by Lainey Reese
Never one to play it safe or quit while he was ahead, Evan slowly moved his arm from the back of the couch and cupped the back of Z’s neck with a firm caress. He watched her profile as he did, determined to stop if she gave any signs of distress. She didn’t though. No, instead of stiffening or pulling away, Z tilted her head and closed her eyes with a soft whimper that made Evan’s cock twitch in his jeans. He moved his touch up into her hair and began to massage the base of her scalp and the sound she made tightened every muscle in his body.
Cami got his attention just then when he felt her weight shift against him. She curled onto her side and slid her knee up against his hip. She was watching him touch Z, with her forehead resting on his shoulder and he knew she liked what she saw, because he could feel the hot puffs of her breath getting faster.
With his chin, Evan nudged Cami’s face up. He wanted to see her eyes, to know that she wasn’t spooked or threatened. To let her see in his that he intended to have them both. What he saw in her expression ratcheted up his desire tenfold and had him dipping his head to taste her.
Just as those full, sweet lips touched his, he felt Z stiffen and start to pull away. Evan reacted like the Dom he was and fisted his hand in her hair to hold her in place. He felt her initial resistance and then the melting arousal that followed after when her body went pliant and her breathing increased as he kissed and lapped at Cami’s mouth, drinking in this first delicious taste of her.
That was as far as he would push them tonight. He wouldn’t take things further without the ground rules of safe words and limits in place. The women had other ideas, however.
All resistance gone, Z leaned closer. He felt the barest touch of her cheek against his, then Cami shocked the hell out of him when he opened his eyes and saw her fingers stroke Z’s jaw. Slowly, with eyes open and ready to stop if either of them tensed, Evan pulled back just enough to brush his lips against Z’s. Cami shuddered and leaned in for more. Z then reached up and trailed her fingers along Cami’s neck. Evan used his free hand to cup Cami under her chin and brought the women cheek to cheek in front of him, then licked first Z’s lips, then Cami’s and back again.
“Open,” he demanded in a voice gone hoarse with pent up passion. “Dammit, open for me, now.” It sounded more plea than order to his ears, but he couldn’t care less, because they did open for him and he fell into their kiss with a sound of hunger like he’d never made before.
His hands actually trembled as he held them captive for his mouth, tasting the sticky lemon-tainted sugar that clung to the corner of Z’s mouth and Cami’s bottom lip. Each woman had a unique flavor and scent, and combined they blew his fucking mind. They followed his lead as his kiss turned ravenous, all of them panting as the heat in the room turned tropical.
Sliding his grip on Cami to the back of her head, he urged her kiss to his neck, while he dove into his first full tasting of Z’s mouth with a groan. Cami didn’t hesitate and latched onto the sensitive area just below his ear with enough gusto to do Joss Whedon proud.
Even as chills from Cami’s bite raced down his spine, the feel and taste of Z’s mouth flooded him in a heady rush. Her kiss was scorching hot, her small tongue tangling with his as he swallowed her sighs of delight.
He was going to fuck them right here on the couch. He could see it in vivid detail. He would sit Cami on the back of the sofa and he would feast on her sweet pussy as he pounded into Z, who he would spread out on the cushions below. It was so clear and so visceral an image that his whole body shuddered and every muscle bunched in preparation of making it happen.
“Fuck!” He wrenched his head to the side with a gasp. “Stop. Girls, stop.” They were panting and as worked up as he was, both of them moving in that sensual hip roll that all women seemed to do naturally. He tucked them in tight on either side of his neck with a hard clasp on the backs of their skulls. Fighting his nature, as well as theirs, to slow them all down. The puffs of their breathing and the two different yet equally appealing figures pressed into him wreaked havoc with his determination to hold back.
“Goddammit,” he groaned in frustration, pulling them in even tighter. “God, ladies. I want you both so fucking bad right now.” He kissed one damp forehead and then the other, breathing in each woman’s scent and taste. “Too many shots. Too drunk, ladies. Too fucking drunk to take this step. Son of a bitch.” Their hands were running over him, Z stroking his thighs and scraping her nails along the way, while Cami was running hers up and down his torso, stopping to make small circles over the hardened tips of his nipples.
