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

by Michele Zurlo

  Glancing around the dining room, she didn’t seem surprised to see it less than half full. “Bookings have fallen off sharply in the last year. I’m thinking we should close it over the winter as we upgrade everything. That way we can build it up as new and improved.” She chewed an ice cube, a sure sign of stress. “Though it’s still a gamble. Right now, this place is bleeding money. The cost of training new employees is almost as much as the electric bill.”

  A server brought the first course, a Greek antipasto. How creative. Sophia dug in, obviously starving.

  Neal watched her, amusement making his mouth quirk up on one side. “Did you skip lunch?”

  “Yes,” she said through a mouthful of food. “Heather and I were so intent on what we were doing that we forgot to eat. By the time I realized that, it was time to get dressed and come see you guys. Now I want to hear the details of your day.”

  I told her everything, including my idea about building apartments so that staff could live on the island with their families. She was receptive to the idea.

  “We could post signs and make it clear that some of the excursions are to remain PG. Samantha already talked about having an area for people in plural relationships.”

  Neal didn’t say much until I was almost finished giving Sophie a rundown of our activities. After he’d eaten his lamb, he sipped his wine. “You’ll need a school, a store, restaurant. If you expect people to live here year-round, then it’ll have to be more than an apartment complex. You’ll need to build a town.”

  I was rich, but not that wealthy. Exchanging glances with Sophia confirmed that she was on the same page.

  She frowned. “I’m not sure about this, Drew. The deeper into it we get, the more it sounds like a money pit.”

  “I’m going to talk to Lex and Stef tomorrow. We all need to get together and discuss this after we have contractors bid on the various projects.”

  She leaned her head on my shoulder. “So you’re not married to this idea of buying this place if it ends up being more than we wanted to bargain for?”

  I kissed the top of her head. “Nope. I want you to be happy. If this place is going to give you migraines, then we’ll walk away.”

  She relaxed a lot after that, but from the way Neal became more and more tense, I figured she was doing something to him under the table. When she reached over and massaged my cock through my pants, I caught a little of Neal’s problem.

  Growling, I nipped at her ear. “Honey, this isn’t the kind of place where I have to wait until I have you alone to take you up on that offer.”

  Her husky laugh let me know how much she wanted me. She turned toward me and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I met her passion with equal fervor. It wasn’t enough, so I pulled her onto my lap and slid my hand up her leg. I didn’t want to expose her, but I wanted to see her come apart in my arms.

  Neal scooted closer. He lifted Sophia’s leg and put it across his, holding it there so she could relax and enjoy what I was about to do to her.

  She was wet, and I parted her nether lips easily.

  “Drew.” She sighed my name, and I worked two fingers inside.

  She was hot, and the way she was sitting made her exceptionally tight. I knew it wouldn’t take long to push her over the edge. Her sweet spot was primed and ready. I rubbed circles over it, and it grew beneath my careful touch.

  Her grip on my shoulder tightened, and she buried her face in my neck. Juices gushed over my hand, and her sizzling little pussy convulsed around my fingers. I slowed down, drawing it out as long as I could.

  Gradually, she released my shoulder and adjusted the angle of her head so that she could breathe. I withdrew my hand. Neal took it before I could grab a napkin and sucked them clean. The sensual act made my dick pulse harder, and I struggled against the urge to shove his head in my lap.

  Sophia must have read my mind. She eased herself from her perch, halting Neal when he tried to slide back into his original seat. “No,” she said. “I want to watch you give Drew a blow job. Kneel under the table. Consider it part of your dessert.”

  As she spoke, our server returned with dessert. I wasn’t too interested in the baklava. Ginny made baklava during the high school graduation season. It was a feast for the senses. The stuff on the table in front of us didn’t look half as interesting, and that assessment had nothing to do with the sexy man kneeling between my legs.

  If the server noticed Neal, she didn’t say a word. To her credit, she remained professional the entire time. A glance around the room showed that our behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary. At another table, three men had tied a woman to their table. Their dessert had been served on stomach. Around the room, barely clothed slaves sat at attention next to their Masters or Mistresses.

