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Reconstructing Meredith (Light Switch Book 2)

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by Lauren Gallagher


  “Take off your bra.”

  Again, she obeyed. One by one, he verbally removed every article of her clothing. When she was completely naked in front of him, his gaze shifted toward me, eyebrows lifted in an unspoken, what do I do next? I gestured at the buttons of my shirt, then pointed at him, then at her. He gave a slight nod.

  To Meredith, he said, “Unbutton my shirt.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, almost whispering. Her fingers trembled while she opened the first button of his shirt. He watched her face, she watched his hands, and I couldn’t tell who was more nervous.

  Then he put his hands over hers and stopped her fingers. She looked up at him, probably wondering if she’d done something wrong. Instead of speaking, he released her hands, cupped the sides of her face, and kissed her.

  At first, she stiffened, as if she wasn’t sure what to make of this. Then she relaxed, putting her arms around his neck. I’d have pointed out that I hadn’t given her permission to put her arms around me, but he was calling the shots, and if he didn’t object, neither did I.

  He grinned at her, whispering something as he stroked her hair. When he kissed her again, she melted against him. I couldn’t help releasing a relieved breath. Nerves calmed, ice broken. Good, Matt. Good.

  With much steadier hands, she finished unbuttoning his shirt. At his command, she slid it over his shoulders. Once it was gone, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her once more.

  He broke the kiss and nodded toward the bed. “Sit on the edge.”

  She did as she was told.

  Watching them silently, I willed myself to breathe slowly, evenly, to keep any display of nerves to myself. On the outside, I probably appeared calm, cool, and collected. It was a good thing neither Matt nor Meredith could hear the way my heart pounded. I took a deep breath and held on to the armrests. I’m putting my faith and this woman in your hands, Matt.

  Sitting back and watching like this wasn’t, in and of itself, unusual for me. Kristen, my little exhibitionist, often enjoyed having me watch her with Matt or Byron, just as she sometimes had Matt watch her with me. Once in a while, I watched her with a sub if she felt like playing the Domme.

  But the Dom in me didn’t like sitting still right now. No matter how much I trusted Matt, I was worried. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him or thought he’d do wrong by her. I never would have let him near her if I had even the slightest reason to distrust him. No, it was my near-obsessive need to be right there to keep something from happening. The need to protect her, to fix any problems before they arose.

  They were both nervous enough without having reason to believe I had any apprehension. As it was, they both fed off each other. A silent “I can do this if you can” passed in every look they exchanged. One second they were as sure as if they’d been lovers for years. Then, as awkward as a pair of teenagers fumbling through their first time. The next, one’s confidence eased the other’s uncertainty.

  And in spite of his apparent nerves, he quickly got the hang of being in control and asking her to do what he wanted. He had her lie back while he knelt between her legs. As he nudged her knees apart and kissed her inner thigh, I gulped. Into another potential minefield we went. Kiss by kiss, he worked his way higher. Just before he reached her pussy, Meredith gasped. After a second, she released her breath, and that breath was ragged. Nervous.

  My heart beat faster.

  Matt looked up at Meredith. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, swallowing hard.

  He ran his hand along the top of her leg. “You sure?”

  “Yes.”

  I cleared my throat.

  “Yes, Sir,” she corrected quickly, eyes darting toward me, then Matt.

  Matt hesitated, then lowered his head to kiss her inner thigh again. He inched higher, and she chewed her lip, her eyebrows pulling together above tightly closed eyes. I couldn’t see exactly where his mouth was now, but he was close to her pussy. Very close. Getting closer.

  I knew the instant his lips made contact. Her back arched so suddenly her shoulder blades lifted off the bed for a split second, and she gasped again, the comforter bunching in her hands.

  But something wasn’t right.

  Her lips pulled into something like a grimace. Her breath caught. Again.

  Oh, shit.

  She drew a deeper breath, a deliberate intake preceding speech, and by the time she spoke, Matt had lifted his head and I was halfway out of my chair:

  “Yellow.”

