by Chloe Adler
“But I love you two.” Tears formed in my eyes.
“Yes, of course you do, sweetie, no one is doubting that. But do you love us as your family or as your mates?”
“My family, my lovers, my life.”
“It’s different,” Burgundy said. “Somehow it’s different. And now is not the time to figure out why.”
“Agreed,” said Ryder and Jared, almost at the same time.
“Now is the time to unlock your powers. Ryder?” Burgundy let go of my hands and turned to him. “Can you perform?”
He laughed in such an easy way. I admired that. Walking over to me he rained kisses along my cheekbones and neck.
“As much as we’d love to watch and even participate, I think this moment has to be one of duality.” Burgundy got up, motioning Jared to follow her out of the kitchen. “Let’s get you cleaned up and help you relax.”
Jared grinned. “Back rub?”
“Anything you need; you’ve been through hell,” Burgundy murmured, grabbing his hand and leading him into the hallway.
“Sadie.” Ryder’s hands flew up to my hair, his fingers intertwining through my curls, tugging, as his mouth greedily bore down on mine. Pulling me out of my chair, he lifted me up and sat me atop the kitchen table. My skirt rode up, the cool wood sending small shivers up my spine.
The intensity in his eyes seemed to fill the entire room. I wriggled my bottom on the cold surface. His mouth found my ear. He sucked in my lobe, his tongue darting out to lick the outer shell and then wind its way inside the hole. It was way too intimate. I worried that my ears weren’t clean but the sensation overwhelmed me. My body acquiesced, turning submissive and compliant as he nibbled.
“Ryder,” I gasped, arching up to meet him.
His leg kicked mine apart as he stepped between them, gripping my wrists tightly. I bucked my groin up to meet his, but he pulled away. So cruel. So delicious. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me. Sliding my bottom forward, he pulled my arms up over my head, using only one hand. So strong. With his other hand, he reached down, untucking my sheer cotton blouse before expertly unhooking the front clasp of my lacy red bra. My breast fit perfectly into his large hand. He kneaded the flesh slowly, looking down at me, watching for my reaction.
Instinctively I arched up again and my neck flew back as he descended upon it. His fingers played with my nipple, ever so gently twisting it as he alternated the pressure. The warmth of his tongue exploring my neck and the weight of his hands on my breasts almost brought me to orgasm and I shivered.
“Wait,” I gasped.
He stopped. “No, you can’t come yet.” His thigh rose up and pressed against my crotch.
I yelped and ground into it, knowing that I probably shouldn’t but too drunk on lust to stop.
He pushed it into me almost too hard and at the same time pinched my nipple too forcefully. I cried out as my head snapped back down and there I was, eye to eye with him.
The brown of his irises had expanded or maybe his pupils had contracted. His eyes looked deeper, more approachable. Vulnerable?
He leaned toward me and sucked in my lower lip, holding it gently between his teeth, sawing it back and forth. With impeccable precision for a leg, he pushed in and out, applying the exact amount of pressure I needed.
The gnawing on my lip increased as he worked my nipple and ground his knee against my clit, the three sensations incongruous. And yet, they wove a perfect symphony. Arousal built again and I let the warmth flow over me. Why not enjoy his ministrations? I’d stop him in a second.
Suddenly, my arms flew down to my sides, breaking free of Ryder’s grip. I almost fell backwards but he grabbed my tit tightly, holding me up. I let out a howl and he quickly put his other hand behind me and let go of my breast.
Burgundy and Jared rushed in.
“What’s going on?” Jared asked.
“No idea. Her arms just flew down.”
Burgundy was at my side, trying to pry my arms free to no avail.
“I can’t move them.” Panic rose as my heart rate increased. Heat rushed to my face.
“Shh, honey.” Burgundy was petting my head. “Let’s lay her down flat on the table,” she said to Ryder. “Jared, we need your help.”
Behind me, the table jostled and Jared grunted. “I can’t move her crystal ball off the table, it’s stuck.”
