“Fuck, yes,” Ryder said as he started to thrust. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of A.J.’s torso, pounding him deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. I missed this ass.”
A.J. could only shudder, his face buried in his pillow. His cuffs were still attached to the headboard. Once again, the S-hooks were open. He could free himself any time he wanted. But it felt so good, knowing he was restrained for Ryder’s pleasure, the thought didn’t even occur to him. He wanted Ryder to use him. He wanted Ryder to fuck him as hard as he could, knowing A.J. wouldn’t resist. He wanted Ryder to own him, make himself come using A.J.’s body. He was their sex toy. Nothing more, nothing less.
And he fucking loved it.
Lyss must have woken the moment Ryder started fucking him. She slid over toward A.J., running one hand up and down his back while Ryder continued pounding him. The scent of her arousal filled the air, letting A.J. know just how much she enjoyed watching her husband fuck another man.
“Get ready, beautiful,” Ryder said suddenly, his words obviously directed at Lyss. “The toys I ordered for you are in the drawer, there. One of your fantasies is about to come true.”
A.J. had no idea what they were talking about. But then, it was hard to think, let alone reason, while Ryder’s glorious cock was pounding his ass. His balls were drawing up, his cock wetting the pillow under his hips. Were they going to let him come? Fuck, please let me come…
Ryder shifted back again, gripping A.J.’s ass cheeks once again as he fucked him. A.J. lost control of his vocal chords, moaning incessantly. Ryder started grunting with each hard thrust, fingers squeezing A.J. hard enough to leave bruises. And finally, when A.J. was ready to scream with the pleasure flooding his system, Ryder slammed himself deep and froze. A.J. felt his cock pulsing, felt the hot spurts of semen through the condom, and let out a healthy moan. Fuck, he loved feeling Ryder come. Maybe someday he could feel it without the condom. Maybe someday…
He lost track of the thought when Ryder pulled out and rolled to one side. A.J. waited, expecting an order to turn himself over so that Lyss could ride him.
But no such order was given. Instead, Lyss knelt behind A.J., taking a grip on his ass cheeks just like her husband had. And while A.J. was still reeling, wondering what the hell was going on, he felt the tip of something probe his ass.
Holy. Fuck. Lyss was wearing a strap-on. She was about to fuck him with a silicone dick. A faint buzzing noise filled the air as she slid the dildo into him, making him realize she had a vibrator inside the strap-on. Which meant she was fucking him for her own pleasure, not his.
“Oh, shit…oh, fuck…Lady…Sir…Fuck, I’m going to come…” A.J. gasped.
Ryder chuckled beside him, reaching over to slide a finger beneath A.J.’s collar, forcing it to tighten across the front of his throat. “Our slave seems to think we care if he comes,” he said conversationally, ignoring A.J.’s cry as Lyss started rocking her hips back and forth.
“He can come all he wants,” Lyss said in a silky, sensuous purr. “I want to use his ass to get myself off, not his cock. He can come without interfering with my pleasure. If our slave enjoys getting pegged, so much the better. I’m still going to fuck his ass until I come.”
Too much. It was all too much. Cum boiled out of his balls like molten lava exploding from a volcano, soaking the pillow beneath him. Lyss kept riding him, her fake dick slamming his sweet spot over and over again, making the orgasm intensify to mind-blowing heights. A.J. threw back his head and screamed, completely lost in it. And all the while Lyss just kept fucking him, intent on her own pleasure.
A.J. hit sub-space with the force of a freight train. The next hour passed in a blissful haze. His lovers continued using his body, trading back and forth, revving each other up while ignoring A.J. completely. He was their property. They were using him like the sex slave he was. It should have been humiliating, to be used like an object. But for him, it was the ultimate high. He wanted them to use him. He wanted them to own him. He wanted them to need his body to get themselves off. It was the ultimate affirmation of his worth. They not only wanted him, they needed him. And every time he felt one of them come, he knew he was proving his usefulness.