  Matt flew back, palms upraised, and I was on my feet.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I sat beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Meredith, what’s wrong?”

  She covered her eyes with a shaking hand and took a few deep breaths.

  “Meredith?” I said again.

  Matt looked at me, hands still hovering in midair, uncertainty etched into his expression. I gestured for him to relax. He lowered his hands, but didn’t touch her, and his expression didn’t change.

  I stroked Meredith’s hair. “Are you okay, baby?”

  She finally nodded and sat up slowly. “I’m sorry, I’m fine, I—”

  “Don’t apologize,” Matt said softly. “This is about you. I want you to be comfortable. Did I do something wrong?”

  “No.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I just… it felt… familiar.” Her eyes met mine, and I shuddered, wondering just how close she’d been to the brink of a flashback before she’d used the safe word.

  I put my hand on her shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No.” She looked at Matt. “Just… go slow.”

  “Of course,” he said. “Was I moving too fast before?”

  “No, not really.”

  “I’ll go a little slower anyway, okay?”

  A timid smile spread across her lips. “Thank you.”

  He reached for her face, hesitating for a second. When she didn’t recoil, he rested his hand on the back of her neck and drew her into a kiss. Sinking against him, she wrapped her arms around him. When he broke the kiss, they looked at each other again, and this time her smile was anything but timid. Matt released her and sat back on his heels.

  “Are you sure you want to keep going?” I asked Meredith.

  She grinned. “I definitely do.”

  “Just say so if you want to stop.” I kissed her lightly. Then I touched her face. Left cheek, right. Her gaze shifted downward, the lingering tension melting from her shoulders, and she exhaled. Once more—left cheek, right—and I whispered, “You’re under my command now. You’ll obey anything Matt or I tell you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

  Left cheek, right. Then I stood and, for the third time this evening, said, “She’s all yours, Matt.”

  As he took over, lying her back on the bed and parting her legs once more, I took my seat again. Watching them, I rested my elbow on the armrest and thumbed my chin. In the back of my mind, I had a feeling it wasn’t just the near panic that had driven her to use the safe word. The panic was there, of that I had no doubt, but I wondered if she’d also been testing the waters. She needed to know this situation truly was under her control. Now that she’d proven it was, that she could bring everything to an instantaneous halt with the power of a single word, she could relax. It wasn’t something I encouraged my subs to do—as far as I was concerned, if a safe word was used, I’d fucked up royally as a Dom—but she was venturing into previously troubled waters. She could be forgiven for proceeding with more caution than most.

  And just as I suspected she would, she did relax.

  As Matt inched his way up her inner thigh, glancing up at her between kisses, she moaned and squirmed, but there was no resistance. She gasped when his mouth met her pussy. He looked up, pausing for a moment as if to gauge her reaction. Evidently satisfied she was aroused, not alarmed, he went down on her again.

  Whatever he did with his lips and tongue, she fucking loved it. Her entire body respon
ded, from her tightly shut eyes to her curling toes.

  “Oh God, that’s amazing,” she breathed.

  He raised his head just long enough to murmur, “I want you to play with your nipples.”

  Her breath caught. Her eyes darted toward me, and a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, but before I could jump the gun and suggest rescinding that order, she obeyed it. Her every response intensified now. Her hips twisted and squirmed beneath his arm, her back arched, and every gasp and moan was louder than the last.

  Playing with her nipples makes her crazy. I grinned behind my hand. I’ll have to remember that.

  Matt moved his head from side to side, then circled just slightly, probably mirroring what his tongue did to her clit. My mouth watered at the phantom sweetness of her pussy on my tongue, and I dug my fingers into the armrest. When his hand left her hip and his shoulder dropped, Meredith whimpered and I swore I could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers.

  “Oh God…” She sounded near tears, almost choking on the words. “Oh God, that’s amazing, fuck…”

  “Don’t come yet, Meredith.” Somehow I kept my tone calm and even.