  I unzipped my pants and lowered them enough to expose myself. Neal was already in position. He had his lips around my dick before I was finished. Sophia sat next to me in the place Neal had so recently vacated. She put one arm around my neck and scratched her nails through my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

  Her other hand went to the back of Neal’s head, twisting into his longer locks in a way that made him moan around me. It felt so good, and I had no chance of holding out for long. I was tinder waiting the flame of my lovers, and they delivered an inferno. I came with a shout that was louder than I intended, but I had no control over my volume.

  Sophie pulled me to her, and I slumped against her until my bones solidified and I was able to sit on my own.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  Neal kissed my cheek. “You’re welcome, Chef.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sophia

  Spending the day with Heather had been exhausting. I had forgotten how needy she could become whenever anyone challenged her authority. Though she had been accommodating, promptly getting me whatever files I needed, she had hovered over me the whole time. The only reason I wasn’t sacked out with a pint of ice cream was because I had two sexy men waiting to rock my world.

  Neal popped up again on my other side, once again sandwiching me between him and Drew. I thought about Drew’s proposal that they have me together. The idea appealed to me, which I found funny because I’d always rejected the concept out of hand, and Drew had never brought it up before. Up until now, we hadn’t even considered him taking me anally with a submissive in the room.

  As I caressed Neal’s thigh, inching closer to the bulge in his crotch, I decided that I wanted to experience that with them. Not at Elysium, though. I would wait until we got back home to have that talk.

  After what Drew had done for me and what Neal had done for Drew, dessert had lost its appeal.

  “Let’s go back to the room,” I said. “I want to tie Neal to the sawhorse and do wicked things to his man parts.”

  Neal was on his feet before I finished speaking. He had his hand under my elbow, pulling me up with him. “Yes, Mistress. That’s an excellent idea.”

  Back at our room, Drew assumed the mantle of a Dom. It made my belly do flippy things, not that Drew hadn’t cornered that market. He could do it with a suggestive look or by strutting across the room.

  “Strip.”

  Neal shed his clothes at a leisurely pace. Looking closely, I saw how his hands shook with anticipation.

  The room didn’t have many BDSM amenities, but it did have a spanking bench and a padded sawhorse. I pointed to one end of the sawhorse. “Bend over, darling. Wickedness is about to commence.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He settled himself comfortably.

  Drew had watched me secure these leather cuffs before. He buckled them around one of Neal’s ankles while I took care of the other. I pulled him back a bit so that I could easily access his cock and balls from the side, and then we bound his wrists. The sawhorse was a little short. Neal’s head hung off the other end more than I would have liked, but scooting him back more would put the edge of the sawhorse into a tender part of his stomach, and he’d just eaten.

  I extracted a
crop, a paddle, and floggers from my bag. I knew Drew wanted to try his hand at flogging Neal, but I wanted him to practice on inanimate objects first. He might be looking to inflict pain on Neal, but I knew he didn’t want to inflict the wrong kinds of pain or do anything that would permanently damage Neal.

  Drew knelt next to me. “I want you to peg him while I fuck his mouth. No blindfold. I want to see his eyes. I want to force him to be here with us, to know the face of the people giving him this pain and pleasure.”

  That was a powerful sentiment, and I shared every bit of it. I nodded. “I’m going to do some CBT first. I need to deflate his hard-on so that I can get a cock ring on him.”

  Drew laughed, a deep, melodic sound that I loved to hear. “Torturing his cock and balls won’t deflate anything. He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked it.”

  I lifted a brow. “Is that what you guys did today?” Shit, I sounded jealous. I hadn’t meant to come off that way. I was jealous of the fact that they’d been able to enjoy a boat tour, a horseback ride, and a picnic next to a waterfall while I’d been stuck inside going over numbers with Heather.

  He matched my eyebrow lift. “No. We made out a little and held hands, but that’s all. Nothing happened below the waist, and since neither of us has breasts, nothing much happened there either.”