I rolled my eyes. Great, now it was working the way it should and not allowing anyone else to pick it up. “Move me to the floor,” I suggested and they did.
“It must be Aurelia. Wasn’t that a poppet she was making earlier with the wax?” Burgundy asked.
“Of course, she’s binding you,” Ryder said.
“Well, if that’s the case, you two may have a limited time before she can’t move at all,” Jared said.
“It’s okay, I’ve got this. Thank you both,” Ryder said to them.
“We’ll be in the living room if you need us,” said Burgundy their footsteps retreating.
Kneeling in front of me, Ryder spread my legs apart. I hissed in a breath expectantly. He was prying them open when they snapped shut against my will.
“Crap,” he said, looking up at me. “We weren’t fast enough.”
He leaned down and placed his lips on mine. They were warm and soft, with just a hint of roughness from the afternoon stubble that was starting to sprout. He pulled up a bit and brushed them back and forth, tenderness mixed with roughness. He licked along the seam.
“I love the way you kiss me,” I sighed into him.
“Is that all you love?” he teased, reaching a hand down and pressing it into my crotch.
I couldn’t push upward, I had to let him take the lead. It wasn’t easy. Closing my eyes, I practiced some deep breathing and let my mind clear. The only thing that was important in that moment was him. And me. Us.
“I can’t even remove your panties.” He was trying to pull them off but they ended up bunched between my legs.
“You’ll have to get creative,” I murmured into his mouth. What could be hotter than a completely compliant, completely bound female?”
His mouth and eyebrows quirked up in an almost diabolical expression. For a moment he left me there to rummage through the kitchen drawers, returning with a scissors. “If I have to saw off every article of clothing to reach your bare skin, I will.” And then, he proceeded to make good on his promise.
“I can see your hard-on through your jeans,” I panted as he hovered above me, discarding my shorn clothing in a heap. “Why don’t you take them off and let me taste you?”
Without a word he peeled off his jeans. My breath caught. He’d been going commando. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and kneeled over me backwards, straddling my face. My eyes rolled back as he forced the head of his penis into my open mouth. I loved sucking this man off.
The motions were soft at first, as if he didn’t want to overwhelm me. But I could still move my head and neck so I pushed up into him. Soon, he was pumping himself into my mouth. He tasted citrusy as I moaned around his cock.
“Oh Sadie,” he said, dropping his head to my pussy and pressing his face there to give me a quick lick. The motion was fleeting, his tongue barely touching me. I tried to protest around his length but he pushed himself deeper into my mouth, his length and girth almost choking me.
“Shh,” he whispered against my sensitive folds, causing little tingles. He blew on me, his breath whistling as the air cooled me down and heated me up at the same time. The sensations, so light, were driving me crazy. I wanted more. I wanted him to make me come. In my desire, I pushed my head upwards, forcing him even deeper into my mouth and throat.
“I know what you want, Sadie. But I won’t let you come yet,” he laughed.
Bastard. Delicious, intoxicating. Bastard.
His fingers pressed into me slowly, teasing the surface. Tickling my inner labia. Then his teeth, biting and pulling on the outer lips. I had no idea anything could feel so good. I wanted him to smother
me with his cock but he was pulling it up, only letting me have the head. I ran my tongue around it and gently sucked. He worked my pussy with his fingers and mouth, the alternating sensations of pressing, biting and licking, heightening my arousal. I allowed myself to open to him, pushing past my barriers. I wanted him to enter me but he annoyingly teased my entrance.
I pulled my head back off his cock. “Fill me. I need to feel you,” I growled.
He pressed his cock into my face. Missing my mouth, it slapped hard against my cheek. “You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t tell me what you need right now. Understand?”
“Yes,” I murmured, drunk on lust.
“You remember your safe word? From the club?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Say it.”
“Paradise.”
