by Tara Rose
Shivers ran up and down her spine. “I understand, Sir.”
Where had he been hiding this? The Graham she’d lived with this past week was so unlike the man she’d known since returning to the island, and that made her heart soar. She wanted to believe that she and Nando had helped him come out of his shell this much.
As he swatted each cheek hard now, she realized how close she felt to Graham. She’d always had feelings for him, but everything this past week had intensified. Was it possible to love two men at the same time? Giselle did. So did Celina and now Jade, too.
Leta mentally shook away the thoughts. This wasn’t the time to get into a debate with herself about her feelings for Graham. Why couldn’t she simply enjoy this unexpected time with him?
The ten swats on each cheek with the glove hurt because she’d taken a lot of impact play already this week, but she didn’t mind. She’d walk around every day for the rest of her life with a sore ass if it meant having both men in her life this way. When he finished, he told her to get on her knees.
She squealed softly and did as he asked, then he told her to suck his dick. Gladly. She not only sucked it, she licked up and down the shaft, and even played with his balls. His soft moans only spurred her on, but she could tell he was holding back. He was going to prolong this and that made her want him even more.
When he withdrew, he repositioned her over his knee again and this time he pinned her legs with his right thigh. Now he meant business. The glove was off, but he swatted her with a thin leather paddle that she found challenging because it stung like fucking crazy. It was long enough to strike both cheeks at once, but that only made it hurt worse because there was no recovery time like there was when he alternated cheeks.
By the end of ten swats, her ass was on fire, but so was her desire for Graham. This time, he told her to lie on her back, and then he knelt between her legs and teased her clit and pussy lips with his teeth and tongue until she was so close to coming, her cries filled the room and she was afraid she’d pulled out some of his hair in the process. She’d grasped his head that hard.
When he stopped, she begged him to let her come, but he merely grinned and told her to get back over his knee. This was a side of Graham she’d never known existed, and she wanted to see much more of it. Once she was in position again, he swatted her with the small wooden paddle, and that she found difficult to take. But at the same time, every spot on her body tingled with excitement.
Sweat broke out along her hair line and her cries were more like grunts now. He had slowed down the interval between strikes and that helped, but it still hurt. “Bad girls get paddled, Leta. You know that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Just a few more, and then I only have one more paddle to use.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You won’t be thanking me, love.”
She shivered again at his words, and his use of the endearment. He’d called her “love” before, but this afternoon it sounded different. Almost reverent. As though it meant more than simply a pet word for her he might be trying out.
Then again, she might be reading more into it.
This time, he made her stand against the wall while he felt her up from behind, paying attention to her nipples and pushing his rock hard cock against her ass the entire time. “When we were in high school and you’d wear that cheerleader top, I used to imagine pushing you up against the wall and doing this. Shoving my hands underneath your top to feel your boobs. Did you know that?”
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Sexy images danced through her head. “No, Sir. I didn’t know that.”
“Well, I did. I wish you still had the uniform…”
“I’m sure Phoebe’s Playthings sells something similar, Sir.” She actually had a cheerleader outfit that Nando had bought for her, but it didn’t have the kind of top she knew Graham was talking about.
“Hmmm, yes, they do, come to think of it. But it’s not close enough to the one you wore in high school. We might have to shop at a competitor.”
Leta giggled and moaned as he continued his pulling and grabbing. When he finally released her, she was so ready to come it was ridiculous. She needed to be fucked so badly that if he told her to lie on the floor so he could fuck her, she gladly would. But he put her over his knee one more time like he’d said he would, and then she saw which paddle he intended to use.
“No! No, Sir, please. I can’t handle it.”
He ran the edge of the hard leather paddle with the holes in it along her ass crack until she moaned. “Are you sure?” His voice was so soft, but so enticing at the same time. She wanted to please him. The need was so strong, even more so this afternoon because this was so special. It was their first alone time together, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. But her ass was already on fire.
“What if I go very slowly, and rub your cheeks in between the swats?”
“I don’t know…”
He pushed two fingers into her pussy and she cried out as tiny contractions rocked her core. “You are so fucking wet and ready for me, love. When this is done, I promise you a good, hard fucking, just the way you love it.”
How could she say no to that?
Leta braced herself for the first strike. It hurt just as much as she’d imagined it would, but she welcomed the pain. It was all mixed up with the exquisite pleasure, and even when tears spilled over her lids by the fourth swat, she also felt cleansed and refreshed, as if this entire mock punishment had loosened the fears and worries of this past week.
She and Nando had often discussed the therapeutic benefits of impact play, but until this afternoon, Leta had never really experienced a conscious awareness of it. When Graham asked if she needed a break, or if she wanted him to slow down, she shook her head. “Sir, if it pleases you, may I have twenty with this one instead of ten?”
“Why?”
“Because I love it so much.”
He caressed her tender ass cheeks. “Because you asked in such a respectful way, I’ll give you what you want this afternoon. But I’m still going to fuck you silly when we’re done.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Tears ran freely down her cheeks by the time he was done, and her breathing came in gasps. But at the same time, the most intense joy spread through her entire being. She felt freer than she had in a long time, and closer to Graham than she’d ever felt.
