by Lainey Reese
Cami was about to combust right where she sat. Watching Z crawl to Evan, with her shoulders and hips rolling, while he’d sat there in his big chair and his gorgeous face all intense and focused had been such a turn on. Then, when he’d started speaking, it had taken all her will power to keep from moaning. This was what she’d been hoping for. In one speech, Evan had dispelled one of hers and Z’s biggest fears. He didn’t see them as footstools or weaklings. It was sexy as all get out.
“Cami.” His gaze slowly lifted until he was looking her right in the eye.
“Yes, Sir?” she answered, though her throat had closed up with his attention zeroed in on her like that.
“Come with me, darlin’.” Then he stood to his impressive height and reached a hand out to her. She stood immediately, not wanting to give him a reason to make her crawl wherever it was they were going, but she was frightened of leaving Ziporah. He smiled at her and his expression was softer than the one he used for Z. “C’mon, darlin’. I’m just gonna get you set up and then I’ll come back for Ziporah once I’ve got you ready.” Her hand may be shaking, but she still placed it in his, so that was progress. She was scared, but it was an exhilarated scared, like a roller coaster or a haunted house. She could handle this and she trusted him to stop if she used her safe word. So, as he led her down the hall, she followed him with only one wide-eyed glance back at her friend. Z looked concerned for her, so to ease that worry, Cami stuck her tongue out, then felt her cheeks burst into flames when she turned to look where she was going and saw that Evan had watched her acting like a fourth grader.
“Oops. Sorry, Sir,” she said as mortification swamped her. Great, the man was leading her into a room for sex and he’d just caught her behaving like an infant. Real sexy there Cam, she thought to herself, real sexy.
“Sorry? What’re you sorry for?” He backed her up against the door at the end of the hall and pressed all that big hard body into hers. “I like your playful side. You can stick your tasty little tongue out at her all you want, brat.” He kissed her then and he was even more hot and delicious than she remembered. “Just remember, you stick it out at me and I’ll be putting it to work.” Then on that ominous note, he reached behind her and turned the knob.
“Oh, my goodness.” It was a sex room. More than that, it was a BDSM sex room. There was a giant X on one side of the room that looked like it was covered in red padded leather. There was a spanking bench and a scary looking contraption that appeared to be an old fashioned stockade. There were bars and chains hanging from the ceiling in one section of the room and a giant, king-sized four-poster bed dominated the far side of the room, in front of the massive windows. A chest close to the door, big as a steamer trunk, caught her eye and she didn’t want to even guess what was in there.
He stood behind her as she took it all in, quiet as she gazed around. He combed his fingers through her hair, tugging lightly and letting his nails scrape just a bit along her scalp. It was just a little disconcerting to be faced with the reality of it all. Yet he must have guessed that it would be, because even as her heart raced at each tool and implement she spotted, his touch soothed her.
“It’s a lot to take in,” he whispered in her ear, “isn’t it?” Even as she answered in her own hushed voice that it was, he was gathering her hair to drape over one shoulder. His lips were soft, moist and hot and they set off a shower of chills when he laid them on that tender spot just behind her ear.
He stayed there for an eternity. His breath became the rhythm of her heartbeat, a slow hot pumping that calmed her nerves and awakened desire. What was it, she wondered, that was so incredibly exciting about a man breathing in her ear? Was it the unbelievable intimacy of being that close to another human being? Or was it the primal life force of each exhale that flowed from deep within him out and over that ultra sensitive shell? Whatever it was, it was killing her slowly as she waited for him to begin.
Just the slightest movement, a deeper pressure from his lips and a soft brush of his nose in the downy hair there and it brought a moan to her lips. “Cami, sweet brat.” He spoke with barely a sound. “Unbutton your sweater.” Her hands lifted without conscious thought on her part; they simply moved to obey his command. As each small pearl slipped free, she felt an answering kiss on her neck until there were no more and her hands were clutching at the cashmere, waiting for his next directive.
