“You may open your eyes for a moment.”
She did and was a little disappointed by how much light was pouring in from the hallway. Then she spotted the silk ties on the bed and her pulse raced. He twisted a little to the side and the light silhouetted his huge cock. Here she thought Sanford was big.
“We need to discuss a few rules.”
Did they have to? “Okay.”
“As I just stated, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Perhaps a little, but not much. Sanford and I think we know what you truly want, but in case we are wrong, we want to give you a way to communicate with us quickly.”
She nodded.
He stroked her head. “You are too good for us. Do you remember when you were exercising my arm and you would ask me my pain level?”
“Yes. One meant no pain and ten meant the worse pain you’d ever experienced.”
“Though it’s more customary to use green, yellow, and red to let us know if you want us to proceed or stop, I believe you will be more comfortable with the numbering system. So if I do anything you feel apprehensive about, you might call out six. At any time you absolutely want us to stop, yell ten.”
She didn’t think she’d ever need to say a number that high. “That works.” Actually, knowing how to say she was a little scared lowered her blood pressure.
“I’d like to tell you more, but if I wait much longer, I won’t be able to constrain myself. Are you ready, my darlin’ sub?”
“Yes, Sir.” She did not salute for fear he’d spank her for being sassy.
His eyelid drooped a little, and he seemed to study her breasts. His heavy perusal tightened the tiny buds.
“I’m constantly amazed at how beautiful you are.” He leaned over and picked up a silk scarf. “I want you to lie on your back and close your eyes again.”
This was what she’d been waiting for. She wanted to be possessed, taken, needed. Clint wrapped the soft silk around her wrists and then did something with the other end. The bed then dipped to indicate he’d moved toward the foot.
“Tug on the straps to make sure the material doesn’t chafe.”
She did, and the material actually caressed her skin. “It’s fine.”
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
“I’m a one.” She was a proud she could respond like he’d taught her.
“Good girl.”
He ran his palms over her breasts, and his callused fingers lightly scratched her. Clint Mansfield was all man, and she loved it. He licked her right nipple, and she jumped.
“Easy, darlin’. Just putting some loving on you.” His hands pressed lower, and his thumbs dipped under the elastic waist of her panties. “All day I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”
He lowered them to her thighs and wedged his face between her legs. The first lick felt like he’d plugged her in and lit her up. Sparks of delight traveled across her body. When he sat up, the lack of contact made her yearn for more. He took off her panties without any ceremony.
When he picked up her foot and tied another silk rope around her ankle, her pulse raced. He spread her leg wide, exposing her pussy, and her breath hitched.
“Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable.”
Being spread-eagle in front of a man who she hadn’t had intercourse with in two years should have made her scream the number twenty, but she kept telling herself this was Clint. “I’m okay.”
He repeated on the other side. His moan came out long. “I should take a picture of you like this and send it to Sanford.”
Her mouth opened. Before her censor engaged, she whispered, “You wouldn’t.”
He laughed. “No, darlin’, but I’m tempted. If Sanford saw this photo during his dinner, he might spit his beer all over Mr. Sayles’s expensive suit.”
She only cared if the photo reached the Internet. She’d never live it down. Being naked in front of her dream man was one thing. Being naked on the World Wide Web was another.
The bed dipped again. He crawled between her legs. Oh, God. She tried to bring her thighs together but couldn’t. She was trapped, exposed, and totally vulnerable. She’d never been this turned on.
Clint nuzzled his face against her pussy. He opened her folds and slowly swiped his tongue across her slit. She bucked and arched her back. The ties frustrated yet excited her. She wanted him to suck on her harder.
“More please.”
He moved up to her clit, and as he dipped a finger into her wetness, he flicked her sensitive nub back and forth. She clamped down on his finger, loving the pressure.
“Don’t do that. If my cock was inside you, that one move could topple me.”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“If you don’t want your fanny red, you’ll do more than try.”
Maybe this wasn’t going to work. She didn’t have enough self-control. Her stomach fluttered as he continued to twist his finger around, curving it to hit more sweet spots each time. Every swipe of his tongue edged her closer to losing all constraint.
Just when she didn’t think she could stop her climax, he pulled out and crawled on top of her. Yes! She’d finally get his cock.
“I’m so sorry for neglecting one of my favorite things about you.”
She had to think about his comment. Before she could decide what he meant, his mouth latched onto her nipple. With his free hand, he rolled the other tip. His cock sat at her entrance, teasing her, waiting for the right moment, she hoped, to impale her and fuck her hard.
With each tug, her breaths came out faster. Soon her nipples became sore and swollen. She would have thought she’d want him to stop, but the slight pinch brought streaks of glory across her body and down to her toes.
“Tug harder.”
“Does my little sub like pain?”
Never. She shunned it at all costs, but this wasn’t like any pain she’d experienced before. Joint pain and sore muscles sucked, but this was ecstasy and glory wrapped up in a sharp little package.
“Only a little.”
