His fingers slid further inside, faster, stretching me as I begged silently for something else to fill me and give me release. All while maintaining eye contact with Joshua, who looked increasingly agitated. He stood, and walking over to the table where I lay, squirming under Nicholas’s expert touch and said, “Roll over Elizabeth.”
Absolutely.
Nicholas had to pull his hand away from me so I could roll over, and I mourned the loss of his touch. No sooner had I flipped on to my back though, then Joshua was on me, hands on my breasts, teeth grazing my nipples. My back arched off the table and I felt Nicholas’s hands at my thighs, urging my legs apart. It wasn’t until I felt the blunt head of his cock at my entrance that Joshua seemed to come to his senses.
“Nicholas, no.”
“Nicholas, yes.” I contradicted him. I was so filled with need after everything that happened already that day, no way was he going to deny me this. No way.
“That wasn’t part of the agreement, you know that Nicholas.”
“I didn’t agree to shit,” I panted. Angry now. Nicholas hadn’t said a thing, just hovered there, a condom already placed on his engorged cock. He stroked himself lightly, barely holding on to his self-control and. Well, fuck that.
“You two have been playing with me all day, and I don’t want to be stopped by the only person in this room that has actually been allowed to get off. Nicholas wants to fuck me. I want him to fuck me. I would prefer he does it while you played with my tits, but if all you are going to do is complain then you can sit down on the couch and watch.” I had no idea where those words came from, I had never said anything even remotely close to that in my whole life, and I would probably be mortified tomorrow. But today I was splitting open with need, and if Joshua was going to stand in my way, he could fuck right off. I was crazy with want, losing my mind from not being allowed satisfaction. Nicholas was panting heavily, watching Joshua, seeing what he would do. When Joshua didn’t make a move to stop him, or sit down, Nicholas stroked his swollen dick and slid me a little further down the table.
Oh yes, this was happening.
“No,” Joshua said loudly, damn close to yelling actually. “Don’t do that. I have a better idea. Listen to me. Elizabeth, I’ll give you something good. I’ll give you both something good.”
Both Nicholas and I looked at Joshua. He damned well better have something after being the cock blocker of the century.
“I’ll take care of you, Elizabeth.” He said, and his words washed over me like a caress. A promise.
“Why you?” Nicholas growled, angry at his prize being snatched away right before his eyes. “I want this, she wants this, so why you?”
“I’ll take care of her,” Joshua ground out, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor again. “I’ll take care of her, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you my mouth,” Joshua said to me, his eyes as dark as the ocean floor, “and I’ll give you my ass.” My mouth dropped open, and so did Nicholas’s.
“You’d bottom for me? You’ve never bottomed for me.” Nicholas breathed deep, nostrils flaring. He liked what Joshua was proposing that was for sure.
“It’s been years since I’ve bottomed for anyone,” Joshua admitted. “But now’s the time so if we are going to do this, I suggest we get started. He’s going to be here soon enough, and we need to be ready.
“Are you sure?” Nicholas asked, his hands trembling as he slid his jeans down the rest of the way. He was giving Joshua an out, but he was still getting ready.
Joshua turned all the way around, and grabbing Nicholas by the neck he claimed his mouth hungrily, swallowing his doubt, dominating him completely. Nicholas moaned into Joshua’s mouth and I echoed the sound, completely undone by the display. “I trust you,” Joshua said to Nicholas, before turning that hungry gaze to me. I was ready to weep I was so ready. I wanted someone, anyone to touch me, but I also wanted to see what they would show me.
Joshua slid the soft brown ottoman that I had placed beside the couch over to the end of the massage table, and gently knelt down on it, caressing my inner thighs with his hands as he did. My legs trembled as he spread them, letting his fingertips graze the wetness there, before placing a soft kiss on first one, then the other thigh until I was panting with need. Nicholas dripped some massage oil onto his hand and rubbed it all over his thick erection before doing the same thing over Joshua’s ass, rubbing the oil down the crack before slipping one finger into his hole, all the way up to the knuckle.
