by Lainey Reese
Evan held her through the aftershocks and tremors. Riding them out with her, so what would have been a quick, fiery blast bloomed into something much more profound and tender. Slowly, he let her leg down and it wasn’t until her breathing was almost back to normal did he stop touching her and step away.
When he bent to scoop up the flowers, the smile he sent back to her over his shoulder was electric. “You can take your hands off the wall now, sugar.” Ziporah burst out laughing. She had still been so dazed by what happened that she hadn’t even noticed that they were still where he had ordered them to be. In an effort to try and get her equilibrium back, she put her hands on her hips and demanded, “What’s with that ‘hands on the wall’ any way? I don’t remember us giving you the green light to Dom us any time you please. Did I ask to be Dom’d, oh high and mighty, Sir?”
He didn’t seem impressed by her show of pique, in fact, if anything, it made his smile bigger. “‘Course you did, sugar.” He passed the flowers off to her and kissed her softly on the temple. “You answered the door in your bare feet.”
As he walked away chuckling, Ziporah looked down just to make sure, because if she were honest with herself, she had to admit she couldn’t feel her feet at the moment. With her arms full to bursting with roses, she turned to shut the door, shocked to realize she was just now thinking of it–but, she saw it already was. He must’ve kicked it closed as he was getting started, but she’d been so overwhelmed she hadn’t even noticed.
With a rueful shake of her head at her own besotted state, she headed back to the kitchen sniffing her flowers and knowing that she was never going to look at roses quite the same way again. When she turned into the dining room, Evan was just rounding the table toward Cami. Since his overcoat and jacket were gone, she assumed he’d detoured to leave them in the living room.
“Okay, I didn’t peek,” Cami said with color high and bright in her cheeks as Evan wrapped his big strong arms around her. “But that sounded seriously hot, you guys. Like wow.”
“Look, Cam,” Z gushed, “he brought us flowers. Should we feed him? We could just kick him back out into the cold, after all he wasn’t even invited.” Cami ooh’d over the flowers and then stopped with her hands on her hips to glare between the two of them.
“Wait a minute,” she said with a pout on her face that made Z smirk. “Did you hear her? She is always smarting off to you. How come she’s not the one you call brat?”
Z was curious as to this answer too and looked to Evan with one brow arched as she waited for what he would say.
“Because her smart ass remarks are all for show and she only pulls them out when I’ve got her rattled.” He winked at Z when her mouth fell open, but she could think of nothing to say that wouldn’t prove his point, so she snapped it right back shut.
“Now you, on the other hand, are only sweet and polite when you are thinkin’ too hard about what is the proper thing to do or say. When your guard is down, sweet brat, you are a hellion.”
Ziporah laughed so hard that she snorted and that got them all laughing. Evan was so perceptive, it was scary. That was so exactly spot on for both of them that she wondered briefly if he had a psych degree.
Cami looked as if she might be considering a comeback, now that the laughter had faded but then Z remembered, “My rolls!” She thrust her flowers at Cami and dashed to the kitchen.
“So,” Z heard Cami say, “wanna stay for dinner.” Then after a beat, “And sex?”
Z smiled as warmth filled her from the toes up. “It would be my pleasure, brat,” he said.
One week later, they were back at Evan’s place. Due to work and circumstances, he hadn’t been able to get his hands on these ladies for seven days, and the wait had driven him mad. Thoughts of them both had carried him throughout his days, leaving him in a constant state of semi-arousal. And visions of them, their bodies, their smiles, their laughter and their sighs and moans had filled his dreams.
They were in his sex cave, as Cami had taken to calling it, and Evan was basking in the sight before him. He had both women flat on their backs, side-by-side on his bed and restrained.
“Are you comfortable, sugar?” Evan asked, as he leaned over and brushed a lock of hair away from where it was caught in the corner of Z’s lush, open red lips. Her big brown eyes were a little wild and uncertain as she nodded at him and mumbled a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He kissed her on those juicy lips and moved his attention to Cami. Unlike Ziporah’s, Cami’s eyes were at half-mast and slumberous. Evan had been brought low by her reaction to being restrained. Each pass of his rope around her thighs, arms and waist had sent her deeper and deeper into subspace. She already looked well and truly fucked and all he’d done so far was tied them up.