His had started roaming, too. Learning their different shapes and curves. Ziporah was sleek and toned, like a dancer or swimmer, with firm muscle over the long subtle lines of her form. Cami was softer, fuller. She had a ripe and generous figure that filled and overflowed his questing hand.
Over their backs, sides and hips was all he allowed himself, though. When he explored them in full for the first time, he was going to have a clear head so nothing could be in the way of allowing him to relish every single touch and discovery.
“I want to see you both tomorrow. Talk to each other in the meantime, alright?” He gave a tug to their hair and they nodded, he was touched and aroused when they slid their hands across his body until they met over his belly button and linked fingers, a show of their bond. That they did it while still in his embrace caused a flare of heat to surge through him, and he knew if he didn’t get out right now, he never would. So, with a last brief, hard kiss for each of them, he disentangled himself from their lovely limbs and reached for his jacket.
As he shrugged it on, he took one last look at them. They looked tipsy and tousled. Cami’s baggy shirt was drooping completely off one shoulder so the full lush curve of one of her impressive breasts was bared to him with only the thin sheer cotton sports bra covering it. He could clearly see a deep rosy nipple poking out, just begging for his mouth. Z’s thin tee was even worse for his peace of mind. Both her nipples stood out in stark relief in that flimsy thing and her legs were doing a sensuously slow scissoring along each other, an indication of just how worked up she’d gotten.
With a muttered curse, Evan turned on his heel and marched out the door. As he stood on the curb and waived down a cab, he was tormented by the echo of two different perfumes and the vibrating hum in his bones of unfulfilled desire. It would be a miracle if he managed to sleep a wink.
Cami pressed a hand to her tummy in the vain hope of stilling the trembling there. Her nerves were coming from so many different directions. After working every day at the tavern for months, Z had talked her into taking tonight off. She had a manager for a reason and she had been overdoing it for sure. However, they’d only been open for a short time and taking a Saturday off just felt wrong to her.
She looked around for the millionth time and saw the same thing she had every other time she did that, the place was perfect and there was nothing for her to do. Her manager and staff had everything under control so she was torturing herself unnecessarily.
The other worries had everything to do with why she was taking the night off. Evan. Master Evan, rather. She had a date with a Dom. A Dom who wanted not just her, but her best friend, also.
And therein lay her other worry. Ziporah had been side by side with her as she’d looked into the possibility that she was a sexual submissive. She’d gone on line and brought her books, and it was Ziporah who suggested she talk to Riley, Terryn and Zoe so she could get first-hand answers from experienced submissives. In all these months of research and extensive discussions, Ziporah had never given any indication that she felt the same way about herself. However, as Cami really thought about it, maybe she had. Maybe it was more than just being a supportive friend that had Z doing just as much research as Cami herself had. Was Z submissive too, and just couldn’t see it? Couldn’t face it? It would make a lot of sense. Cami had read that women in powerful, demanding jobs, especially if those jobs included decision making over the people around them, tended
to turn toward submission in the bedroom. They needed and craved a place where they could let go and hand over the control to someone else. And now, here she was, ready to take this step with her and try it out so Cami wasn’t facing this alone.
Every argument that Cami had come up with to dissuade Z had been answered with a calm and reasonable response. Long after Evan had left, the two of them had taken his advice and talked. Both of them had been shocked at how turned on they were. It blew Cami’s mind that she had become so aroused over what was little more than a couple of kisses. There was no denying that Evan was a force to be reckoned with, but as potent as he was, he wasn’t the only reason they’d been ready to combust. It was the three of them together.
Cami had no interest whatsoever in touching Z and she knew that Z felt the same about her, because they had discussed that quite openly thanks to the shots and years of friendship. But there was something so unbelievably tantalizing about kissing him at the same time. And when he’d run his mouth over her neck then Z’s and back again? Cami shuddered at the resurgence of chills the memory brought. Threesomes, apparently, were now her thing. And Z’s as well.