Joshua moaned at the intrusion, and I mimicked him. I couldn’t help it. Watching those two was just as erotic the second time around, only this time there were hands on my body as well. Hands hot as a branding iron as they spread my legs even further apart. “Spread yourself open for me,” he murmured, and I slid my hands down to hold myself open, fully exposed. Joshua braced his arms on the massage table and bent his head low, so low I could sense his breath on my thighs. “Stop being so scared Nicholas. That’s enough of your hand. Give me your cock. Fuck me like I know you’ve always wanted to because I’m going to eat Elizabeth like dessert.” And then he put his mouth on me, and I screamed.
Joshua may have been bi, but he ate pussy like he had been training for a marathon. There was no way I was going to be able to last with those masterful strokes of his as he alternated between sucking my clit into his mouth and fucking me with his tongue. All the while moaning as his face was pushed deeper between my legs by Nicholas, who did not have to be told twice to get a move on. He’d slowly worked his whole length into Joshua, but once he was in, and Joshua’s body had accepted the intrusion, all bets were off. “Oh God, I’m not going to last. Your ass is so tight, shit, Josh, hold still.”
But Joshua wasn’t holding still. He was forcing his ass back against Nicholas as he pushed into him, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin bringing me to the point of frenzy. With every push Joshua rocked against me, his nose grazing my clit and his tongue working inside of me, mimicking what Nicholas was doing to him.
I came apart in a blistering orgasm, rocking against Joshua’s face so hard it had to have hurt, but he didn’t pull away. Just lifted his face to stare up the line of my body, eyes blasting a trail of heat while Nicholas continued to pound from the back. I might have wondered if Joshua was even enjoying himself, he made no noise, but his dick was an iron spike rising up between his legs and straining against his abdomen.
Nicholas made a strangled sound above him as Joseph reared back against him again. His breaths were coming closer and closer together, and still he kept up the rhythmic motion. “Come for me, Nicholas. Come for me while you fuck my ass.” His dirty words may have been a turn on for me, but they worked magic for Nicholas, and he tensed up, thrusting forward one last time before shouting his release to the ceiling. It took him a moment to pull out, like he was loathed to leave Joshua’s body, but when he did Joshua turned around and kissed him. “I told you I would give you both something good,” he said as he turned his cocky smile to me, proving that no matter what sexual position he was in, Joshua was definitely dominant.
I could only laugh weakly, barely having the strength to sit up on the massage table and swing my legs over the edge. My legs didn’t want to hold me up though, and I stumbled a bit when I tried to stand. “Josh, why don’t you take her to go clean up? I’ll take care of things out here.” Nicholas had already disposed of the condom he had used and was cleaning himself off with a wet wipe he had procured from somewhere. He must have seen the curious look on my face because he smiled wickedly and said, “I’m a masseuse, Elizabeth. Wet wipes in the travel bag are a must.”
Should I have been more concerned about the lack of awkwardness in the aftermath of our sexscapade? Because there wasn’t any. Joshua just led me to the bathroom where I was helped into the steaming hot shower. That I could do on my own, I didn’t need any help. I also skipped washing my hair considering I had already done that this morning. But, as Joshua urged from the other side of the cur
tain where he used several washcloths to clean himself, it was probably better I washed off the scent of other men before he got here.
Whoever he was. This mystery man who was going to show me what giving up control was. I probably should have been nervous, concerned, and maybe even afraid. But all I could feel was relaxed, sated, and satisfied. All of my frustration had disappeared, and I left the shower feeling completely reborn – until I saw what was waiting on the bed for me.
Nine
“What is this?” I came out of the bedroom, waving the tiny scraps of black cloth in my hand accusingly. “Am I supposed to put this on? I don’t even know how to put this on.” Nicholas was staring at the ceiling, trying very hard not to make eye contact and Joshua was fighting a smile. “Please tell me neither of you thinks I’m going to wear this.”
“Oh no,” Joshua said as he lost the battle and the smile stretched across his face. “I certainly did not pick it out, although I have to say I’m looking forward to seeing you in it.”