He chuckled. He must not have believed her. The bed sagged again and the ropes that were around her ankles disappeared.
“Get on your elbows and knees.”
A hint of fear breezed through her. As she got into position, she felt obligated to tell him she’d never had a cock in her ass. She totally understood that if she wanted to make love with both men, anal sex would be necessary, but would she even like it?
He placed a hand on her back. “Something wrong, darlin’?”
“I think I’m at a five or a six.”
He knelt behind her, leaned over, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Tell me.”
He sounded so gentle, she almost felt dumb saying anything. “I’ve never had a cock back there.”
“You won’t tonight either.”
Now she was even more embarrassed. “Oh.”
He kissed her shoulder. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I want to, but I know you aren’t ready. I’m going to put a little butt plug in your ass to stretch you out. If you sleep with it in, you’ll get used to the sensation. If it’s too terrible, you let me know, okay?”
That made her feel better. She nodded.
He kissed her ass. “I need to get something. Hold that delicious pose.”
He left the bed. By not having much contact with the bed or his warm body against hers, she became chilled. He opened and closed a drawer and returned. Paper ripped. Then something citrusy scented the air.
“Is that lube?” She was proud she had the lingo right.
“Yes, darlin’. If you don’t like the orange scent, I can buy another flavor.”
He made it sound as if the lube was meant for eating. Yuck. “Orange is good.”
First, he rubbed his hands on her rear cheeks. The slow massage started out light then progressed with more force. “This is a slow process.”
“I feel like you’re trying to tenderize meat.”
He laughed. “That’s wha
t I’m doing, but instead of a mallet, a nice firm hand works well, too, if you want me to hurry.”
She didn’t want to be spanked—at least not yet. “You wouldn’t.”
“Nope. You’re not ready for a real spanking either.”
She was happy he understood, but sometimes she wanted to make the decision. He continued to rub out the tension in her rear. Soon she relaxed and he removed his hand. A squirt of lube covered her back hole. When he dipped his finger into her anus, she clenched.
“None of that.” He tapped her rear to remind her.
He slid one hand around to her belly then traveled lower. As soon as his thumb touched her clit, she forgot about what he was doing to her rear. He pressed on her clit and when he dipped a finger into her slit, her honey dripped.
“I really need a cock.”
“Patience, little one. I’ll forgive you this time, but telling a Dom what to do isn’t wise.”
Crap. She couldn’t keep the rules straight. The inferno building inside her seemed to alter her thinking.
His finger punched past her tight, muscled ring, and there was a slight pinch, but the sensation was more one of embarrassment than discomfort.
“Give me a number, darlin’.”
“A three maybe.”
“Good. Now take a deep breath.”
She did and felt a bit better. He swirled both fingers, one in her pussy and one in her anus. The soothing rhythm excited her and calmed her at the same time. Then he removed both.
“Here goes, darlin’. Don’t freak out on me. This is a natural thing.”
His comment scared her more, but when he pressed the lubed plug against her hole, she exhaled and it slid in, her ass stretching in the process. This was no tiny thing, but it certainly wasn’t close in girth to Clint’s cock.
He had to twist it a few times to get it in. “All done. Good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Time to give that pussy of yours a treat.”
Finally.
Chapter Ten
Clint pressed against the plug in Vicki’s rear a few times. With each tap, the nerves along her back channel slowly came alive. How was that possible?
Clint didn’t give her time to ponder these new sensations before he crawled behind her and dragged his palms up her sides to her breasts and cupped them. “I love their size, their firmness, and your perfectly sized nipples.”
To punctuate his comment, he rolled the tips harder than ever before. The ache spiked straight to her heart but quickly morphed into pleasure. When the bliss drifted to her pussy, reality formed.
“That’s good, Sir.”
“Aha. You see? I do know what’s good for you.”
Maybe he did, but if he truly understood her, he’d give her his cock. He’d told her not to beg, but he didn’t say she couldn’t send out a hint. With as much subtlety as she could muster, she pressed her hips back and nudged his cock.
“Darlin’.”
She stopped at his command. He lowered his face to her back and rubbed his face against the hair brushing her shoulders. “I love how you smell like fresh flowers and your skin is as soft and smooth as liquid gold.”
She loved the way he talked. Clint massaged her breasts by squeezing his fingers in and out. In a way, she wished she could roll over and touch him all over, but she understood how not being able to reciprocate heightened her arousal. Her need for him escalated. Why wouldn’t he fuck her now?
Clint continued to play with her tits, occasionally pinching her nipples hard, then immediately rubbing out the ache. He widened her thighs with his knees.
“I want you, little sub.”
She inhaled just as he drove his cock into her halfway and stopped. Glory, joy, and yes, love abounded until his cock almost split her in two. That stupid plug in her ass had taken up all the room.
“He won’t fit, Sir.” How terrible if she was too small to accommodate both?
He kissed her shoulder then her cheek. “Don’t worry. I have it all under control.”
