Abandoning the tea towel, he opened his arms wide, and Lily flew into his hug with a barely hidden sob.
Cyrus scooped her up, and holding her tight, proceeded to kiss her senseless until the room spun and she had to hold onto him, lest her legs gave out on her. When he finally let her come up for air, they were both breathing heavily.
“Damn, I missed you, girl, and I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”
Lily smiled up at him and shook her head.
“Unless the surprise involves several hunky firefighters, best not do that, eh?”
The swat to her ass was as unexpected as it was welcome, especially when Cyrus pulled Sloan’s shirt up and massaged that sting away. Lily bit her lip and gasped when his hands delved lower and those long digits of his ran through her slit.
“Hmm, such a naughty girl. You’d best be wet for me and not the thought of those firemen. I warn you, little subbie, I don’t share easily. Sloan is bad enough.” His grumbled words held an edge of steel, and Lily’s body responded to her Sir like a puppet on a string. More moisture coated his probing fingers, her breasts ached for his touch, and her nipples poked through the fabric of the sheer material. Cyrus bent and sucked one of those erect buds into his mouth through the fabric, and Lily whimpered her need when he used his free hand to pinch the other nipple.
Shards of sensation rolled through her as he bit and suckled and pinched and rolled her sensitive peaks, while sliding several fingers knuckle deep into her cunt. Lily dug her fingernails into his biceps and shamelessly ground her pussy against his hand as her orgasm built in waves. Being here, with his heat and scent overwhelming her, she was desperate to have her Sir inside her, and his fingers just weren’t enough.
“Please, please… I need…”
Cyrus must have come to the same conclusion because in the next instant he lifted her onto the kitchen table. Cups and his briefcase went flying, and Lily moaned the loss of his fingers when he stepped back.
“Take that fucking shirt off, lie down and let me see what’s mine, girl.”
Lily hastened to comply, the rough timbre of his voice a heavy aphrodisiac indeed. The oak felt cool under her over heated back and she shivered when Cyrus’s rough hands grabbed her thighs and spread her wide, while pulling her butt to the edge of the table.
Buttons pinged in his haste to get his own shirt off him, and then there was the creak of a chair and then Cyrus popped her legs over his shoulder so that she was completely open for him, as he sat between her legs, and looked his fill of her quivering cunt.
“Such a beautiful sight. Raise your arms and hold onto the edge of the table, girl.” He kissed the inside of her thigh when she complied immediately, and she could feel his smile in the kisses he trailed up her inner thigh. His hot breath ghosted across her wet labia, and more of her juices gushed out for him.
“Such a pretty cunt, all glistening and waiting for me to take it. What shall I do with my pussy, I wonder? As I haven’t had breakfast yet, I guess I’ll start with eating this pretty pink flesh.”
Lily almost bowed out off the table at the first lick of his talented tongue, and Cyrus laughed and bit down hard on her thigh.
“Lie still and take this for your Sir, girl. I’m mighty hungry and I want to eat what’s mine. You may come as often as you like, sweetie. In fact, I want to feed well, so make sure you give me plenty to feast on.”
The words alone sent Lily’s body into overdrive and Cyrus groaned his approval, as he went to work eating her out. With breathtaking finesse, he nibbled and sucked and licked along her vaginal lips, slit to clit and back again, while his fingers delved inside and massaged her sweet spot with unerring precision. Her first orgasm raced through her and took her breath away with its intensity, but Cyrus was far from done. On and on he pushed her, until the world faded away and all sensation centered between her thighs, and the feel of his tongue and fingers coaxing her into yet another release. His hot breath against her pussy, his fingers digging into her thighs, and his growled approval as he called her his good girl all served to make this experience even more intense for her. By the time he finally gave up, she was an utterly spent mass of feminine goo laid out on the altar of the kitchen table, and she knew she would never be able to eat off that piece of furniture again without blushing.