  Writhing and moaning, she reached down and combed her fingers through his hair.

  “He didn’t say to stop playing with your nipples,” I said sharply.

  She whimpered again, this time with frustration and put her hand back on her breast. As soon as she pinched her nipple again, her back arched and her body squirmed beneath his arm. I could only imagine what he did with his mouth, but whatever it was, he didn’t relent. She writhed and trembled and gasped, and he didn’t quit, even when a violent shudder nearly levitated her off the bed.

  “Please, Sir, let me come… please…” She screwed her eyes shut. “Oh, God, oh… please, Sir…”

  “Not yet.”

  Matt’s arm moved a little faster. I had no doubt he was fucking her with his fingers, moving faster now to make her orgasm that much less avoidable. I had to resist chuckling to myself. Evil bastard. This was exactly why we worked so well together like this. She couldn’t come until I allowed it, and he knew just how to make that order as difficult as possible to obey.

  Meredith gasped and shuddered. “May— oh fuck, Sir, please…” She sucked in a breath and bit her lip. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

  In a calm, low voice, I said, “Come.”

  She let go.

  I shifted in my chair. Fuck, I was hard, and watching her come undone like this was almost unbearable. As soon as Matt’s done with you, baby, you are mine. All mine.

  He kept going until she gently pushed his head away. Lifting himself up on his arms, he came up to kiss her, but before he got to her, she grabbed the sides of his neck and dragged him down into a kiss. Deeply, passionately, borderline violently, she sought the taste of her pussy on his tongue just as she always did with me. The goose bumps on his back and arm were visible even from here, and I got a few myself.

  They exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear. Her forehead creased and she bit her lip. Matt stroked her hair, murmuring something. She nodded, and when her eyes met his, she smiled. He kissed her quickly, then stood to get rid of the rest of his clothes. He took a condom from his back pocket, then tossed his jeans on the floor beside the other discarded clothes. He tore the wrapper with his teeth.

  “Should I move over there?” She pointed toward the pillows.

  Matt shook his head. “Stay just like that.” He rolled the condom on, then stood beside the bed and pulled her hips to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he guided himself to her. Resting his weight on his arms, he moved his hips forward slowly. I had no doubt she was wet enough to take him in one deep thrust, but he was cautious. Careful. Exactly the kind of man she needed for this, when her confidence or comfort could suddenly collapse.

  “Is this okay?” he murmured.

  She nodded, saying something I didn’t hear. Then she combed her fingers through his hair and drew him down to her. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, and as he did, he thrust all the way inside her, driving a cry of pure ecstasy from her lips. Her hands clawed at his back and her toes curled.

  “Don’t come yet,” he whispered to her, just loud enough for me to hear.

  Her nails left pink streaks down his back, and the helpless, almost delirious sounds she released would have made me painfully hard if I hadn’t been already.

  There was no way in hell I was just watching. While he fucked her, growling denial after denial in response to her pleas for release, I got up and quickly got out of my clothes. My hand shook when I picked up a condom, and I didn’t even care if one of them noticed.

  I had just gotten the condom rolled on when he must have given her the word. She cried out, gasped, damn near broke down sobbing, and he just kept right on fucking her. He threw his head back and groaned. I shivered. How the hell he’d kept it together while she came like that, I didn’t know, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

  I watched them, every nerve ending in my body tingling with anticipation of being inside her. The sight of another guy didn’t do anything for me per se, but I was, like Matt, a voyeur by nature. Watching two people fuck was hot, there were no two ways about it. And knowing what he felt just then drove me insane. Her skin, her breath, her tight, hot pussy, the way she rolled her hips just right.

  Meredith whimpered something. Words, but they didn’t quite reach me. It didn’t take long to figure it out, though, because as soon as Matt said “yes,” she came again.

  I couldn’t tell what was louder—Meredith or the bed frame—but both her cries and its groans disappeared when Matt roared. He thrust into her a few more times, then shuddered and slumped over her. I breathed slowly and deeply, willing myself to be patient. Let the man get his equilibrium back, let him catch his breath, let—

  Come on, Matt, come on, you’re killing me here.