To show her, he pulled out and eased back in, going farther this time. The friction sent her body spiraling higher. Never had she experienced such intensity. She couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have his cock in her ass instead of the plug and Sanford’s cock in her pussy.
As if Clint couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled out and thrust in to the end. Her mouth opened and she gulped in air. Her pussy walls vibrated as his cock stretched her wide.
He grunted and she groaned. He got into a rhythm that caused her body to fill with such desire that she fought hard not to climax. They were in this together. As if he’d forgotten about her moving, when she arched her back and drove her hips backward, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he plowed into her with full force.
“You are so amazing,” he said on a whisper.
His affirmation heated her more. I love you. Only she wasn’t ready to say those words out loud. His hands moved down to her hips, and he held her still as he pistoned in and out of her. With each thrust, pinpricks of light danced behind her lids. He pushed her upward, taking her to another unknown place where her mind stood still and euphoria replaced every anxiety. With a powerful push, her body splintered and her orgasm rushed in. As every cell cheered and rejoiced, her pussy walls clamped down hard on his cock.
His fingers dug into her rear, and he yelled something that sounded animalistic. His heated cum torpedoed her back wall, catapulting her into oblivion. Even as she caught her breath, his cock continued to pulse and expand.
Clint rolled them to the side and held her tight. “I want to keep you just like this.”
She chuckled. “Kind of hard to capture the bad guy if I’m literally attached to you.”
“I know, but I can dream, can’t I?”
“Totally.”
Only when the buzzer on the oven sounded did he pull out. “Darn.” Clint raced to the bathroom and returned with a wet towel to clean her. “You hungry, darlin’?”
“Does Sanford want to win this election?”
He laughed and pulled her to a stand. “In case the future mayor comes home, let’s get you dressed unless you want a repeat performance.”
“If my pussy and nipples weren’t sore, I might consider it.” She stood and realized the plug was still in her ass. “Do I really need to keep this thing in?” She walked over to her clothes and bent down. She straightened immediately. “Yikes.”
He chuckled. “It’s for you own good.”
That seemed to be his standard phrase. Because she wanted to love both men, she’d leave the plug in. While she dressed, he turned off the timer.
“I’ll take out the food and let it cool,” he called from the kitchen.
She smiled. “Good plan.”
* * * *
Clint removed the food from the oven and headed back into his bedroom to dress. His beautiful sub was buttoning up her dress, and he leaned over and kissed her. “Thank you.”
She rotated in his arms, and his cock, which hadn’t gone down much, responded.
“For what?”
“For being you.”
If she hadn’t turned on the lights, he would have missed the blush. He stepped back and picked up his uniform. He hated wrinkled clothes, so he placed it on a hanger. Wanting to be comfortable, he stepped into his worn jeans and a flannel shirt. Barefoot suited him fine.
Vicki had finished dressing.
“Come on. I promised you dinner, and a dinner you will get.”
She hooked an arm through his, and they traipsed through the small living room to the kitchen. “I’ll set the table,” she said.
“Good.”
In companionable silence, they got the meal ready. There was something so wholesome and fulfilling about having her here. He prayed he and Sanford didn’t mess up anything, as she was the perfect woman for them both.
As soon as she put out the place settings, he brought the food and serving utensils to the table. “Oh, I almost forgot the wine.”
She liked white, which wasn’t his favorite, but he wanted her to be happy. He uncorked the bottle, poured two glasses, and brought them to the table.
“Got any candles?” she asked.
He cocked a brow. “I would know that how?”
She laughed. “If Chelsea lived here, even if it was for a short time, there will be some.”
“Let’s look.”
They charged into the kitchen and ripped open the drawers, purposefully bumping into each other. When they’d announced it was a race, he didn’t know, but he loved how Vicki seemed to grab life.
“Got ’em.” She grinned and waved the box of really short candles.
“Will they give any light? What happened to tall skinny ones or those really fat ones?”
Her laughter seeped into his skin and brought joy.
“These are tea candles. We’ll light a few just as soon as I find a match.”
“I know where they are.” He’d found them while looking for the potholders. He retrieved a pack.
Once she set them on the table, he lit them then doused the overhead light. “Much better.”
They sat across from each other. He lifted his glass, and she touched hers to his. “To Sanford’s election,” she said.
He liked that toast but would have preferred if she’d toasted to them and their future together. For now he’d take what he could, as rushing her would scare her away.
They dug into the meal, and the first bite was incredible. “This is good.”
“You sound surprised.”
Caught. “I am, because I suck as a cook.”
“No, you don’t. You did great.”
He leaned back. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Maybe next time you can come to my house to prepare another culinary feast.”
Neither culinary nor feast would apply, but he was game. “It’s a date.”
For the most part, they ate, but in between bites he managed to ask how she liked working at the campaign office so far.
Vicki finished chewing. “I really like it. Already it’s like a tight family.” She paused on the family word.
“Ever think of having kids?” He held his breath, not wanting her to know he was fishing, but he and Sanford had always talked about having a slew.
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