“That’s what you use if you need to, okay?” his voice had taken on a slightly gentler tone.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Put my cock back in your mouth.” He lifted his body and brought it back down. I wrapped my lips around him. “Do you want me to choke you with it?”
I nodded my head around him. He thrust himself down my throat at the same time his fingers thrust into my pussy pinching my clit. I gasped, choking around his girth. He continued pumping his finger inside, toward the front, hitting the tender, swollen place inside. His other finger and thumb pressed and opened against my clit. A mini surge of ecstasy bubbled upward triggering minuscule spasms throughout my artificially stiffened limbs. In response to the desire flooding through my body, the gateway to my throat opened, sucking his cock in deeper.
I was a moment away from release when he stopped. I struggled to push him out of my mouth and complain but his cock pinned me in place.
“You don’t get what you want, Sadie. You get what I want. Understand?”
I nodded and continued sucking him, trying not to think about my own desires.
He placed his mouth over my wet sex and hummed. The feeling was incredible. It wasn’t enough to make me come but the rousing sensations edged through my pussy, spreading warmly into my stomach like a flock of fireflies, their wings enlivened by a sudden gust of hot wind.
I sucked him harder to show my appreciation. He pumped himself in and out of my mouth and then went back to fingering and licking me, buoying the delicious stirrings. I was at his mercy, I couldn’t move. Every ounce of fight left me and I let him have my body completely. His tongue grazed my clit and I let out a quick shriek, trying unsuccessfully to squirm away.
His agile fingers skimmed over me, strumming and plucking at my tender flesh. Goose bumps covered my body as his touch ignited little flames and pinpricks of heat. As if he had rubbed two sticks together and then blew on the embers. They fluttered for a moment, low in my belly, before igniting. The flame grew into a surging, bright, white-hot fire.
I was on the verge of climax when the sharp edge of teeth grazed my swollen nub. I screamed around his cock and he lifted himself out of my mouth.
“Safe word?” he asked me.
“No, no, I just . . . you startled me. I was so close.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He bent down and tenderly kissed my swollen labia and clit over and over again. “You will come on my cock at the same time I fill up your pussy. Understood?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he stood up.
I heard him tear something open. A condom. A moment later he was back, straddling me, trying to push his cock inside. It was a difficult angle and he had to grab a pile of dish towels off the counter and wedge them under my ass to gently lift me.
Why did I feel like this was a defining moment? I felt cold suddenly, chilled almost to the bone, and I convulsed under him.
“What’s wrong?” He sat up and rubbed his face, then reached out gently and ran one finger along my jawline.
I rolled my eyes, more at myself than at him. “I feel nervous, I . . .”
“It’s me, you’re safe.” He leaned down and kissed along the area he had traced with his finger.
“It’s not that.”
“What then?”
“I’m afraid things are gonna change.”
“Things need to change.”
Was he referring to the same things I was? Somehow I didn’t think so, but instead of letting me wallow, he wrapped his large hand around my neck, instantly bringing me back into a state of arousal.
“Yes please,” I moaned.
He pumped himself a few times with his fist before thrusting his fingers inside me. Teasing my entrance and bud with his hand rekindled the spark. My warm fluid must have beckoned him because he pushed at my entrance with his cock before I stretched enough to accommodate him.
Firmly inside, he moved himself over me, holding himself up and kissing my lips and face. The difference between his light kisses and the hard pounding he was giving my pussy renewed the burn I’d felt earlier.
