Embracing the Fall

by Lainey Reese

  “See, in my opinion,” he said with a calm he didn’t come close to feeling, “this here is the best type of restraint. You are not bound by ropes or cuffs you can fight, but rather by yourselves.” He reached between them to where the chains crisscrossed and tugged a little, it was like a shot of whisky when they both moaned for him. “You wanna thrash and move. By all means go right ahead.” He tugged a little harder and though both women moaned again, they also showed small signs of discomfort. Cami not so much with only a tightening at the corners of her eyes and Z a little more, she was biting her lip.

  “Back down how you were. That’s right, palms up Z, sugar. There you go.”

  He picked up the last item he had laid between them and a myriad of emotions flickered across their faces as he ran the leather strands of his flogger between his fingers. They were intrigued– Cami was getting a little scared, while Z was getting a little pissed. He figured he should get to it before their minds outran their bodies and stole their pleasure away with fears and doubt.

  He started with slow, long strokes. More a brushing down each woman’s back than a strike, getting them accustomed to the feel and texture of the tool. It was a buffalo oiled flogger of forty strands, heavy for more of a thud strike than a sting. Its strands were longer and denser and as they lay across each woman’s back; it practically obscured them from view.

  Evan made exaggerated figure eights with his arm, alternating between them equally. It was a slow build that warmed not just their backs but his muscles as well. Harder and harder by increments so minute that he was sure they barely noticed that he was now hitting them with a good amount of force.

  Evan noticed though. The slap of the multi-tailed flogger was like the hard patter of rain as it landed on their now pink skin and they were crying out with hot breathy moans at each hit. And they both cried out at every strike, because neither of them could help but jerk at the lash and that jerking tugged on the other woman’s breasts as much as their own, so the sensations were layered and coming at them from all directions.

  Evan widened his strike zone and started laying into their asses next. The sight of Z’s tight muscled ass absorbing the first smack caused him to grit his teeth in an effort to keep going and not stop to devour that rounded flesh. Then when he hit Cami’s softer, larger one and he watched the beautiful way it jiggled, he moaned as loud as they did.

  He struck fast then. Fast and hard enough to have them both crying out in gasps with each turn. Lost in it now, lost in the sounds and the smells and the glorious sight as they writhed for him.

  Finally, he was done. They were panting and whimpering and their backs and asses were glowing a soft light red. He’d gone easy on them and only awakened the nerves just below the surface and not gone too deep. They would feel every touch and brush against them for the next hour or so in heightened awareness and then it would fade. Some day he would take it further, so that sensitivity would linger for days, but tonight it wasn’t about endurance, it was all about awakenings.

  “Carefully, so as not to hurt each other,” he instructed in a voice so horse he barely recognized it, “climb onto the bed till you meet in the middle then I want you on your knees with both your asses facing me. Cami, remove your panties first.”

  He swore low and lewd watching them obey him and once they were in position, he tore out of his jeans like they’d caught fire. Then he stopped and cursed in frustration.

  “Son of a goddamn fucking bitch!” The girls startled and looked first at each other and then back at him in alarm. “Sorry, ladies,” he said, rubbing a hand on his scalp. “Sorry. In my haste to get my hands on you two, we skipped two very important topics of discussion.” They were both still dazed and teetering on the edge of subspace, so he had to keep back to be fair and not overwhelm them. Right now they weren’t so far gone they couldn’t think, so he had to keep them that way until this was clear. “Health records and birth control.” He cursed as he watched more clarity come into their eyes, but that couldn’t be helped. “I know Zoe assured you of my health and I’m taking you both on faith that you are clean and protected because Zoe would have never approached me if you weren’t, Cami. So unless one of you says T-Rex, we are doing this now and we are doing it raw.”

  Both of them kept silent. “Thank fucking Christ,” he muttered and climbed on the bed. When the taste of Cami’s pussy filled his mouth and her screams filled his ears, he thought his head was going to explode with the pleasure of it. She was melted honey and wet silk on his tongue. As he lapped and drank from her, his hand found the nirvana that was Z’s sweet cunt, and dipping his fingers in her was like plunging them into heaven. Her muscles clamped down on his pumping digits with a strength that made him crazed to feel it on his cock.

  He wrapped his arms around two sets of hips, pressing them close to each other and pulling until they followed his urging and lifted those glorious asses higher and their heads dropped side by side to the mattress. Evan kissed and sucked and licked and bit his way across Cami’s ass to Z’s and when the taste of Z’s pussy hit his tongue with her own unique and delicious flavor, he groaned and drank deep. Deeper, sucking her clit hard against the roof of his mouth and demolishing it with his tongue. She exploded into an orgasm and her release flowed down his chin like champagne.

  He worked his way back to Cami and clamped his lips around her clit next. He pulled on it with hard suction and tormented it with the lash of his tongue and just like Z, Cami was defenseless. She screamed as she released and came against his relentless mouth, while he feasted like a man possessed.

  Evan forced himself to pull back. Reining his lust back was like trying to rein in a rabid beast, but he managed. Barely. “Remove the clamps,” he snarled as he shoved from the bed and marched back to the chest. He strode back to the bed with a new tool in hand and it took less than a second to plug it in and get back in position.