He knew the answer, but he asked her anyway. “And how are you, sweet brat? You doin’ okay?” Her answer was more moan and sigh than actual words and it brought a satisfied warmth to his heart, so he cupped her cheek briefly before standing back to survey his work.
Evan had decided to bind them together for this session. He had started by having them sit down close side-by-side on the edge of the bed and hold hands. First thing he did was wrap his rope around their waists and shoulders, cinching them tightly together, careful to make sure their breasts were left free for him to play with.
Once they were secure, with arms immobilized, he laid them back and started on their legs. Evan brought their knees up high against their bodies. He then weaved the rope in and out of their waist bindings until all their precious parts were open and exposed. Free and clear for him to play with.
“Ladies.” Evan injected plenty of force behind his voice to make sure they heard him and registered what he was saying, especially Cami, considering she was already happily skipping toward subspace. “What is your safe word?”
“T-Rex,” Z answered with a tremor in her voice that was equal parts fear and excitement. The Dom in him relished the sound. Cami only nodded with a mmm sound, so Evan sharpened his voice a bit more. “Cami, what is your safe word?” When her next response was the same, Evan used the riding crop in his hand to deliver a sharp smack right on the apple of her ass that the position had tilted nicely up for him. The sting of it jolted her entire body and snapped those sleepy, beautiful eyes wide open. “T-Rex, Sir.”
“That’s more like it, brat.” Evan chuckled as she nodded and licked her lips. If he knew anything, he knew his little sweet brat was right now thinking up ways to get herself smacked again from the look on her face.
“There’s something you two should know about me,” Evan said as he started preparing his tools. “I love to play with my subs,” he told them, plugging in first one Hitachi wand and then the other. “I love your bodies.” Bending over, he picked up the container of clothespins he had hidden on the floor by the bed and laid it on Cami’s stomach right above her belly button. “I love the way you smell.” He leaned over and ran his nose up the inside of Z’s thigh with a long, exaggerated sniff. “I love the way you taste.” Just a shift of his head and he sunk his teeth into the flank of Cami’s right hip. Her delirious moan was like music to him. “I love the way you feel.” His hands reached forward and he squeezed one small tight perfect breast and one equally perfect large one. “But most of all ladies, I love the way you respond to me.” He looked first into Cami’s eyes and then Z’s. “I love the way you come. So that’s what tonight is going to be about. I want my subs to come for me. I want you to come and come and come and then come again. I want you to come until you’re both drunk with it. I want to hear you screaming till your voices crack, and coming on my bed until it’s drenched in your juices. I’m going to go all night, ladies, and your safe word is the only thing that’s stopping me.” He picked up a wand in each hand, stood so he was centered between their bodies and flicked the switches on with his thumbs. As the hum of the vibrators filled the air he said, “Now let’s begin.”
He placed the large fat balls of the vibrators right
on their pussies and held them there without mercy, even though the women called out in surprise. As the feeling intensified, they began to try to squirm and move, but he had them hogtied good and proper and there was nowhere to go. It didn’t surprise Evan at all that Cami was the first to break. She called out in soft breathy cries as the first climax poured out of her like a gift. He didn’t remove the ball from her but he did move it down a little so it wasn’t direct stimulation in order to give her space to recover.
Ziporah wasn’t far behind Cami and in moments, her own cries were filling the air. She came with tiny jerks of her torso that made her small breasts wobble enticingly and Evan leaned between her legs to suckle them in appreciation.
Now that they had both been warmed up, so to speak, Evan turned and reached for the stands he had waiting behind him. They were custom-made stands just for this purpose. Similar to a microphone stand they held toys like these wands and were adjustable in so many delightful and practical ways. Evan first attached Cami’s wand and adjusted the stand until it was directly where he needed it to be. Judging from the look on Ziporah’s face, she had had enough time to recover now, so he next adjusted her wand and stand.
