Byron touched her face—left cheek, right—and her shoulders dropped. Left cheek, right. She released her breath. He did it again, whispering to her the whole time, and her taut expression relaxed. The door that had blocked her attempt to escape now held her upright as Byron melted the tension, calmed her down, brought her back from whatever dark place her mind had tried to go.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She took another breath. “Yes, Sir.”
Byron’s eyes flicked toward me. I nodded once and he returned it. Turning his attention back to her, he spoke again, though I couldn’t hear what he said. Her knees shook. So did my hands. Something had connected in her head, some familiar series of stimuli that had been just the right combination to trigger a flashback, and he’d quickly, calmly, intuitively caught on and brought her back before she crossed that point of no return. Before panic had taken over and we would have had to ride it out until she came back.
“Do you want to stop?”
She gulped, then shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Beat. “Sir.”
Left cheek, right. She relaxed a little more. Nodded in response to… something. The longer he spoke to her and touched her, the less tense she was. Her breathing slowed. The color returned to her cheeks. Easing myself back into my chair, it was my turn to release my breath. I knew Byron was the perfect Dom for this, and I was right. Intuitive enough to catch and calm such a panic before it started.
His hand drifted down her side, then between her legs.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes. Her back arched off the door as his hand made smooth, subtle motions on her pussy. Circling her clit with his fingertips, I guessed. Teasing her, turning her on, and it worked because now her knees shook as badly as her voice, as did the hand grasping his shoulder.
“You won’t come until I tell you to, will you?” he said.
“No, Sir.”
His shoulder dipped slightly and his hand moved, sliding farther between her legs. If her whimper was any indication, he’d slipped his fingers into her pussy.
He spoke in her other ear, so I could neither hear the words nor read his lips, but I’d heard the way he spoke to subs when he teased them. Telling her how hot and tight her pussy was, detailing exactly how he planned to fuck her, and all the while reminding her that she wasn’t to come without his permission. As Meredith gasped and trembled, it was a safe bet he was saying such things to her right then. Whatever had set her off minutes ago was a distant memory where her body language was concerned. There was no fear, no panic; he’d calmed her completely, and now he wound her up the way he wanted to.
“Oh God…” She let her head fall back against the door. Her hips moved with his hand, mirroring the slow, circular motions.
He raised his head and looked at her. “Don’t come yet, Meredith,” he growled. “I know you want to, but you won’t. Will you?”
“N-no, Sir.” She gasped again, shaking as if his fingers sent currents of electricity right down to her toes.
“And when I do allow it,” he said so softly I was surprised I could hear from where I sat, “will you come?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes. Please, yes.”
He leaned in as if to kiss her, but just before their lips touched, his formed a single, barely audible word: “Come.”
Her palms hit the door and her back lifted off it. Eyes closed, body trembling violently, she cried out between desperate gasps for breath, and his hand continued teasing her pussy until, with one last shudder, she relaxed. She grabbed his shoulders, panting and shaking while her orgasm rose, peaked, and faded.
Byron withdrew his fingers and brought his hand up. He brushed his fingertip across her lower lip. “I want you to taste yourself,” he murmured.
She held his wrist and slowly took his fingers into her mouth, releasing a soft moan as she did. While she sucked his fingers, he leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She whimpered, closing her eyes, but didn’t speak.
He gently pulled his fingers free and rested his hand on her waist. “I asked you a question, Meredith.”
She stiffened, eyes widening as she sucked in a breath. “I’m sorry, Sir, I—”
Left cheek, right. “Relax,” he whispered. “Just answer my question.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
Left cheek, right. “Good girl.”
She released her breath.
At his command, she lay on her back in such a way that I could see still see her in profile. With a mixture of arousal and nervousness in her expression, she watched him kick off his black boots and strip out of his leather pants. Her breathing quickened when he held up a condom between two fingers. While he opened it and rolled it on, her fingers curled around handfuls of the comforter.
With the condom on, he joined her, pinning her wrists to the bed. She parted her legs for him, whimpering softly as he kissed her neck.
She said something to him. Whatever it was, it caught Byron’s attention. He froze and raised his head, furrowing his brow as he asked her to repeat it. When she did, I still couldn’t hear her, but his eyebrows jumped. He stared down at her, and surprise was written all over his face, from his parted lips to his wide eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She dropped her gaze and nodded. “Please, Sir.”
He lifted her chin so she had to look him in the eye. He said something I couldn’t hear. She murmured something else. They exchanged a few quiet words. A nod, a gesture, another nod. He blinked, then offered a half shrug. Curiosity and protectiveness wanted me to ask, but I kept my mouth shut.
Byron cradled the back of her neck in one hand and kissed her. Then they separated, and he offered his hand as they both stood up.
He looked at me and mouthed, “Lube?”