“Hands at your sides, now.” They dropped to her sides so swiftly he chuckled. “Good girl.” Then he was sliding the garment from her shoulders and off. He walked to face her, the top dangling from his hand and his gaze was ravenous as he stared at her in her high-waisted skirt and white lacy bra. “Hand me the skirt now.” He looked fierce as he watched her hands fumble clumsily at the side fastening. Cami almost whimpered when the stubborn thing finally gave and she pulled the zipper down hastily. It was a tight fit so it took some shimmying to get it over her hips, but he didn’t seem to mind. He watched as her breasts wobbled in their lace cups and it was obvious from his expression, he enjoyed the sight.
“You have a beautiful body, Cami,” he told her once she’d handed him her skirt and stood before him in nothing but a white lace thong and bra.
“Thank you, Sir.” She wanted to cross her arms over herself but knew that would only make her seem self-conscious, and the thought made her smile ruefully.
“What?” he asked.
“Sir?” She looked at him with brows raised in question.
“I know what brought the pretty flush to your face, but what brought the smile?” he questioned as he brushed the backs of his fingers over one heated cheek.
“Oh, that,” she said in a bashful tone. “Well, I was feeling very exposed and embarrassed and wanted to cover myself with my arms. But then I was embarrassed about being embarrassed.” She looked up at him with a face she was sure that was now as beet-red as a cooked lobster. “It’s exhausting being me.” There was that warm chuckle of his again, like honey-flavored crack for the ears.
“You’re adorable, little brat.” He kissed her then, his mouth swallowing up her gasp and feeding her back his soft groan as their tongues tangled and lips melded. Cami was just on the verge of stiffening up when he pulled away with a soft hungry sound and told her, “Go kneel on the right side of the bed and lay your upper body on it.” Her hands went to her tummy, this time not to cover it but to try and control the frogs that had started leaping around in there. Once she was at the side of the bed she noticed a padded bench along the floor. It looked like one you’d see in a church for parishioners to cushion their knees while they prayed and Cami was touched by its presence. Comfort wasn’t something that she expected Doms to consider a priority, so it gave her hope that he wasn’t going to be quite as extreme as she had feared.
“Good girl. I want you to turn your face to the left so you can see the room. Good. Arms out to your sides on the bed. Come on. Full out. Stretch them as far as you can. That’s the way. Now, palms up. Perfect.” He stood behind her and ran one hand, firm and strong, along the center of her back, all the way down over the crease of her ass cheeks. Even as she felt a new flush of embarrassment, she also felt a rush of arousal at being seen and handled so familiarly. “Stay exactly where I’ve put you, Cami. I’m going to fetch Z and when we come in, you’re to watch, but I don’t want you to speak unless I give you permission.” He waited until he heard her breathless, “Yes, Sir,” before leaving, and Cami wondered if it was possible to die from arousal overload.
Cami half expected Z to enter the room on hands and knees but she walked in with her head high and her back straight. It was her kick-ass lawyer walk and the look on her faced matched it. It was the look she wore in front of juries and hardened criminals; and it dared any and all of them to cross her.
Z didn’t stop to gaze around the room like Cami had; instead she sauntered right to the middle of it, then stood as straight and proud as a soldier waiting for Evan to decide what to do with her. Cami envied her bravado; Z had always had
a beautiful knack of facing anything new or scary with a Charlie’s Angels hair toss and a pirate’s grin.
Evan started walking in slow circles around Z. His hands clasped behind his back and his eyes coursing over her from top to bottom the whole time in a never-ending journey while she stared straight ahead and tried to look unaffected. Cami noticed that he brushed up against her here and there as he did and she thought again of his reference to horses.
She’d seen a documentary once about a breeder of Friesian horses who refused to use artificial insemination to impregnate his beautiful stock. In one scene they had shown the mating.
The solid black stallion with his flowing mane and tail had stalked his eager and waiting mate in just the same way Evan was doing to Z. The male had circled the smaller mare, bumping her in challenge then nipping and breathing on her neck until she’d gentled and settled and then finally, lowered her proud and lovely head to let him claim what was his for the taking.