* * * *
Cyrus wiped his mouth and sat back to survey his thoroughly rattled subbie with a smirk of satisfaction. It was worth the ache in his pants to see her come so thoroughly undone. As much fun as it had been witnessing her fall apart from across a computer screen, nothing beat the taste and the feel of her under his tongue and fingertips. The little needy sounds she made as she hurtled toward her peak. The way her internal muscles clenched around his fingers buried deep inside her swollen cunt, the tremors that shook her frame, and the beads of perspiration that slid down her skin and met his tongue, and the musky, sweet taste of her feminine treasure. Cyrus could get addicted to the taste of her, her juices coating his tongue like the sweetest nectar, as she gave him more and yet more at his insistence.
Her pussy hole clenched in ripples and more of her juices gathered and collected at the entrance. They slowly trickled down the cleft of her butt and his cock jerked at the thought of taking her there soon. He couldn’t stop his groan and Lily opened her eyes and her passion-clouded gaze sought his. Her amazing tits fell and rose in rapid succession, and his chest swelled with his pride at the white knuckled grip she still had on the edge of the table. He knew she wouldn’t let go until he allowed her to do, and in this position, her rack was beautifully displayed for him. The hard nipples called him, and he got up from the chair, and groaned again at the ache in his balls.
“Sir?” That one whispered word made that ache intensify, and he undid his trousers and kicked them and his boxer briefs off with a sigh of relief. His junk felt heavy and swollen in his hand as he fisted himself slowly and a whimper of pure need came from his Lily.
“Please, Sir, let me help you with that?”
“All in good time, little subbie. First, let’s get you more comfortable, or should that be uncomfortable?”
Her already flushed features turned the most delightful shade of bright pink, and her musk increased further. Oh yes, this was turning her on as much as it was making him ache for her.
“Sir?”
Cyrus reached across and ran his hands up and down her body, and up her arms.
“How are you holding up there? Want some help to keep those arms suspended like this, girl? I’m talking to you, subbie. Give me an answer.”
Cyrus hid his smile as she jumped at the harsh tone he’d adopted, and she finally wrenched her gaze from his cock up to his face.
“Sorry, Sir, it’s just… Please, Sir, you don’t look comfortable.”
She didn’t know the half of it and her breathy voice made more of his pre-cum leak over his hard-as-rocks cock, but they were doing this on his terms, or not at all.
“Greedy girls do not get my cock. I’ll decide when you’ll have it, is that clear?”
Lily sulked and there was a brief flare of temper in her eyes, which he squashed by putting his hand on her throat and squeezing hard. Her eyes widened, panic temporarily setting in, until he bent his head and nuzzled her cheek. All the fight went out of her and he released his hold on her neck.
“That’s my girl. Trust me to know what I’m doing?” he asked.
“Always, Sir.” The whispered reply held a wealth of emotion and he swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. How he loved this girl, and he would tell her just as soon as this scene was over. For now they would play and enjoy themselves. He had fantasized about this during his lonely nights in his hotel room.
“That’s my girl,” he said and she smiled up at him. He gently pried her fingers off the edge of the table and massaged her arms.
“Relax for a bit, my sweet. I brought you a present. Well, several.”
Surprise registered on her face this time and he tu
rned around to rummage around in his hold all, until he found what he was looking for. Her eyes widened when she spotted the wide leather play collar he held in his hand, and he carefully watched her reaction. She wasn’t freaking like Sloan said she would, so that was a good start.
“I know it’s far too early to talk about permanent collars, but both Sloan and I would love for you to wear this collar when we play, and when it’s just us. Will you do that for us?”
Her breathing sped up and she had to clear her throat several times before she could croak out a hoarse, “yes, Sir.”
The relief that poured through his veins took Cyrus’s breath away and he noticed rather bemusedly that even his cock had deflated somewhat waiting for her answer.
“And this?” he asked, holding up the purple leash that matched the pretty collar.
A shudder went through Lily’s frame but she didn’t cry red, and after what seemed like an eternity, finally nodded and whispered her answer.