After the second time Lyss slammed into him and froze, shaking with the force of her orgasm, A.J. figured they were done with him. His cock was rock-hard again, more than ready to burst, but that was okay. His lovers were sated. That’s what mattered. He fully expected them to roll over and fall asleep, leaving him wanting.
He was wrong. Oh, fuck, was he ever wrong.
When Lyss recovered her senses, she lifted off his back—but the dildo remained inside him. A.J. gritted his teeth, wondering what they were planning now. He felt both of them moving around the bed, but didn’t dare look around. Ryder fiddled with the cuffs on his ankles, attaching something. Lyss unhooked his cuffs from the headboard and attached a thin strap to each one, smiling at his frown. When they were finished, they both pulled back, leaving A.J. wondering what the hell was going on.
He didn’t have long to wait.
“Turn over, on your back,” Ryder commanded. “Carefully. The straps that attached the strap-on to your Lady are now attached to your wrists and ankles. When you turn over, brace your feet on the bed, knees bent, and brace your hands with your arms straight beneath you. Do it now.”
He did, still confused, but unwilling to disobey them. It took a little time to figure out how to coordinate things and keep the dildo inside his body at the same time, but he managed it. When he was finished, A.J. found himself sitting on the dildo with the base of it pressed into the pillow that had supported his hips. The straps formed an X underneath him, keeping his wrists and ankles close together. He bit back a moan as the dildo shifted inside him, hitting his prostate. He lifted himself up—
And felt the dildo slide down, weighted by the straps. Oh, holy fuck. They’d given him a way to fuck himself on it.
A.J. looked around wildly and found his lovers curled together at the foot of the bed, watching him. Ryder had a predatory smile, while Lyss looked like she was on the edge of coming again, just from watching him. When A.J. just stared at them, thunderstruck, Ryder gave him an imperious look.
“Fuck yourself,” he commanded, completely serious. “We want to watch you ride that cock until you get off. Show us how much you want it, A.J. Fuck yourself for us.”
God. Oh, god. Fuck. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but stare at them. This was the ultimate representation of submission. Putting himself and his pleasure on display, just like a sex slave should. He almost came right then, just from the mental picture of what he must look like. But he controlled it barely in time. He wanted to give them what they asked for. Wanted to be the slave they wanted him to be. He would do this. For them.
Bracing his arms, A.J. sucked in a deep breath, did it again, then lifted his hips. The dildo stayed where it was, sliding all along his inner walls, drawing a gasp from his lips. He shuddered, looking toward his lovers to make sure they still approved. Both of them were staring at him, avid hunger in their eyes. A.J. licked his lips, braced himself, and started fucking himself.
He’d never done anything like this. Not even in private. Hell, if he were alone right now, he’d probably be embarrassed as hell. But somehow, knowing he was doing this to please the two of them made it…right. Perfectly acceptable. He was following their command, nothing more. And if seeing him do this turned them on…
Ultimate high.
As he let gravity drive him downward, Ryder started stroking his dick in time with A.J.’s movements. Lyss sprawled next to her husband, legs spread wide, her pussy on display. She rubbed her clit, eyes intent on A.J., biting her lower lip while her thighs shook. A.J. kept his gaze on them, fighting the urge to come, forcing himself to ride that fake dick like it was Ryder’s cock. Both of his lovers watched so intently, it was like he was their favorite porn star. So turned on it made his head spin, A.J. started pantin
g, slamming himself downward so hard the bed acted like a rebound board. He cried out, but didn’t stop. His cock bounced wildly with the motion, completely untouched, yet screaming with the desire to come.
But A.J. forced himself to wait. He watched his lovers pleasure themselves, watched them watching him. Ryder got to his knees and started jerking himself off right over A.J.’s body. Lyss started panting, letting out mewling little groans as her fingers worked madly against her clit. A.J. was close, fuck, he was close, but he didn’t want to come, not yet, not until his lovers did. So he rode that silicone cock, waiting, watching, until the moment Ryder closed his eyes, muscles going rigid as a deep, guttural moan poured from his lips. The first splatter of cum hit A.J.’s belly as Lyss started shaking, her head thrown back in a silent scream.