  The bed was specially made and he had commissioned it himself to be equipped with outlets in each of the four posts for just such occasions, and if he’d been a little less turned on, he might have taken a moment to appreciate the feature. But he was too far gone, too focused on the women in front of him, to register any thought beyond them and their pleasure.

  “Heads and shoulders down on the bed, both of you.” They dropped like stones. “Asses higher. God, that’s a gorgeous sight. Lord almighty. Higher.” He first positioned his shaft at the threshold of Z’s slick opening and the bulbous head of the massager on Cami’s clit, then he spoke again.

  “I’m going to test you ladies on your endurance. One of you will have this on your clit while the other gets my cock. The one with the wand May. Not. Come. Until the one with my cock does.” He rubbed both his cock and the wand over them tauntingly as he waited for them to acknowledge the rules he’d set forth. Once they did, with shaky breathless voices, he flicked the power on the wand to low and slowly slid into Ziporah.

  All three of them moaned in ecstasy. God the feel of her! She was hot as fire and tight as a virgin. Her snug little pussy sucked him in like a greedy mouth, and as he sank to the root, he could feel his eyes cross in delirium.

  Cami was already nearing the edge of another climax. Her mewling grew in volume and her hips were pumping against the wand with increasing pressure. He in turn increased his thrusts into Z, harder and at a different angle with each plunge until–there it was–her body jolted as he found the hidden gem of her G-spot. He grabbed his control in a chokehold and clamped a fist on her flank to hold her in place so he could ruthlessly pound into that sweet, sweet spot again and again.

  “Oh my God!” Cami’s voice was about two octaves higher than normal and Evan could clearly hear the panic in it. “Oh my God ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod–” It was one long jumbled word that grew an octave with each repetition. Evan pumped faster, challenged and determined that he would get Z there with her. Almost there, he thought, as Z’s pussy started to tighten even more. Harder, he told himself, fucking harder. Then, “Fuuuuc
k, yes! Yes.” Z clamped down on his shaft in rhythmic pulses that fried the circuits in his brain and he pumped faster and deeper to help her ride out the full measure of her climax as she clutched at the sheets and screamed. Not a moment too soon either, because Cami came unhinged and bore down on the wand hard as her own orgasm barreled out of her seconds later.

  Evan pulled out and switched. “Christ!” Cami’s cunt was swollen and still pulsing from her climax, and as Evan plowed in to the hilt, he was shaking with the strain of holding back. Z cried out as the fat pink ball of the wand landed on her still thrumming flesh. He flicked the speed up to medium and she cried out again. Then he started stroking in and out of Cami the same way he had with Z. Testing and searching with each thrust for that perfect, sweet spot. “There it is, little brat,” he said with a satisfied hmm. “There it fucking is. Right–” He thrust hard and she screamed for him. “There.” Harder still and she quivered and called out again.

  She was volcano hot and wet as an over ripe peach as he pounded into her and the drenched-slap of his hips hitting hers was the drumbeat to the music of her cries. Z shifted her hips, trying to pull away, but Evan followed and pressed in harder. She hollered, calling out as she fought her peak and Evan upped the tempo of his thrusts yet again. His grip on Cami’s succulent ass was bruising but that couldn’t be helped. Not right now, not when everything about her was begging for his Dominance. She screamed and pushed back into him and Evan felt his eyes roll back in his head as she flailed her own head and cried out while she came and came and fucking came all over him. Z saw it, and with a grateful cry, gave in and her entire body shook as she found her release as well.

  He was going to go again. He was going to go back and forth between them until they’d each had at least two more climaxes apiece. That was until he looked up and saw Z reach out and clutch at Cami’s hand as she still floundered in her orgasm. Their fingers grappled and tangled together and the three of them were linked in that moment and it snapped the last thread of his control.

  With a roar like he’d never made before, he came and he came hard. His hips thundered and the force of it shot Cami back into the teeming waves of another climax. He pressed harder with the vibe into Z, and somehow managed to flip it onto high, and she too shot back into overload and the three of them shook and panted and came. Endlessly.

  When Cami burst into tears as the echo of aftershocks were still resounding through them all, Z shuttled herself closer and started to gather her in for a hug. Evan beat her to it and, with no apparent effort, scooped her up like a damsel against his chest. Z was flat on her stomach and looking back at her best friend cradled like a princess in the naked arms of a sex god. He shushed her quietly and gently kissed her forehead as he hugged her closer and his eyes lifted until he was looking directly at Z.

  That look sizzled and gave the clear message that he wasn’t through with either of them yet, this was just a pit stop and when she smiled a little at that thought, he sent her a slow and sexy as hell wink. “C’mon, brat,” he said with gruff affection that caused Z’s toes to curl. “Let’s get you two settled and more comfortable.” He managed to crawl to the head of the bed on his knees with an arm full of full-grown woman without looking silly, in fact, Z thought, he looked freaking hot as hell doing it. He laid Cami down as gentle as he would a sleeping child and reached for the bedside table, where Z saw a folded comforter was waiting. He laid it over her with a kiss then turned to Z.