  I laughed. Drew was good at working me, a master at knowing what to say or do to improve my mood. I kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you.”

  “Back at you, babe. Should I go get your harness and wash a couple of those lovely packaged dildos you brought along? Speaking of which, we should stock those in every room. Toys should come standard, like a mini-bar.”

  “Yes.” I answered his first question, not his suggestion. After my day, I wasn’t sure we’d be purchasing Elysium. I dug a stainless steel ring from the package I’d squirreled in one of the zippered parts of the bag.

  Neal waited patiently with his head hanging down and his eyes closed. I scoped out his cock to find it at half-mast. Without any preamble, I smacked his balls with the flap of the crop. Contrary to what Drew had predicted, he lost his semi-erect state. Neal reacted to the scene and the situation as much as to the torture. Under the right circumstances, or if he had seen me coming, he might have gone the other way.

  I squirted some lube onto my hand. “Have you ever worn a cock ring before?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He grunted. “I can hold out for hours with one of those.”

  “Great. It’s going to be quite a while before I let you come.”

  I slathered the lubricant over his softened penis. He took regular, even breaths, and I knew he was trying to control himself. In the D/s relationships that I’ve seen that lasted, the submissive and the dominant always look out for one another’s pleasure. In the ones I’ve had, I looked out for the sub, but they didn’t have much care beyond their next orgasm. Neal was different. With him, I knew my efforts were appreciated for more than what I could do for him at any given moment.

  Like Drew, he cared about me and what I wanted. It was a rare thing to find in a man.

  Drew came out of the bedroom carrying a mass of straps. He surveyed my work, watching as I tightened the ring. “Damn, that looks painful.”

  “Real men can take it,” Neal said.

  I was too busy laughing at his show of humor to respond. Drew twisted his lips wryly and slapped Neal’s ass. Neal’s cock elongated and hardened.

  “Thank you, Chef.”

  “Yes,” I said, taking the harness from him. “Thank you.” I put it on because it would take too long to do later, when the moment came. Drew helped me into the contraption, lifting my dress over my head to free me from that kind of entanglement. Or he just wanted to look at my boobs. They weren’t large, but he found them fascinating anyway.

  I tapped Neal’s sac with the flap of the crop. This time he anticipated the sting. Drew watched, his hands folded in front of his crotch.

  “Grab the paddle,” I mouthed. “Slap his thighs and his ass lightly.”

  Drew did as I suggested. Together, we formed a team, moving in synchronicity. The steady blows were punctuated by Neal’s moans. When his skin was a beautiful shade of pink, I motioned for Drew to stop.

  I lifted Neal’s head to check his pupils and his pulse. He tried to focus on me, but he couldn’t do it for very long. “Feeling good, darling?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you.” With a nod to Drew, I let him know Neal was fine. Then I nipped at Neal’s lips and kissed away the sting. “I’m going to fuck you with a dildo, and Drew is going to fuck your mouth. Do you remember your safe signal?”

  He nodded and held out three fingers, showing me that he was still coherent and aware.

  I rose to my feet, and Drew grabbed me. He kissed me hard, releasing a torrent of passion that drugged my intentions right out of me. With Neal’s back end facing us, he couldn’t tell what we were doing. Drew bent me over the back of the sofa. I planted my feet for leverage and braced my palms on the cushions. He entered me, filling me with his wide cock.

  With my world upended, I gasped and lost myself to the wonderful sensations he unleashed. He thrust into me three times, and then he withdrew. When I peeked around to see what he was up to, I realized that he planned to have Neal suck my juices from him.

  I approved of his plan, but now I wanted completion. The orgasm from dinner seemed so long ago. As distant as it was for me, it was even more so for Neal. I hadn’t let him come at all today.

  So I squeezed more lubricant onto my hand, rolled a condom onto my fake dick, and prepared his entrance. On the other end, Drew lifted Neal’s head and guided his cock into Neal’s mouth. Neal moaned, and Drew shuddered.