Good Lord, she’d never been as turned on in her life as she’d been last night. And Z had said it was the same for her. “You don’t have to be a sub,” she’d said with enthusiasm, “to know that what just happened here was freaking hawt!”
Tonight, there would be no booze to loosen the nerves or hide behind. Tonight, unless something happened to derail the path they were on, the three of them would be having sex. “Oh God.” With a hand on her somersaulting tummy, Cami headed for the door and an adventure of a lifetime.
Evan was nervous. As he admitted that to himself, he pursed his lips and nodded his head a little. Hmm, he was a seasoned Dom with twelve years of BDSM experience under his belt. However, as he stood gazing down at Manhattan from his penthouse, he acknowledged that taking on not just one, but two novices at the same time, was a first.
Because neither one of them was interested in exhibition at this stage in the game and they knew enough about him from Gage and the others to trust him, they had agreed to meet at his place. Evan was keeping the mood casual in faded blue jeans, a white button up shirt and bare feet. He hoped that would set the tone for the evening and put the women at ease right from the moment they stepped in the door.
Just when he was about to check his watch for the dozenth time, the bell rang. With one hand he pressed the buzzer to allow them up and the other he ran over the smooth skin of his scalp before he made his way to the door to let them in. “And, we’re off.”
The sight on his doorstep was like a kick to the solar plexus. Both were stunningly beautiful in their own unique way, and together they made a vision that just about brought him to his knees.
Ziporah was willowy in build and full sensual lips and big doe eyes highlighted her lovely face. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, with the ends swooping in just under her delicately pointed chin. She was dressed to kill in a classic little black dress that left her arms and most of her amazing legs bare.
Cami was her polar opposite. She was fair skinned and her long blonde hair was a cluster of waves surrounding her beautiful face and cascading down her back. Her hourglass figure was the stuff of wet dreams, and she had that killer body displayed to perfection in a fitted navy blue skirt that fell just shy of her knees, with a high-riding slit up one side. She had a soft white sweater on that outlined and emphasized the abundance of her figure with a gleaming trail of pearl like buttons marching down the center, and Evan wondered how in the hell she made it through the streets of New York unmolested.
Whereas he had dressed to put them at ease, they had obviously dressed to impress. And it worked. He was more than impressed, he was blown away. He stepped back and motioned them ahead of him.
“Welcome to my home, ladies.” He shut the door and then, before they could reach the living room, he maneuvered in front of them to give his first instruction. “You both look amazing tonight. About knocked me to my knees when I opened the door and saw you two standing there. I especially love your shoes, but as of this moment, I need them off. Hang your bags and jackets on the coat tree and leave your shoes on the floor beside it.” They hesitated for a brief second and then turned to do his bidding as one.
“From now on, neither of you will wear shoes when you are with me as subs. It will be a clear sign that we are in a scene. You can also use that as a signal to let me know you’d like to begin a scene with me. Wherever we are, if you want my attention on an intimate level, ladies, all you need do is remove your shoes.”
He watched as they absorbed that notion and exchanged glances. Once they were finished, he turned and left them to follow him into the sunken living room. As he took a seat on one of the overstuffed chairs, he motioned to the sofa in front of him. “Have a seat. There will be times I will require one or both of you to kneel or sit on the floor, but unless I specifically instruct you or you hear me say ‘high protocol’, you may feel free to sit any where you please.” He indicated the tray he had sitting on the coffee table between them. “Would either of you like something to drink? A snack?”
“No, thank you, goodness I couldn’t eat a thing right now,” Cami said, fluttering her hands at her waist. Ziporah just shook her head silently. Evan leveled a look at her. “Ziporah, sugar,” he said, “when you are in my presence as my sub, I expect all answers to be verbal. Understood?”