He gathered in his arms and held her for a few moments, stroking her hair and back, and then he reached over to the nightstand and took out a condom. Once he had it on, he asked her to stand on the floor and lean over the bed, which she gladly did. He slid his dick into her pussy from behind, and then he told her to lie her torso flat against the bed.
From this angle, he was able to penetrate her deeply, and she grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as he slammed into her. Her climax was swift and powerful. Each thrust pushed her clit against her pussy, deepening the orgasm and never letting it subside completely. She moaned and cried out, lost in the most exquisite sea of sensations imaginable.
Graham was like a freight train, fucking her with wild abandon and strength she found mesmerizing. When he flipped her over and spread her legs, he draped her legs over his shoulders and knelt at the edge of the bed before he plunged his cock into her pussy again. They didn’t even need the lube. She was soaking wet.
As he fucked her, he cupped her face and her breasts, gazing at her with nothing short of love in his beautiful blue eyes. His hair was damp, and veins stood out on his neck. Her pussy was as tender and sore as her ass cheeks now, but she didn’t care. If he stopped, she’d be disappointed.
When he withdrew again, he asked her to lie flat on the bed, and then he slipped into her pussy from behind again. This time, he just let loose. She could feel his need to come, and since she was on her third orgasm now, she relaxed and just enjoyed the ride.
When he finally came, it took a couple of moments before he was actually finished, and then he lay on top
of her, breathing hard for long, luscious moments before letting her up. He pulled her into his arms again, and they simply held each other, letting their breathing and heart rates return to normal.
She’d never been fucked like that. Should she tell him that? Should she tell him she was falling in love with him? Maybe she’d always been in love with him and had simply never known it?
And did it even matter? She lived here now with both of them. Nando and Graham. Her two Doms. The two men she loved. That’s all she needed to know right now.
Chapter Sixteen
Leta fought to stay awake because she knew she still had to make dinner. When she finally made herself crawl out of bed, Graham was fast asleep. She let him stay that way. He’d certainly earned it.
Her body ached all over, but it was a sweet pain. She cleaned up quickly, changed her clothes, and then set about making dinner. She’d nearly finished when Graham finally came into the kitchen, his hair damp and his clothes changed as well. “I took a shower. Sorry I fell asleep. I had intended to help you cook.”
She gave him a quick kiss. “No apologies necessary, Sir. I have this under control. Sir, I have to say this. That was…it was amazing. Truly. Incredible. Thank you so much.”
Graham gave her a tender look that sent her heart fluttering, then he pulled her into his arms and held her, stroking her back. “It was for me, too. Thank you, love.”
“I like that pet name, Sir.”
He pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. “Do you? Then consider it yours.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Well, this is cozy. And what do I smell? Did you make pork and plantains?”
Leta pulled out of the embrace and knelt in front of Nando. “Yes, Sir, I sure did.”
“Thank you, pet. I’m starving. What a day.”
As they ate, Nando told them how he and Liam had started out helping Graham and Jagger with a PR plan, but because Asa was there, too, they’d left after a couple of hours because all Asa wanted to do was fight back and discredit the resort, along with Jesse and Wendy.
He gave Graham a curious glance. “Didn’t you tell her this story yet? You left the offices hours ago.”
“Not yet.”
“Did Asa continue down the same vein after Liam and I left?”
“Pretty much,” said Graham. He launched into a story about Asa going on a tirade about Jesse’s entire family, which reminded her of the conversation she’d had with Kai. She’d need to tell them about that. But that wasn’t what bothered her. It was the way Graham had skirted the issue of why he hadn’t had a chance to tell her this story. Did he intend to keep their afternoon a secret from Nando?
“Pet? You still with us?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. What did you ask me?”
He gave her a cautious look. “I asked what you did all day.”
She told them about taking pictures of the site where Kade, Elliot, and Giselle intended to build their club, and then what she and Giselle had watched at the construction site for Palace of Eris. “I told her that she, Kade, and Elliot were welcome to come over and watch fireworks from our deck, because their view wouldn’t be blocked by all those trees on their land.”
“Sure,” said Nando. “That’ll be fun. What else did you do?”
She swore he asked it in a sharp tone. A suspicious one, even. What should she say? She didn’t want any secrets between them. That was a surefire way to ruin this relationship before it had a chance to take root. She cut her gaze toward Graham, who seemed oblivious. He shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten for a week straight.
“I spotted Kai Thilenique in the market. She told me some interesting gossip about Asa and Jesse. Would it be wrong of me to repeat it now?”
“Only if she asked you not to.”
“She said I could tell the entire island if I wanted to.”
Nando laughed. “Then let’s hear it.”
She relayed the story, and both men called Asa a hypocrite.
“He’s no angel either,” said Nando. “He’s been bribing cops and judges for years. This is karma coming back to bite him in the ass.”