The moment he knew they were both getting off, A.J. detonated. His cum decorated his stomach and thighs, droplets spattering wildly as he ground himself down on his fake dick. The head of it hit his sweet spot, making him shout as another wave of intense, soul-shattering pleasure rocketed through him. It seemed to go on forever, far longer than he was used to. But, eventually the high lifted.
A.J. collapsed. His brain was mush. His lovers detached the straps, helping him lift off the dildo and lay on his side. He knew he should help them, offer to clean them up, get them both something to drink, take care of them, the way a good slave should. But his synapses weren’t firing in the proper order. He lay there, shaking, while the two of them cared for him, praising him endlessly.
I did it. I did what they asked me to do. I’m a part of them. Please, please let it last beyond the three-day contract.
Chapter 19
Lyss pulled into a parking space in front of their apartment, thinking, Fuck cloud nine. This cloud passed three hundred million a long-ass time ago. And all because A.J. reappeared. I can’t remember the last time I was this dang satisfied.
Cutting the car’s engine, she gathered her purse and backpack, humming happily to herself. Another sixteen-hour shift done. Time for some serious relaxation time. And, fortunately for her, she had not one, but two men devoted to seeing to her comfort. One of whom was waiting for her inside the apartment right now. The thought alone was enough to make her wet.
Their three-day weekend with A.J. had passed in a whirlwind of mind-blowing sexual encounters, each more devastating than the last. By the time the official contract came to an end, none of them gave a single thought toward ending the arrangement.
In fact, she and Ryder were already talking about asking A.J. to move in with them.
He was an absolute treasure. So achingly sweet, yet so incredibly devoted to the both of them. He took his position as their servant-slave very, very seriously, and she loved every single minute of it. Before A.J. joined them, she hadn’t truly realized how much she missed having a submissive man at her beck and call. But now…now, she was living the dream. Ryder Dominated both of them, using that deliciously twisted mind of his to come up with the most amazing sexual encounters imaginable. And when it was just her and A.J.…
Grinning, Lyss hauled her stuff out of the car and headed for their building. Ryder was stuck on a late shift tonight, which meant she had A.J. all to herself for a while. And damn if she didn’t have some major plans in mind.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, dropping her bags in the foyer. Glancing toward the living room, she saw exactly what she’d expected to see—A.J., kneeling on the carpet, head down with his wrists crossed behind his back. He wore his “uniform” from the club, meaning nothing but black boxers, cuffs, and collar. It had become their standard dress code for him, especially when they were in Lyss and Ryder’s apartment. Every day when she got home, A.J. would be kneeling there, waiting for her first command. The sight gave her chills, even as her lower belly tightened with lust.
“You look delicious, as always,” she said by way of greeting.
A.J. raised his head, smiling softly. “And you look beautiful as ever, my Lady. But tired after such a long day. I have dinner ready for you whenever you’re hungry, and a bubble bath for you to soak. I laid your comfy clothes on the bed, as requested. And I’m ready for whatever else my Lady might need from me.”
Hot damn, this man was incredible. He hadn’t been kidding when he told them he wanted to take care of them. Every night since that heartfelt plea in the Club S playroom, he’d made her dinner, gotten her bath ready, helped her brush out her hair, and given her a massage. Not once did he complain about having to pamper her. Not once did he seem put out, or like he was doing these things as a favor. He really, truly, sincerely wanted to please her.
“Dinner sounds lovely,” she told him, heading for the bedroom. She gave his shoulder a caress as she passed, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge his state of subservience. “Let me get changed, and I’ll meet you at the table.”
His “Yes, my Lady” followed her into the bedroom, making her grin again. She quickly shed the ugly purple scrubs and her bra and panties, changing into the white camisole with the matching boy-shorts A.J. had laid out for her. Chuckling to herself, she wondered who the clothes were really chosen for—her, or him.