It had been primal and riveting. And right now, Cami couldn’t help but compare the two scenes side by side especially as–holy crap! Evan leaned in and bit Z right on the neck. Not a kiss or a word first, just leaned right in from behind and laid his teeth to her.
Cami didn’t know whose gasp was louder, hers or Z’s. Ziporah’s frozen and cool facade blasted away and the two of them locked eyes briefly as the other woman’s hands fluttered up to clutch at her chest, then fell back at her sides when Evan growled a muffled, “Drop ‘em,” around his bite.
Cami felt her own neck tingling as she watched Evan crowd even closer, till he was flush against her back and then he lifted his head. Even from where she was, she could clearly see the glistening indentations left by his teeth in the delicate skin of Z’s throat. He’d done it right over her pulse, and thanks to the mark that acted like a spotlight, she could see that pulse rabbiting. As fast as it was, Cami thought hers was probably faster. Freaking hell, that was hot.
Evan’s tanned head gleamed in the lights as he towered over her friend and his emerald eyes were so vivid they looked like jewels in truth. Passion had marked his features as clearly as a chameleon changes colors. Gone was the confident and charismatic southern gentleman. Here and now, Cami was staring at the hard core Dom and it rocked her world on its axis.
“Cami, my sweet brat.” It took a moment for Cami to realize he was talking to her, because he was staring at his bite mark on Z while he traced one finger over it in a long, slow circle.
“Um, y-yes, Sir?” Cami barely managed to get out.
“Will you please tell Z here how your clothes were removed?” Still without looking up and still tracing those marks. Cami felt her own neck arch in an unintentional invitation.
“You-you had me remove them, Sir.” Cami swallowed and arched again. It was becoming hard to stay still.
“Do you know why I had you take them off?” He dipped his head and kissed the mark and Cami shuddered, or maybe it was Z, she couldn’t tell any more. “Or why I am not going to allow Ziporah to do the same?” Z stiffened, then his big calloused hands gripped her arms tight and he tugged her to the tips of her toes as her eyes widened in alarm until they took up her whole face.
“Umm, n-n-no Sir.” Cami had no idea sex caused stuttering but apparently for her it did. “I d-don’t know why, Sir.”
“For some women,” he growled as he let Z’s heels slam back onto the floor and fisted her hair in one hand to yank it out of his way. “The charge–” one hand tore at the zipper in the back, “comes from the strip tease.” His eyes locked on Cami’s and seared her soul. “Shedding the shy little girl and letting the sex goddess out to play.” Her breath caught and she thought yes! Oh God, yes! “Now, for others–” He released Z’s hair with a hard turn of his wrist that had Z gasping and used both hands to tug and yank her dress not just down, but off. “For others, the charge comes from pure–” Next he ripped her strapless bra off and flung it away, “brute–”Her panties were next, and for those he gripped the delicate lace of the thong by reaching his hands around her and grasping them right over the crotch, “strength.” He tore them to shreds and Z was moaning audibly as he pulled the tatters from her then bundled them into a wad that he stuffed in her mouth. Cami didn’t realize that her own mouth was hanging open in envy until it snapped shut when Evan looked at her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said when he turned Z to face him. Evan fisted one hand in her hair and the fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips and the lace that was stuffed between them. “So beautiful like this, sweet Ziporah.” She whimpered for him at that and Cami saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in an almost smile. “I see you like being gagged as much as I like gagging you, huh sugar?” He did something then that almost made Cami come. He leaned forward and sniffed at the panties caught in Z’s teeth and Mmmm’d in pleasure. With his nose nudging at her lips in teasing brushes, he continued. “But, unfortunately, I’m not gagging you tonight. Not on our first night of play.” Then he snapped his own teeth on a bit of lace that was dangling out and slowly, inch by miniscule inch, dragged them from her mouth. The way he then tossed his head and let them fly could only be described as rakish, and it was just one more mind-blowing image to go with the thousands she had stored up already … and they had barely gotten started.