I wanted to move with him but I couldn’t, so I gave in, using the sensations to block out my growing concerns. The base of his cock pressed hard against my clit while the head massaged me from the inside out. Euphoria stamped out the small tendrils of surfacing fear. There were moments when the sensation of being bound physically pushed against the boundaries of my own mind, contrasting with the little surges of pleasure his huge rod aroused as it slid wetly against my delicate tissues. He pushed in and out of me, building a slow rhythm. The sensations were too much but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Give yourself to me, Sadie,” he breathed, taking my mouth in his. He thrust his tongue through my lips, his cock deep into my center as warmth gathered at the base of my spine. The feeling built slowly but steadily as the orgasm overtook me. A deep surge of energy uncoiled at the base of my spine and pushed upward like a hot flame along the center of my body. As it rose, it gathered more momentum, burning brighter and brighter. It rose up and through me, forcing my eyes wide open. Ryder was staring at me and I could feel his release, see it in his face. We couldn’t look away from each other, eyes locked in deep focus. Time slowed as the sensations rose further. Up. Up. Up. Through my stomach and into my heart, where they paused momentarily and we both shouted simultaneously. Then the orgasm shot through my throat, my brain and out the top of my head, like a waterfall pouring down over us. Extinguishing the fire and setting us free.
My arms and legs released and I wrapped them both around Ryder’s twitching body as we came together.
Chapter Fourteen
We lay together, intertwined like ivy creeping around a tree. My head rested on Ryder’s chest, listening to his breath. The rise and fall of it calming me. How could my mother? The thought came unbidden. All of these years, she’d made me believe I was inferior. Why? Why would she do that to me? Why wouldn’t she tell me what I was, teach me? Take me under her wing? Help me? Instead, she’d condemned me to a life of mediocrity. How long would that have lasted if I hadn’t met Ryder? And why Ryder? Why not Burgundy? Or Jared? I had to admit that there was something I felt for Ryder that was different from the way I loved either of my closest friends. I couldn’t quite place my finger on what it was. Maybe it wasn’t a what. Maybe it was a who. Maybe it was him. Plain and simple.
“Sadie.” Ryder shifted, moving back over me. His voice came out sleepy and deep. Like leaves rustling on the damp forest floor. I breathed him in, loving his scent of juniper.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel any different? Stronger, power-wise? Can you tell if anything has changed?”
“I do feel different. Like a fog has lifted from my mind. I never noticed the dull thoughts before; they seemed normal. But now there’s a sharp edge to everything. Almost like before, I was seeing the world in sepia tones, and now, it’s in high-definition color.”
“Wow. That’s a contrast.” He leaned down and brushed his nose against mine before rolling off. “We don’t need to figure this out right now but since you’re a sesso, you will need multiple sexual part
ners.”
“I will?” I laughed nervously, my heart thumping in my chest. Was it even possible to have it all or would I be forced to let something, someone go? I cleared my throat. “Even before I knew I was a sesso, I’ve always needed multiple sex partners.” I sighed, squirming a little next to him. My shoulders hunched forward as the warm feeling of humiliation rose upward. I tasted bile and looked away.
His hand found my thigh, rubbing gently and then just one finger, lightly tracing my contours. “Go on. I want to know.” Rolling to face me, he propped himself up on one elbow, focusing on my eyes.
“I’ve never had a monogamous relationship, and Burgundy and Jared have been my only long-term lovers. Men, in the past, have been too threatened to stay. Not that I was ever interested in having . . .”
“What?” Was that moisture in his eyes?
I ran my hands through my hair. “A conventional relationship.”
He smirked. “What does that mean anyway? A drunk spouse, two point five kids and a white picket fence?”
“Not that easily definable.”
“I’m listening.”
“You want me to say it?”
“I do.”
“Fine.” I looked away, crossing my arms over my chest and biting my lip. “I can’t. I was always told my desires were wrong and bad.”
“Told by whom?”
“My family. Past candy.”
“Is that what I am to you?”
I reached out to him. “No, of course not. No. You’re more than that, which is why I’m so . . .”
“Afraid?”
The lump in my throat kept me from responding outright so I just nodded. Would this be the point he turned and ran? It wouldn’t surprise me. If he stayed, that would surprise me.
His hand moved to my face again and he lifted my chin, forcing me to look back into his eyes. “If you keep me as your primary, your number one, first and foremost. If you include me. If we keep the communication open . . .” he trailed off.
“You’d consider it?” I asked hopefully.