He deserves a little thrill, she told herself silently. He deserves everything I have to give, and more.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Lyss made her way into the kitchen. A.J. had made some sort of savory stew tonight, filling the apartment with the scent of roasted meat and vegetables. She’d told him she liked to eat hot soups whenever the weather got cold, and now every time the temperature dropped below sixty, he made them for her. That he remembered such a random detail and went out of his way to take care of it for her made her heart just ache.
Seating herself, she patted the chair next to her and said, “Sit next to me, tonight.” Most nights, he knelt by her feet, waiting for her to feed him morsels from her plate. It was intensely erotic, feeding him from her own fingers. But tonight, she wanted conversation. “Eat with me, A.J.”
He bowed his head and retrieved a bowl of stew from the pot on the stove. He brought her wine and a basket of crusty bread, too, making her lick her lips in anticipation. When he finally joined her, they ate in companionable silence for a time, until A.J. finally asked her about her day. So she told him about some of the antics of the nurses, giving them both a good laugh.
“Sounds like an interesting day, my Lady,” he said, smiling warmly, though his blue eyes were too knowing. “But that’s not why you wanted to chat. Is something on your mind tonight?”
She sighed. Damn. The man could read her like a book. “Yeah, actually. Something I need to talk about with Ryder, too, but…well, I was hoping to run it by you first.”
“Of course,” he said immediately.
Lyss toyed with her spoon, pushing a piece of potato around in the bottom of her bowl. “I got…an offer, today.” She glanced up in time to see him frown, which made her laugh. “Not that kind of offer, A.J. Get your head out of the gutter.”
He grinned. “Sorry. You two bring out the worst—or, maybe it’s the best—in me.”
Lyss laughed again. “Point taken. But no, it was nothing like that. Actually, it could be a good thing. You know Sugar Land Medical Center?”
A.J. cocked his head, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You mean the huge hospital that’s right around the corner? The one less than five minutes from here?”
She nodded, then took a deep breath and blurted, “They need ER nurses. Someone emailed me today, and left me a voicemail. They want me to come work for them. They want me to leave Ben Taub and come work in their ER.”
“But, that’s fantastic!” A.J. said. “I know Ryder would be thrilled. He’s always hated that you work so far away, and for a county hospital. He’d flip if he knew you were going to a place like SLMC. Are you going to take the job?”
She shrugged, biting her lower lip. “I’m considering it. Really, I am. But…it’s just, Ben Taub needs nurses, too. If I leave them…”
“They’ll
find someone to replace you,” A.J. said instantly. “Lyss, you’re an amazing nurse. And yeah, I can see why Ben Taub would want to keep you. But if you have a chance to work for a place like SLMC…hell, I’d say jump on it. Offers like that don’t come around every day.”
She smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, love,” she said fervently. “You just helped me make up my mind. When Ryder gets home, we’ll tell him the good news.”
A.J. gave her a joyous smile, then got to his feet. “If you’re almost finished, Lady, I can get your bath ready for you. I got some bath beads for you today. The kind that make the water feel like silk against your skin. Would you allow me to get it ready for you?”
She nodded, unable to speak for a moment. She watched A.J. move around the table, gathering up their dirty dishes before heading for the bathroom. God, this man was so incredible. His ex-wife was a complete moron for letting him go. What woman wouldn’t want a strong, virile man waiting on her hand and foot? He went out of his way to take care of Lyss, anticipating her needs, remembering everything she said like it was the most important thing in the world. It wasn’t just an act for him, either. He wasn’t doing these things to curry favor, or to make her think he cared more than he did. He really wanted to pamper her. Truly wanted to make her happy.
She followed him into the master bathroom, finding the room filled with lilac-scented steam. A.J. had the tub almost full, and was dropping several purple-tinted bath beads into the water. While she watched, he poured bubble bath suds under the water running from the tap, creating a soft white foam over the top. It looked like pure heaven from her vantage point, and she didn’t waste a moment getting naked.
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