With a smile that felt just a little bit mean, he reached for the toys and upped the speed a notch. Their gasps were a harmony of delight. While his girls were panting and letting out whimpers of pleasure, Evan reached for the clothespins.
“You both have such lovely breasts. Perfect specimens for each taste.” He leaned over Ziporah first and nuzzled along her left breast, kissing the soft underside around the sensitive area where breast and underarm met, noticing that she was a little bit ticklish.
“Z here, so perky and firm. A man can fit this whole lovely plum right in his mouth all at once.” And that’s just what Evan did. He opened wide and sucked her in, tonguing the hard-tipped morsel of her nipple. His mouth was too full to smile as she cried out and trembled for him, but the smile was there anyway. He lifted up his head just enough to give it a couple firm tugs with his teeth and flicks of his tongue.
When he opened his eyes, it was to see Cami watching him with a look of rapture on her face. God, it turned him on so much that she was a voyeur. That she loved watching was like adding a decadent dessert to a meal that was already a feast. He straightened and looked Ziporah in the eye. “Brace yourself, sugar.” Evan brushed the clothespin teasingly back and forth across the wet, waiting nipple, then slid it over and gently clasped the edge of the breast where the armpit flowed gracefully into breast.
He walked over to Cami next and with one hand he cupped and massaged her left breast, while he reached his other hand back into the bucket. “And these beauties,” Evan said with a pleased rumble in his voice, “are the other side of perfection; for when a man wants to gorge himself.” And Evan did just that. He feasted, licking and sucking and biting his way over every inch of that generous and glorious flesh. When he pulled his mouth away, the entire mound was bright pink from his attention and the nipple was a hard rosy red. Just like on Z, he put the first clip where the breast formed at the edge of her chest. Then dipping back into the bucket, he fished out another pin and added it right next to the first.
Back and forth he went, lavishing kisses and suckling bites on both of them until the clothespins lined across their chests like a picket fence on a sandy beach. Meanwhile, those wands had continued to hum and buzz against pussies that had become completely soaked.
“Damn,” Evan exclaimed when he stepped back to look at his handy work. “If this isn’t the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. Fuck. You ladies floor me.” He leaned over and kissed first Z and then Cami, full, wet, tongue-thrusting kisses that made all three of them groan and hunger for more.
Evan stood back up and reached for two more clothespins. “You get to go first this time, sweet brat.” Moving the wand temporarily out of his way, Evan gently grasped one of her swollen pussy lips and used the clothespin on it to hold it back and out of the way. He did the same to the other side and now her clit was vulnerable and exposed. The pins had only moderate tension in their springs, but Evan still took the time to make sure they weren’t pinching.
“Okay, sugar, your turn, brace yourself.” Evan repeated the same steps on Z’s tender labia that he had on Cami and then moved back. Taking up the wands in each of his hands, Evan spread his stance and braced his weight forward as though getting ready to charge into battle.
Slowly, with his eyes glued to the women bound and helpless before him, Evan lowered the bright colored rubber balls onto the flesh he had uncovered. Their screams were electric and poured into his body like a life-giving force. Neither of them could move, trapped in their bindings and helpless to do anything but take what he gave them, and he reveled in it.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Please, please, please, oh please! Oh God–” Z was screaming as her head thrashed back and forth and her feet pin wheeled, the only parts of her body that had freedom of movement, as the climax barreled down on her. Evan pushed just a fraction harder on her wand and rumbled out, “My name.” He snarled in savage passion, “is not God, sub. Say my name.” Then he turned up the speed on her wand and Ziporah lost her fucking mind. She came with a wail that reverberated off the walls and into his very soul. It went on and on. Christ, but she was beautiful in her passion.
“Oh fuck!” Cami’s shout was so guttural the two words had at least a dozen syllables as her climax blasted into her. She groaned and arched her head back as far as her neck would allow and Evan could see every muscle in her body straining as it was caught in the throes of ecstasy. “Oh my God! Oh my God, please! It won’t, it won’t, it won–” Cami’s body gave a mighty heave that jerked both her and Z. “Stop! Oh God, Sir, it won’t stop.” Her honey-blonde hair was a whirlwind around her face as she tried to thrash. “Coming. I’m still com-m-m-ming.”
