowed as spasms rocked her body and squeezed my cock. I hiked up one of her legs and slung her knee over my shoulder, opening her up even more. I swiveled my hips, aiming for and hitting her sweet spot every time.

  She writhed and shouted, crying out my name in that desperate way she had when she wanted to fight the coming orgasm because it would rob her of her precious control. I held her wrists down, using my weight to press them to the mattress. She knew she couldn’t win, and she knew the surrender was always worthwhile.

  The moment her second orgasm broke, her body stiffened. She went completely silent, not even breathing. I thrust deep twice more, but my grip on my control was tenuous at best. I came as her body shuddered and went limp beneath me.

  “I love you.” I murmured the words as I collapsed on top of her hot, sweaty body. Having effectively sent her to the same place she’d sent Neal, I didn’t expect a response.

  She trembled, and I stroked her hair.

  “Shhh, honey. Relax and enjoy.” I eased my weight from her, rolling to the side, which put me halfway on top of her and half on top of Neal.

  All was silent for a few minutes.

  * * * *

  On the way back to our room, I carried Sophie’s bag of tricks over one shoulder and supported Neal on my other side. She walked by my side, reaching out to stroke my arm every now and again. We made slow progress. Neal wasn’t one hundred percent awake, and Sophia walked like she’d been thoroughly fucked. I didn’t bother to conceal my pride.

  “Sore?”

  She giggled. I loved when she did that. “Pleasantly so.”

  “What’s the plan for when we get back to the room?”

  She cleared her throat. “I told Neal we were going to fuck him until he passes out again.”

  I looked from him to her. It seemed to me both of them were on the verge of passing out again. Though I thought I hid it well, the night had been seriously intense. I probably wouldn’t last much longer. No matter. We were here for four more days.

  By the time we made it to the elevator, Neal was alert. We hadn’t dressed him for the walk home. His collar provided all the covering he needed. I know he had said he didn’t like nudity for no reason, but he hadn’t protested the state of affairs.

  It could have something to do with the dearth of people at the resort. We encountered only one other couple, and that didn’t happen until we entered the building housing our suite. So far, I was not impressed with this purchase. It was going to cost millions to upgrade the facilities. I didn’t think we’d see a return on our investment for at least five years, perhaps longer. I made a mental note to call Lex or Stef. Before we spent any more money, we needed to get the investors together for a sit-down meeting about this place.

  Normally I would just trust my buddies to steer me toward a sound investment, but this time more was at stake for them than money. Their submissive, the love of their lives, was growing restless and bored, and they were taking steps to make sure they didn’t lose her.

  While I could appreciate and understand that sentiment—I would do anything to keep Sophia happy and by my side—that didn’t mean I wanted to throw away millions of dollars.

  “Mistress?” Neal blinked at Sophia, as if seeing her clearly
for the first time. “Are you all right?”

  Next to me, Sophia sighed, a sound of pure delight. “More than all right. Perfect. I can’t imagine anything better than being with the two of you.”

  I was startled, not by her declaration, but because I shared that sentiment as well. I felt a little guilty for thinking that way. I’d married this woman, promising to love and cherish her for the rest of my life. I had every intention of doing that, and it was unsettling to find that adding a third to our relationship improved this perfection. I mean, I thought we’d already achieved that.

  I didn’t love Sophie less. I didn’t want to be with her less. I wanted us to be with Neal more, and I wanted her to want that too.

  It seemed she did. We were on the same page. I think. She and I definitely needed to have a discussion. I slotted that in ahead of the one I planned to have with Lex and Stef. Sophia was more important. Always.

  I took a closer look at Sophia to see what had prompted Neal’s question. She looked tired, but happy. Smudges showed under her eyes, but she wore a sated smile.

  The elevator doors slid open. Neal scooped Sophia into his arms and carried her to the room. I trailed behind them, enjoying the view of Neal’s sculpted ass. Was I jealous that he was carrying my wife?

  I should have been, but I was not. She looked right in his arms, as right as she looked in mine. I let them into the suite. It was on the tip of my tongue to order Neal to strip—an order I’d heard Sophie give quite a few times to different subs—but I checked myself. The only thing left for him to take off was his collar, and I liked the way it looked on him. Sophia had good taste in everything.

  He put her down and headed toward the bathroom. I figured Sophia had given him a few minutes alone.

  I went to her and put my arms around her. “Are you up for more or do you want to go to bed?”