  As soon as he got up and stepped aside, I was over her. She blinked, lips parted in surprise as if she’d forgotten I was even in the room.

  I grinned and leaned down to let my lips barely touch hers. “Had enough?”

  “No, Sir,” she said, panting.

  “Good.” I thrust into her, muffling her cry with a deep kiss, and the instant my tongue met hers, the vague sweetness of her own pussy damn near drove me insane. God damn it, this woman’s body was amazing.

  While I fucked her, a chair creaked somewhere at the edge of my awareness.

  “He’s watching you now,” I whispered. “Does that turn you on?”

  She glanced in Matt’s direction. A shiver tightened her grasp on my shoulders and her pussy around my cock.

  “Do you like being watched, baby?” I thrust harder.

  She bit her lip and moaned, digging her nails into my shoulders.

  “Answer me, Meredith,” I growled. “Do you like being watched while I fuck your cunt like this?”

  Almost sobbing now, she gasped for breath and moved her hips in time with my thrusts.

  I slammed into her and stopped. “Answer me, Meredith. Does it turn you on?”

  “It—” She licked her lips, frustration furrowing her brow while her hips tried in vain to coax mine back into motion. “Yes, Sir, it does.”

  “I thought so,” I growled, and started again, thrusting deep, thrusting hard. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my orgasm at bay for a few minutes, even a few seconds. Every time she rocked her hips or gasped or raked her nails across my shoulders, though, I inched closer to losing it.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, the near-sobbing hunger in her voice driving me that much closer to crazy. “Let— May, may I come again, Sir?”

  Somehow I found my voice and whispered, “Yes, baby, come.”

  God knew which of us let go first, but less than a heartbeat after I spoke, we both came. She clawed my shoulders, her pussy squeezed my cock, I thrust as deep inside her as I could, and we both shuddered.

  Once I’d gotten rid of the condom, all three of us collapsed on
the bed. With our combined body heat, it was too hot for the blanket, but we kept the sheet over us. Matt rested a hand on her shoulder. I rested mine on her thigh. She closed her eyes, and a few times, I wondered if she’d drifted off to sleep.

  “You guys are incredible,” she slurred after a long while.

  Matt and I both laughed.

  “I’m certainly not complaining about you.” Matt turned her face toward him and kissed her.

  “Be careful,” she said.

  He grinned. “And why should I be careful?”

  She put her hand on the back of his neck. “Because if you do that too much, you might get this started all over again.”

  “Good to know,” he growled, and kissed her again. It started as a light kiss. His jaw moved a little. Then hers did. When his cheek hollowed, I bit my lip, envying him because he was deepening that kiss, tasting her mouth, breathing her in.

  While he kissed her, I trailed my fingertips down the center of her spine. Her back arched, pushing her body against his.

  He lifted her hand off his shoulder and guided it between them. He said something to her, something that came out in a low, hoarse whisper, then groaned as her arm moved slowly, rhythmically.

  I swept her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. She squirmed between us, and when I pressed my hardening cock against her ass, she whimpered into his kiss.

  “Hmm, I guess you’re right about getting this started again,” he said.

  “Told you.”

  I nipped her shoulder. “Matt, I think she might kill us both.”

  “Bring it on.” To Meredith, he said, “In fact, turn on your other side.” He nodded toward me. “Facing him.”

  Meredith hesitated, glancing uncertainly at me. The scars, I guessed. She was afraid of him seeing them.

  “Come here,” I whispered, gently drawing her to me. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.” She cast one last glance at Matt, then rolled on to her side. I slid my hand into her hair and kissed her, teasing her lips apart with my tongue.

  Matt reached for the bedside table where he knew I kept plenty of condoms. At the sound of the drawer opening, Meredith’s kiss intensified. When the wrapper tore, she reached between us and stroked my cock.

 

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