Evan felt himself doing something he rarely did this early in a scene; he was hitting top space. It was that perfect head zone that took his entire being and narrowed every cell and atom in his body until they focused on his subs. He now breathed for them. His very heart beat for them. He was hyper aware of every nuance in their expressions and twitch of their muscles. Even his sense of smell was enhanced and he could pick up not only their individual perfumes, but the different scent of each of their arousals as well.
He marched Ziporah to the bedside opposite Cami and shoved her to her knees, because she needed his mastery over her body as surely as Cami had needed his mastery over her will.
They called to two different sides of him and though he had scened on several occasions with multiple subs, there was something different about these two. Something elemental that added a deeper level of importance and heat to the moment that he could neither explain nor deny. The difference between all the other women he’d had and the two he faced now? It was like comparing cannon fire to the pop of a cap gun.
With a hand on the back of her head and another between her shoulder blades, he flattened her out in the same position as Cami and locked eyes with her as he did. Cami was audibly panting and her pupils were the size of dinner plates. He bared his teeth at her in a smile that was just a little feral; her eyelids lowered and her body loosened in an unconscious offer of surrender. He could picture himself climbing across the bed on all fours and taking her right then; the sight of her submission so turned him on.
He had picked up on a lot from his little chat with Zoe the other morning and one thing had caught and held in his mind. Cami had been watching scenes, live and in person, for almost a year. His little small-town angel was a voyeur. That’s why he had instructed her to watch them and why he would make sure she always did when it was the three of them together. Watching was one of her triggers and from the look of her right now, a pretty fucking big one at that.
He swallowed a curse as he pushed back his body’s demands and strode to the chest by the door. He dug around until he found what was needed then went to stand at the foot of the bed and for a moment just stared at the erotic sight before him. Two beautiful examples of woman, one fair and full, the other dark and slight, bent over his bed on opposite sides in willing surrender, awaiting his pleasure.
He dropped the tools he had fetched on the bed between them and shed his shirt with impatient hands as they panted and watched, both sets of eyes tracking his every move.
The first things he picked up were the nipple clamps and though neither girl uttered a word, he distinctly heard them both swallow. Loudly.
“Up on your elbows, both of you.” They moved in unison
and Evan took a moment to enjoy the view. “Cami, sweet brat, remove your bra and throw it to the side.” She sat back further on her knees to do his bidding and Evan felt his mouth water at the sight when those full, luscious breasts were finally freed. They were glorious. Unlike implants, her natural breasts had a lovely teardrop shape, with dark pink nipples sitting high and proud atop them. He studied them in silence as she flushed and fought to keep her hands to her sides. It pleased him tremendously the way she battled her own nature for him. For all of them. “Beautiful, way too beautiful for words, sweetheart. Now back down to your elbows.”
He crouched down until he was squatting at the foot of the bed and leaned first toward Ziporah. He kissed her then, full and hard, delving his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth and tangling with hers. While he did, he ran the rubber tip of one of the clamps back and forth and around and around her right nipple. He ended the kiss at the same time he snapped the clamp on the small, pert crest. Her ‘oh’ of surprise was a warm breeze across his cheek.
Evan was not at all surprised to see Cami’s eyes glued to them when he turned his head and swooped in to taste her mouth next. Her rich, throaty moan filled his gut and fed him like manna from heaven. Her breasts were so much larger than Z’s that his hand was sandwiched between it and the mattress as he teased her left nipple the way he had with her friend’s. But that rosy flesh was just as tightly puckered and when the clamp eased closed on it, he was again fed one of those sexy moans of hers.
He turned back to Z for the next and then again to Cami, and when he straightened he watched as it took a moment of bafflement for his subs to realize they’d been clamped ... to each other. Right to left and left to right. One couldn’t move or shift without it affecting the other and as he watched them test it out, their reactions caused his already hard cock to throb.