The groans and shouts she was making were driving Evan mad. There was a hunger inside him that could only be fed by this. By them. These two stunning women who laid themselves out bare for him. Who offered him everything. “Don’t stop,” he warned her in a voice he barely recognized. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Then he upped the speed even more.
Evan crouched down so he was eye level with what he was doing. He pressed for more from Cami even as he pulled back a little for Z. After an eternity, Cami’s pleas dissolved into a scream of mindlessness and her body poured forth of rush of fluid as a brilliant orgasm washed through her and soaked the bed.
Staying right where he was, Evan focused again on Z as her body and moans showed signs that she was nearing peak again. “That’s it baby,” Evan crooned to her, “That’s it. Gimme more. Fucking give me everything.” She screamed and he heard her say, “I am,” and he was lost. Lost in them both.
He stood up to his full height again and reached for the stands. As he adjusted them, this time from the outsides instead of from between their legs, he positioned the balls securely right over their clits, while he made sure to leave their holes free from obstruction and open for his play.
Z was already screaming in the throes of her next orgasm when he thrust his fingers inside her. She was molten hot and tight as the grip of a constrictor on his plunging digits. Cami’s sweet cunt was just as hot and wet and tight, and Evan cursed viciously at the feel of the contractions still pulsing through her sheath.
“Fuck, ladies.” Evan’s voice was almost reverent. “So good, you both feel so fucking good. Again now. Go again, both of you. Right. Fucking. Now!” And they did. They came for him like fountains, raining in a scorching rush across his palms. “More,” he demanded, endlessly greedy. “More and more and fucking more.”
All three of them were sweating, the girls’ makeup a ruined mess that he found sexy as hell. His arms pumped until his hands threatened to cramp and his biceps strained to the point of burning. He adjusted and readjusted the wands, never leaving them in the same place for long, so their bodies could in no way become immune to the stimulation they p
rovided. He’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d coaxed, won, and yanked from their bodies. It wasn’t enough, he feared it would never be enough. They were his food, and he was ravenous.
To the chorus of women lost in subspace, Evan stood and reached for his riding crop. Their voices were an incessant symphony, an ongoing aria that filled the room with its erotic melody. With deft and precise flicks of his wrist, Evan aimed for the pretty, crooked row of pins across their breasts. Each flick of the crop popped off another one, and every time it did, the woman freed from that bite cried out for him. Snap. Snap. Snap. They sprang free in order, like dominoes falling in a line, and Evan wished he had taken the time to have added more.
“Oh ladies,” Evan crooned as he removed the stands and the remaining clothespins from their labia. Then he took the wands in hand again. “What have you done to my control? I wanted to be here all night. Hearing you scream. Making you scream.” Evan turned the speed on both toys up to full blast and laid those balls directly on top of each woman’s left nipple. Right on cue they screamed for him. And it was magnificent. “But I need you now. I’m already there, already bursting to be inside you. And it’s got to be right fucking now.”
Evan placed himself between Cami’s thighs, bent forward so he was a looming over her as she was restrained beneath him. With the shift of his hips, he nudged his cock forward, positioning himself for that deep slide within. “Look at me, sweet brat. My sweet, sweet brat.” When those big blue eyes fluttered open, they were dazed.
“Oh, Sir. Oh my, Sir.” Her head lifted as far as she could reach, her whole body begging for his kiss. Evan was helpless to deny her; he brought his mouth down and kissed her deep and wet and thoroughly as his body sank into hers.
It was like plunging his cock into wet wildfire, and that fire spread throughout his entire body. Without breaking their kiss, Evan placed one wand on one of her tender nipples and swallowed the cries she uttered like it was candy. With the other arm going by feel alone, he ran that undulating ball from one pert breast to the other as Z continued with her own cries.