Her eyes shot up to him and he watched with amusement as they first widened in pleased shock, then when she caught herself enjoying his directive, they narrowed in rebellion. Interesting.
“Yes. Understood.” She looked as though she was going to leave it at that snippy little remark then Cami jabbed her in the side. “No, thank you, I’m not hungry either.” And she jabbed Cami back. Evan coughed to hide his laugh.
“Well then.” Evan leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. “Let’s talk safe words. Zoe and I didn’t get into details when she spoke with me and I never got the chance to speak with Terryn either. Besides, it’s best I hear those things straight from the both of you, rather than second hand.
“Have you two decided on a safe word?”
They looked at each other and shared a smirk, so he knew he was in for a treat before they even opened their mouths. He was not disappointed. “T-Rex,” they said in unison. He was laughing full out by the time Cami got done explaining how she’d come up with that from being left alone on the dance floor with him.
“All right,” he agreed as he tried to catch his breath, “I think that is even more ridiculous than Terryn and her pickles, but I like it. T-Rex it is. Now, then if you are gagged and can’t speak, it’s three sharp knocks on a hard surface, or if there is no hard surface I will place a red ball in your hands that you will hang onto and if you drop it, that will be your safe word signal. As far as hard and soft limits and what you’ll both be comfortable doing, let me just say that I understand this is new for you and I will proceed accordingly. Feel free to use your safe word freely as we get started and I’ll make adjustments as I go. Any questions so far?”
“No, Sir,” Cami murmured sweetly, her eyes lowered and her hands in her lap.
“Nope,” Ziporah snapped like a sullen teenager who’d just been grounded.
“Well, now.” Evan sat back and considered her. Under normal circumstances he would have walked away and refused to scene with a sub so bent on insolence. But, a normal sub would never act that way, or would only do so in hopes of incurring a punishment. “Ziporah, answer me again.” He reached to the chair adjacent to the one he was sitting on for a decorative pillow and tossed it on the floor by his feet. “But do it from here.” He watched as, yet again, the first emotion that filled her chocolate brown eyes was surprised curiosity that was then chased away by stubborn determination. She slapped both hands onto the couch on either sides of her then pushed herself to her feet with a huff.
“Stop.” Don’t go dow
n without a fight, do you sugar? “Crawl here on your hands and knees.” He didn’t take his eyes off of her and his look dared her not to defy him, but to obey him. There was a world of difference between the two.
“Yes, Sir.” With ill grace, she slid to her knees then crouched to all fours. She put every muscle she owned to work so that she came at him like a stalking cat and the look in her eyes now was hot enough to scald. He said nothing until she was kneeling and she spoke her required, “No, Sir, no questions.”
Then he cupped that stubborn pointed chin in his hand and asked her, “Do you consider yourself meek, Ziporah?” She all but snorted as she rolled her eyes and answered, “No, Sir. Not at all.”
“I’m wondering something. Do you know why they use that term to describe horses?” Her brows furrowed as though she was wondering why the hell he was talking about horses at a time like this, but he waited for her to answer him. “Um, no. No, I don’t.” When he continued to wait she muttered an impatient, “Sir.”
“Meek is often mistaken for weak. But to meek a horse means to train it without breaking it. Imagine a wild stallion, all that fire, all that passion. All that energy and life wrapped up in a thousand pounds of thundering muscle.” He stroked his fingers along her jaw as he spoke, careful to keep the eye contact between them. “Now, imagine all of that majestic power coming under control. Not broken, not defeated, but with the gentle and firm hand of someone worthy, mastered.” Her reluctance melted and her lips parted on a small ‘o’ of surprise. That was key for her, he saw.
“I am not blind or a fool, sugar. You’re neither weak nor spineless, I wouldn’t be here if either of you were. I see your strength Ziporah; I see the core of steel within you and the fire. Last thing in the world I want to do is break you.” He leaned down and brushed a soft kiss across her still parted lips then drank in the sigh she breathed like it was fine wine. “But, I will master you. Make no mistake about that.”