“Yes, Sir, if that’s your wish.”
Cyrus stepped closer, still keeping a close watch on her reactions as he let the leash trail up her legs. She whimpered when he ran it through her wet slit repeatedly, and then lifted it to his mouth to lick it clean.
“You have nothing to fear from this, baby,” he said and she nodded and swallowed hard when he laid it across her breasts.
He knew that the collar and leash were big steps for her. In her previous relationship with the asshole master, he had used them to humiliate her. Cyrus needed to show her that they could be used for pleasure.
He bent down to kiss her and the desperation with which she kissed him back tore at his soul. It also confirmed his conviction to do this now, rather than wait. It would just be something else for her to worry over, otherwise, and she would need all her inner strength for what was to come. Cyrus’s gut churned at what he had found out about her ex-master, and the net was tightening around him. As determined as he was to keep their Lily out of it, he also knew that he might not be able to do so. The police would need her statement. Cyrus pushed the disturbing and cock-deflating thoughts away, and lifting her head slightly secured the collar around her neck.
A tremble went through Lily as he did so, and when he was satisfied that it fitted around her comfortably, he used the d-ring to pull her up into a half-sitting position, and kissed her again. She came willingly and he tasted the salt of her tears in the kiss that followed, as she wrapped her arms around his back and held on.
“There, that’s not so bad now is it? Let me take a picture of you like this, and send it to Sloan. Time for lil bro to sweat a bit, I think, but first—” Before he could second-guess the wisdom of his actions he secured the leash to her collar and let the end trail down between her breast until the looped handle rested on her pussy. A quick glance confirmed that she was still wet for him, and getting wetter with every breath she took.
“On your knees, pretty sub, and present for your Sirs.”
The table creaked, but held firm as Lily scrambled to comply, and Cyrus thanked Sloan’s foresight in getting a solid oak table for his kitchen. No doubt his kinky brother had had such activities in mind when he’d bought the item of furniture. Cyrus knew he always liked to think of ways to pervert everyday items. That was half the fun to be had when playing at home with one’s sub. His grin split his face at that thought. His sub. He’d never set out to have a permanent submissive of his own, but fuck him if the thought of coming home to his Lily all wet and eager for him like this when he came home from one of his frequent business trips wasn’t a damn fine incentive to get the job done. Cyrus indulged himself by taking several sets of picture and sent them to Sloan.
His phone rang almost immediately and Cy laughed and put it on loud speaker so that Lily could hear.
“You’re on speaker, bro. Wanna tell our girl what you think of her like this?”
“Hot fucking damn, I’m at work here, Cy.”
Cyrus winked at a flustered looking Lily, who sat kneeling on the table in the perfect presenting pose that made him go hard as nails. Such a fucking turn-on, and he would have to fuck her soon or lose his shit like some randy teenager.
She smiled at him when he nudged her chin up with his knuckles, and licked her lips in such a seductive way, his balls drew tight. She would pay for that, the minx.
“And, bro?” he asked while stroking his heavy erection and hissing through his teeth as pleasure shot through him. “Call it pay back for all the times you two did this to me over the last month.” Lily’s smile deepened and she flicked a glance up at him before she brought her gaze back to the actions of his hand. More of her feminine juices coated her thighs, and Cyrus groaned under his breath.
“You’re a fucking sadist, Cyrus.”
Sloan’s strangled answer came through loud and clear and Cyrus laughed.
“Takes one to know one, bro. Just wanted you to know that I’m about to fuck our girl’s brains out.” A whimper escaped Lily and she got wetter still, and Cyrus pumped his shaft faster. He wouldn’t last five minutes inside her, but he knew what to do about that. “I’d let you watch, but of course you’re at work, so you can’t. Tough luck, bro. Suffice to say by the time you come home tonight, we’ll have christened every surface in this house, so be careful where you step.”
Cyrus cut his brother off mid swearing, and turned the phone off with a chuckle, as he turned to Lily.
“Now, what is my delightful little subbie going to do about this?” he asked, gesturing to his cock.