  She expected him to order her to scootch up, or at the very least invite her to join them politely. After all, she wasn’t fragile like Cami and was perfectly capable of climbing into bed all by herself. She did not expect–at all–for him to crawl to where she was and scoop her up the same way he had Cami.

  As he held her close and kissed her softly, she marveled that she wasn’t laughing or demanding that she could move on her own. It wasn’t like her to even accept this level of pampering, let alone bask in it the way she was. But, she did and she was. It felt heavenly to be cradled like this. She didn’t feel like he was treating her as a weakling. No, she felt like he was cherishing her. That was crazy, she told herself, impossible. Impossible or not, that was all she felt pouring out of him right now as he brought her forward and laid her gently next to Cami. No other word fit so perfectly as that. Cherish.

  “You just let all that out, sweet brat. Let it go. We got you,” he told Cami in a voice that had deepened from sex. He brushed her hair back from her face then leaned over and kissed Z on her temple before spooning himself behind Cami. He slid one long muscled arm under both Cami’s and Z’s pillows, then tugged and shifted until the three of them were pressed tight, with Z and him facing each other over the still sniffling Cami. His other hand smoothed Cami’s locks away from his face and tucked them over the top of the pillow and then he reached over her and tangled his fingers with Z’s, making them a unit, and Z felt tears sting her own eyes. This night and this man were so much more than she had bargained for. As she held tight to the hand in hers, she wondered how she’d ever find the strength to leave when the time came.

  Evan sat back at his desk and had to mentally berate himself for letting his mind wander ... again. This was an important business decision and if he didn’t pay attention and get his facts straight, he could potentially cost his company millions. He could either go in with this man’s proposal and fail to deliver on it, or he could pass on it and never get the opportunity again.

  “I’m sorry,” he hedged, “I want to make sure I get this right. Can you repeat that last part?” It didn’t help that Evan was against bringing in an outside company to begin with. So he tried to clear his bias and give the man a chance. He was good looking, with his all-American charm and healthy build. He had a good face and although he was a bit thick, he didn’t appear sloppy or out of shape. Evan couldn’t find fault in his appearance or demeanor, so he listened to market trend reports and projected revenue and he shook off the prejudices as his own distraction and focused on the facts instead of his gut.

  Pac-West Distributions was a good solid company and had decades’ worth of experience under their belt. They were campaigning and campaigning hard, for the distribution rights to his grass-fed organic beef. They had the fleet and the trusted reputation for getting the work done, but he and his shareholders were on the fence. It was leaning hard toward Pac-West and one other company, but there was also Evan’s idea to just take on the added expense of expanding their own distribution line and doing it all in-house.

  The bean counters in accounting almost spontaneously combusted when he brought that idea up, what with the rising cost of health care and the added expense of the pension plan that he refused to lower for their own employees. Not to mention the cost of nearly tripling their equipment assets and upkeep, and each and every one of his accountants had about had a heart attack.

  So, he was left doing something that made him extremely uncomfortable–bring in an outsider, and trust him with his family’s business. Sure this man’s company was also his family’s and they too had a reputation to uphold as well, but was this just a job to the man sitting across from him? Something that paid his bills and sent him to a beach twice a year? Or was it a part of his soul, the way it was for Evan?

  His childhood was spent on the ranches that had been a part of his family for generations that went back to when Texas first became part of the Union, for God’s sake and bean counters or not, he wasn’t going to make this decision based on dollars and cents alone.

  “Well,” he stood and reached a hand out to let him know the meeting was at an end, “I am liking what you have to bring to the table so far. Let’s meet for dinner next week, after I’ve had a chance to go over your proposal in more detail and we’ll talk more then.”

  “Thank you, sir.” His handshake was firm and strong, so at least that was a plus.

  “I hope you’ll call if you have any questions and I’ll make sure you get buzzed right through. You and this partnership are our top
priority over at Pac-West, and I want you to know, we get this sealed and it will stay that way.”

  It was a good line, Evan thought, a little too slick and rehearsed but he appreciated the sentiment. “I’m glad to hear that. It was nice meeting you. I’m sorry, what was the name again?”

  “Mark. Mark Wahlberg.”

  Evan faced the rest of the day determined not to be distracted. The two women he had spent the weekend with, however, had other plans. They had taken his mind captive and there didn’t appear to be anything he could do about it. So he gave in and shot off a text to Ziporah.

  why can’t I get your sexy ass out of my mind and between my teeth where it belongs?

  Then, because he was nothing if not fair, he sent one off to Cami next.

  the taste of you lingers on my tongue and I’m craving you like an addict…

  He was on the phone with one of the ad agencies vying for their new line of business when Cami’s text came through.

  If the taste of me is still lingering on your tongue… I’d say you forgot to brush your teeth. ew.

  Evan then had to explain away his loud and abrupt laughter to the poor guy on the other end of the line and agreed to give him a meeting in person.

  see why i call you brat?

  Ziporah responded next while he was shuffling his schedule with his assistant.

  Apparently you can because just reading this has me ready to beg the judge for a recess and come running.

  Another text from her followed, close on the heels of the first.

  And how in the hell you accomplished that in one weekend I do not know.