“He’ll come around once it’s built and he realizes how much business it’ll bring to Phoebe’s Playthings,” said Graham.
“Yeah. If his own son can’t convince him this is a good thing, maybe the bottom line will?”
“From the looks of the site,” said Leta, “the resort will be open for Christmas.”’
Nando laughed. “See? Now that’s the kind of thing that Asa will respond to. Maybe you and Jagger need to get together with Arizona and Dallas, and put that in a marketing plan to Asa? Let him approach Jesse and work with him to capitalize on this.”
Graham snorted. “Yeah. We’ll get right on that. But it is perfect. If the resort is open in time for Christmas, there will be plenty of tourist trade, and they can do their holiday shopping at Phoebe’s Playthings.”
Graham winked at Leta. “Maybe we’d better get that cheerleader outfit now, even if it’s not exactly what I had in mind, before they run out of them?”
“Cheerleader outfit?”
She swallowed hard and forced her gaze to Nando’s face, ready to spill the details of the entire afternoon, but she didn’t need to say a word. Graham spoke first, and he was on a roll. As he relayed their play and sex session to Nando in living color and graphic details, he almost sounded drunk, although none of them had touched a drop of alcohol all day.
“You punished her on your own?” Nando’s voice was small and hard. She’d rarely heard that tone, and it tore at her heart. She rose and started to gather the dirty dishes, but his hand on her arm stopped her. “Sit down, pet. We’re all talking right now, not just me and Graham.”
She did, then watched Graham’s face as Nando asked the question again.
“It wasn’t a true punishment. We were only playing around. Am I not allowed alone time with her?”
“Of course you are.” The expression on Nando’s face didn’t match his words.
“Then why are you so upset right now?”
“Because you made a decision about protocol on your own.”
“We have discussed it.”
“But we hadn’t reached a conclusion.”
Graham shook his head. “So that’s why you’re upset? Because I told her I don’t need her to kneel for me? Or are you pissed off that I had a quickie play and sex session with her while you were at work? It’s not like we’re sneaking around.”
“It feels that way to me right now.”
Leta sighed a bit louder than she’d intended to, and it earned her a glare from both men.
“You have something to say, pet?”
“Yes, Sir. But I don’t think it would add value to the conversation.”
He leaned back and regarded her with a coldness in his eyes that had her blinking back tears. “I think I’d like to hear it anyway.”
“Sir, I love you. You know that. This past week has been…I don’t even have the right words. It’s been wonderful. Living here with both of you feels so right. So normal. Like we’ve been doing it for years.”
“Thank you,” said Graham.
She cut her gaze toward him briefly before addressing Nando again. “I know you two have been having arguments, or at least heated discussions. I haven’t pushed to know what they were about because I was hoping you’d work it out on your own. But I’m afraid right now. I’m afraid because of the look in your eyes, and the tone of your voice. And I’m—”
“Oh, so this is my fault. It’s all on me. I see.” Nando pushed away from the counter and stood so quickly his stool tipped over.
Leta jumped up and reached over to touch him, but he pulled away. She couldn’t stop the tears now. Her body was ice cold and she began to tremble. “Nando, please. Don’t do this. Please. I didn’t say it was your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. I’m trying to tell you what I’m feeling right now. If we don’t keep communicating, this will never work
.”
He didn’t say anything. He merely glared from her to Graham, and back again. She’d never seen him so angry and it frightened her more than anything. She struggled for the right words. The magic words that would make this all disappear. “I love you. Sir? Nando? I love you. Please talk to me. Talk to us.”
“I know you do. But answer me this.” He cut his gaze toward Graham briefly before turning it on her again. “Do you love him, too? Are you in love with Graham? I want to know.”
Leta swallowed hard. She didn’t dare glance at Graham right now. She hardly knew the answer to that question herself, but Nando wouldn’t let this go. And he had a right to know. He was her Dom and had been for three years. He’d agreed to try this, and his struggle right now belonged to all three of them. If one of them failed, they all did.
“Sir, I am falling in love with Graham. Yes.”
His shoulders rose and fell with the effort of breathing as he stared at her. He didn’t look surprised, but he also didn’t look happy. They stared at each other a long time while every sound in the house seemed magnified. She even swore she could hear the clock ticking on the mantel in the living room, down the hall.
Finally, Nando turned and left the room without a word. She started to go after him, but Graham grabbed her arm. “Leave him alone right now. I know that look.”
“So do I, Sir.” She shook off Graham’s arm, ignoring the hurt in his eyes, and went down the hall to the room she’d shared with Nando for three years. He tossed clothes into a duffel bag, but her mind refused to believe what she was seeing. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Leta?”
“You’re leaving? Just like that? No discussion? Nothing? Why? What did I do? I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me.” Rage boiled up inside her and she couldn’t seem to stop it. It was red, hot, and angry. “I gave you the fantasy. This is what you wanted, Nando. I did it for you. Because I love you so much.”
She became aware that Graham stood in the doorway, but she still couldn’t seem to stop the words as they spilled out.