  Pressing slowly forward, I forced the dildo through the tight ring of muscle. Neal did his best to relax and exhale. The dildo Drew had brought me was thicker than I would have chosen by myself. As I worked it into him, I watched Neal’s hand to make sure I caught the moment he flashed a warning sign.

  It never came. I timed my thrusts to match Drew’s rhythm. By the time he came, my pussy throbbed with want, and I knew Neal was desperate. I shed the harness and the dildo. Drew and I freed him from the cuffs and helped him to stand.

  His purpled cock bobbed, the blood trapped by the ring sitting snug around his base. I couldn’t wait. I hooked an ankle behind his knee and pushed him to the floor. He controlled his fall. Drew tossed me a condom. I wasted no time tearing it open and rolling it onto him.

  Then I straddled him and sank home. He was the salve I needed. I rode him hard and came fast. He grabbed my hips to stabilize me, but when I thought he would come, he didn’t. Instead he flipped me onto my back and kept going. His hands were everywhere—stroking my skin, tweaking my breasts, hiking my knees up for a better angle.

  The sounds ripping from my throat did not sound human. I’d made them before, but only with Drew. I lost all sense of the world. My vision went black, though my mind did not desert me. I clutched his arms and shoulders, scratching with abandon as Neal stoked the fire inside me, transforming it into an inferno.

  I came apart, shattering with the force of a thousand explosions.

  When my wits returned, I found myself in bed, nestled between Drew and Neal. We were all naked. The two of them chatted amiably, discussing the merits of kale.

  My legs were bent, and I needed to stretch.

  “Welcome back, honey.” Drew kissed my cheek. “I love watching you pass out.”

  “Mistress, thank you for allowing me to pleasure you.” Neal kissed my other cheek.

  “Take your cock ring off,” I murmured.

  “Chef already did,” he said.

  I stretched gingerly, half from not wanting to disturb the way we were snuggled together, and half because my muscles had been so relaxed. My slow movements took the sheet down below waist level. Hands moved over me and crossed me so that the men could caress each other. I joined in the fun. We kissed and touched, arched and moaned, bodies rubbing in a sensual sli
de.

  I was turned on my side. Drew lifted my leg and thrust into me. I welcomed his cock home, and canted my hips to better receive him. Reaching back, I found Neal’s hardness, and I enveloped it in my palm. He pumped into it, but the position proved awkward.

  “Mistress,” he said. “Let me.”

  I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I wanted him to come, so I breathed consent. He moved closer, sealing himself to the small of my back. He thrust against my back and the curve of my buttocks. The three of us cried out in succession. I went first. Drew and Neal followed.

  Later I got up to get a glass of water, leaving them asleep in our bed. Drew tiptoed out after me, and I poured him a glass as well.

  He sat on a chair at the dinette set. “He came on you. On your back.”

  “I know.” It was the first time we’d let something like that happen. I hadn’t thought of the consequences at the time.

  I took the seat next to him. “Does it upset you?”

  Drew scratched at the pale stubble on his chin. “No. If it was anybody but Neal, it would. He’s different.”

  Drew had said that before. I agreed with him, but I didn’t know if we were on quite the same page. He had already asked me to do things with Neal that didn’t follow our rules. I looked out the sliding glass door. Lamps lit the path that led from our building toward the beach. Some were broken and needed to be replaced. Rather than sigh at the sad state of the resort, I pushed it from my mind.

  “I think he’s smitten with you,” Drew said. “I can’t tell you how many questions he asked about you. He also opened up and told me some things about himself. Did you know he was homeless when he was in Brazil?”

  I hadn’t known. It wasn’t in his official biography, sanctioned by the network. So far, Neal had stuck to that script. “How long? I thought he had been there with his former Master.”

  “Dirty bastard brought home a woman one night, got pissed at Neal for being bisexual, and then left him. He sent Neal on an errand and disappeared while he was gone. He didn’t say how long he had been on his own. There were some things I think he wasn’t ready to share.”