My heart skipped. She wasn’t really…
I cleared my throat and gestured at the nightstand. While he reached for the drawer, Meredith got on her hands and knees. She and I made eye contact. She grinned, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t wink at me. I tried not to laugh, both from amusement and the cool rush of relief flooding through me. This wasn’t the direction I’d anticipated, but I’d run with it.
As would Byron, apparently. He sat on his knees behind her and poured some lube on his hand, then set the bottle on the bed where it would be within easy reach.
When he rested his other hand on her hip, she tensed. Suddenly she didn’t look so bold or confident. What looked good on paper wasn’t just on paper anymore.
“Relax,” Byron said softly. “It’ll just be a finger at first. I won’t hurt you.”
She nodded, slowly releasing her breath.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
His arm moved as he, presumably, slid a lubed finger into her ass. She barely made a sound, but her face said it all. Apprehension and fear made deep creases between her eyebrows. She chewed her lower lip, screwing her eyes shut.
“Just relax,” Byron said softly, running his other hand up and down her back. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”
Some of the tension in her expression eased. She exhaled through parted lips, and the crevices between her eyebrows weren’t quite so deep now.
After a couple of minutes, he said, “Can you handle two fingers?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Answer me, Meredith.”
“Yes, Sir, I can.”
“Good girl.”
She jumped and that tension returned. The sheets bunched in her hands. Byron spoke quietly to her, the words not quite reaching me, but again calming her. As he continued moving his fingers in and out of her, she relaxed. She eased her grip on the sheets. There was no fear left now, none that I could see. A little apprehension, a hint of discomfort, but no fear.
“Do you want… more?” he asked.
Gulping, she nodded.
He cleared his throat.
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly.
“Good girl.” He slid his fingers free, then picked up the lube. When the bottle clicked, Meredith glanced back at him. He smiled at her while he poured some lube in his hand.
Resting his hand on her hip again, he guided his cock to her. She held her breath and grimaced.
“Just relax, Meredith,” he said, almost whispering. “Breathe. If it’s uncomfortable or painful, just say so and I’ll stop. I promise.”
She exhaled, and as she did, he pushed against her. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. She swallowed hard, then closed her eyes and forced herself to take a long, deep breath. He pulled back. Pushed forward. Slow, smooth motions, each a little longer and probably deeper than the last.
“My God, you feel good,” he growled. “Does this feel okay?”
She nodded, then whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
All the way inside her, he held her hips for a moment, then withdrew as slowly as he’d pushed in. He kept doing this—in and out, slowly, so slowly—for a long time, giving her a chance to completely relax. And relax she did; with every stroke, the apprehension and discomfort in her face melted away. He stopped to put on some more lube, and when he started moving again, she closed her eyes and rocked back against him. She bit her lip, moaning softly.
Together, they moved faster. He groaned, thrusting a little harder. She gasped for breath between moans that bordered on sobs. Clawing at the sheets, she kept rocking back against him, harder, faster, meeting his thrusts without flinching, without any outward signs of anything but pure delirious ecstasy.
Forget watching. Just as I had done with Matt, I had to have her when he was done with her. I stood. The jingle of my belt buckle turned Meredith’s head, and when our eyes met, she whimpered and bit her lip again.
Oh, fuck, I wanted her.
I stripped as quickly as I could and got a condom out and on. I went around in front of her. While Byron fucked her, making her breath catch every time he thrust into her ass, I kissed her. She moaned into my kiss. The harder he fucked her, the more desperately she kissed me, and the more I ached to be inside her.
Not a moment too soon, Byron groaned. He thrust deep inside her, and they both shuddered.
After he’d caught his breath, he pulled out slowly. Playfully smacking her ass, he said, “She’s all yours.”
“You hear that?” I growled, gripping her hair while I kissed her again. “You’re all mine.”
She whimpered softly.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“Fuck me,” she said, panting. “Please.”
I cleared my throat.
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Left cheek, right. “Get on your back.”
She put a hand on my chest. “No, wait.”
I froze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I want you to fuck me like… he did.”
I grinned. “You like anal now, don’t you?”
Her cheeks colored a little and she shrugged. “Maybe I do.”
“I think you do.” I kissed her lightly. “Give me a second.” I leaned toward the bedside table.
With condom and lube in place, I knelt behind her. Byron was bigger than me, so there was no need for me to prep her. I kept one hand on her lower back and with the other, guided my cock to her. I met a little resistance at first, but after a moment, she relaxed. She took me easily, moaning as I slid deeper inside her.
I moved slowly at first, but she rocked back against me as she had with Byron, trying to coax me into fucking her faster. I grabbed her hair and twisted it until she yelped.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge again, Meredith,” I growled.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes, Sir.” Beat. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I loosened my grip on her hair. Steadying her hips with my other hand, I thrust into her. She whimpered, her shoulders quivering and arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.
I slowed, stopped, and withdrew. “Get on your back.”