Chapter Thirteen
Oh, she knew exactly what she was going to do about that massive erection her Sir was sporting. Her body ached, in fact, in readiness to be taken by Cyrus any which way he chose to. This is what she needed, had craved even, since the asshole had let her go. The knowledge that she was owned, body, mind, and soul, at least for that moment in time, and without any of the crippling fear she used to have. Without the worry of doing anything to upset her Master, or to be subjected to anything she didn’t like. No, at the hands of Sloan and now Cyrus, she only ever experienced pleasure. Painful pleasure at times, but that, too, added to the freedom it gave her. The freedom to just feel and experience all her Sirs wanted her to. Far from being an oppressive symbol of her ownership, the warm leather collar around her neck made her feel cherished and loved. Yes, definitely loved. Neither one of her men had said those words out loud, but it was always there in every gesture, every glance. Cyrus cupped her cheek and she leant into his touch. His eyes crinkled up the corners and she smiled back at him, losing herself a little in the warmth of his gaze. Oh, he wanted her, of that that there was no doubt. Heat and lust blazed at her, too, but underneath it all and interwoven with everything else was his love for her. Without thinking Lily whispered the words on her heart.
“I love you, Sir.”
Cyrus blinked and time stood still, as she waited for his response. His hold on her tightened, and then he rested his forehead against hers and sighed.
“Naughty little sub. You always have to jump the gun, don’t you? Has no one told you, you should wait until your Sir says that to you? There goes the grand gesture I had planned for later.” There was a hint of censure in his deep voice, laced in with wry amusement and something else that made her heart beat faster.
“I don’t need any grand gestures, Sir,” she said and he tilted her chin up better to see her expression.
“Topping from the bottom, girl? Is this what I’ll have to look forward to every time I leave you on my own with my brother? A bratty sub?” His voice took on that edge of steel and Lily would have been worried had it not been for the mischievous gleam in his eye and the way he winked at her when he said it. Muscles that she hadn’t been aware of tensing relaxed, and she let out a shaky breath. It caused the end of the leash to swing across her pussy lips, and her clit clenched in need. Hells bells with him, even the hated leash proved arousing. She’d hated being paraded around like a dog on heat for the asshole’s friends, shared around
like nothing more than a whore for them to do whatever they pleased, and she stiffened as memories assaulted her. Memories that she had pushed far, far away, but ones she knew she needed to face to be able to let truly go of her demons.
Cyrus hold on her grew almost painful when he seemed to notice her distress. Try as she might she didn’t seem able to control her breathing, and Cyrus’s deep sigh made her feel even more miserable. She didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want the asshole’s hold on her to interfere with this. Fuck it, she loved Cyrus, so why then was she tensing up, adrenaline flooding her system, as she tried to pull away from him?
Damn her stupid mind. A sob escaped and another, and Cyrus swore, hopped onto the table, and pulled her onto his lap. Cocooned in his strong arms, she let the tears fall, grateful for his quiet strength, and when she finally had herself back under control he kissed the remaining tears off her face. It was such a tender gesture that she almost started to cry again, but instead she looked up at him and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m such a mess.”
Cyrus shook his head and pinned her in place with the intensity of his gaze alone, until she barely resisted the urge to fidget on his lap. She was all too aware of the solid heat of his erect cock under her ass, of the fact that he had still to come himself.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, and Cyrus swore.
“Stop saying that, baby. You have nothing to be sorry for. I expected this when I put the collar and leash on you, not now. What triggered you this time? Tell me if you can.” The sandpapery quality of his voice sunk into her consciousness as did the careful way in which he held her, as though she was made from spun glass and liable to break. And maybe she was just too broken inside. Even as she thought that, the side desperately in love with this man pushed that notion away. No, this was just the first time they played together face to face, that was all. Sloan and she had similar hurdles to overcome and they had done. Plus Cyrus was by far the pushier of the two, the one most likely to force her out of her comfort zone, after all.
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