She tensed. “Sir?”
“On your back.”
After only a second of hesitation, she moved as quickly as her trembling arms and legs would allow. Once she was on her back, renewed apprehension furrowed her brow.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir, but are you—” She caught herself, her cheeks darkening.
“What?” I leaned down and kissed her. “I’m just giving your arms a rest. It’s no more likely to hurt in this position than the other.”
She blinked. “Oh. I thought…”
I raised an eyebrow. “You thought…?”
She laughed. “Never mind.”
“No, I wasn’t going to fuck your pussy after fucking you anally.” I kissed her again. “Nothing to worry about there.” I sat up and slid my hand down her leg. I brought one ankle up to my shoulder, then the other. As I pushed my cock into her ass again, I kissed the inside of her ankle, and she shivered.
“Touch yourself,” I said, withdrawing slowly.
She reached between us. As soon as her fingers touched her clit, she gasped, screwing her eyes shut.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
I moved slowly at first, giving her more than enough time to get used to me fucking her this way before I picked up speed. When I did move faster, she loved it. I slammed into her again. Again. Again. God damn it, she felt incredible. And the sounds she made, Jesus, those breathless, whimpering moans alone were almost enough to drive me out of my mind. I closed my eyes, thrusting as fast and hard as I could, my rhythm falling apart a little more with every stroke as my orgasm closed in and closed in fast.
“Let me come, Sir,” she begged. “Please let me come.”
Through gritted teeth, I whispered, “Yes.”
Meredith came, crying out as her body bucked and squirmed beneath mine, and I kept fucking her until I couldn’t hold back anymore either. I groaned, screwing my eyes shut and thrusting as deep and hard as I could until I couldn’t move anymore at all.
We both released our breath. I eased her ankles off my shoulders, then slumped over her, alternating between kissing her gently and trying to catch my breath. When I could finally trust both my limbs and spine not to collapse under me, I pulled out and got up.
Once the condom was taken care of, the three of us fell into bed together. Meredith was between us, just as she’d been when we did this with Matt, and the blissful smile on her face told me everything I needed to know right now.
I kissed her cheek. “I didn’t realize you were going to want to do anal tonight.”
She shrugged. “Two birds, one stone.”
Byron chuckled. “Guess that’s better than two girls, one cup.”
Meredith wrinkled her nose. “Eww.” Then she looked at him. “By the way, I’m Meredith.” She extended her hand.
He laughed and shook it. “Byron.”
“I really appreciate this,” she said. “Thank you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.” He cocked his head. “Out of curiosity, when I had you up against the door…” He raised his eyebrows, letting the inquisitive expression finish the question.
Meredith’s cheeks colored and she exhaled, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I get… once in a while… flashbacks…”
Byron nodded. “Right, Scott mentioned that.”
She took a breath. “Something about being up against the wall, and having your hands on my shoulders like that, it just…” She swallowed. “It set something off in my head. It’s hard to explain, and I feel stupid for—”
“There’s nothing to feel stupid about,” Byron and I both said.
She laughed. “You two really do think alike, don’t you?”
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I shrugged. “Well, we do work well together in these scenarios.”
“I won’t argue with that.” She grinned.
“Helps when we’ve got someone like you to work with,” Byron said. He bent and kissed her. After a brief kiss, he went back for more, and she combed her fingers through his hair while he trailed his fingertips down the side of her neck.
She grinned at him. “Mmm, Scott, you didn’t tell me he’d be such a good kisser.”
“I didn’t tell you anything about him, remember?”
Byron smirked. “That, and I’m pretty sure Scott isn’t completely up to speed on my kissing prowess.”
“He’s got a point, Meredith.” I shrugged. “Though I guess I could have asked Amy or Krissy.”
“Or Charlotte,” he said.
“Is she one to kiss and tell?” I asked.
“She can be persuaded.”
Meredith laughed. “Either way, I found out for myself.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, drawing it out for a long moment. I grinned to myself at the goose bumps rising on her arms. Something told me we’d be playing with Byron again in the future.
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By the time Byron left, all three of us were exhausted. Physically, anyway. Neither Meredith nor I were ready to sleep yet, so we lounged in my bed with a couple of bottles of water.
She set her drink on the nightstand and laid back on the pillows. “I think that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, you looked like you were having a good time.”
“Mm-hmm.” She closed her eyes. “Better than I expected.”
“You did well.” I caressed her face. “You caught both of us by surprise, though, that’s for sure. I had no idea you’d want to go for anal.”
She laughed, opening her eyes. “Seemed like a good idea.”
“No complaints from me. The whole thing went better than I expected, too.” I smoothed her hair. “So, what about you? Do you think this was a step in the right direction?”
“Definitely.” She turned on to her stomach and propped herself up on her forearms. “I have to admit, though, it’s kind of a relief that it’s over.”
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