“Nope. That is definitely his choice. He demanded we make sure you have it on when he gets here, actually.”
“Nicholas, there are no bra cups.” I turned my rage to him. “It’s just elastic and lace. It’s just lines. My tits will be completely hanging out, what’s the point?”
“Submission probably,” Joshua said lazily from his seat on the couch while Nicholas packed up his bottles and gear and folded up his massage table. It made me sad to see him cleaning up. It meant that they were going to be leaving me soon.
“What do you mean by submission?” I asked, eyes narrowing. “I’m not into BDSM.”
“You weren’t into a ménage before earlier today I don’t think either,” Nicholas quipped, but then he saw my face and shut his lips.
“I don’t think it’s BDSM in this instance. Actually, I kind of understand after listening to him talk for a bit.” Joshua sounded thoughtful as he scratched his chin and looked at me. “You have a serious control issue. It’s getting to the point where you are working yourself into the ground. You had to take a couple of days off work in the middle of the week, didn’t you? I was staying at the hotel for our LBBC conference over the weekend. I heard about the fight. Jesus, other people’s children I tell you. Anyway, from what I understand, his purpose tonight is about getting you to let go of the need for constant control. And for that, you have to willingly let someone else have control over you. It’s a trust thing. Just like I trusted Nicholas earlier today.”
“I’m not doing butt stuff.” I’d meant it as a joke. Sort of. I really wasn’t going to do butt stuff.
Joshua and Nicholas said nothing, just looked at me patiently, waiting for me to come to terms with what Joshua had just said. “Ok, yes. I have a major control issue.” I admitted with a frown. “But I don’t see how me wearing scraps of nothing is fixing that particular problem.”
Nicholas sighed and sat down next to Joshua on the couch, relaxing with one arm flung on the back of the cushions. “How about just doing what you are told without asking questions? See? Control issue.”
Joshua’s pocket started beeping and he pulled his phone out to check it. “Well guys, we have about twenty minutes to figure out if Elizabeth is wearing that…outfit…or not, because that is when he will be here.”
Twenty minutes? And he was coming here? I don’t know why I would have thought it was going to be anywhere else, but for some reason knowing there was a countdown had me nervous as hell. Sensing my nervousness the boys tried to calm me down.
“Easy Elizabeth,” Nicholas said soothingly. “I’ve met the guy. I can vouch for him. You’ll be okay.”
“We won’t leave you alone with him if you don’t want. Remember, this is for you. No one can do anything to you that you don’t want them to do. We’ll make sure of it.” Joshua stood and took the tiny scraps of black lace from my hand. “But I think you should open yourself up to this experience, I really do. You don’t always have to be in control, Elizabeth. Let go and let someone else do the work.” He grinned then, that charming and disarming smile, and before I knew it, Joshua was leading me back to my bedroom and helping me into the series of tiny straps that made up the two-piece outfit. It was really nothing more than strappy black panties and cupless bralette with slits in the front where my nipples would poke out, but without someone to hold it correctly I would have never figured out how to put it on. I wondered if he knew that I would need help getting into it. I wondered if that was part of his plan.
“Oh shit, that’s hot,” Nicholas whistled as I walked back into the front room with Joshua. I wasn’t embarrassed to be so exposed to these two. The stranger who was on his way to my house though, on his way to take control from me, that definitely had me shaking a little. I smiled weakly, shifting from foot to foot nervously. Ok, so I was wearing the ridiculous costume. What now? I saw Nicholas flick his gaze above my head to Joshua, before looking back, his face a mask of innocence. I whipped around just in time to see Joshua pull a length of black cloth out of his pocket and his eyes pleaded with me to understand.
“This next part is going to be a little more difficult to manage, Elizabeth, but trust me, it’s going to be fine.” I knew what he had in his hands, and no fucking way was he going to blindfold me.
“Um, what’s next after that, boys? Does he want you to tie me to a chair?” Their guilty faces told me all I needed to know. “You are all out of your minds.” Nicholas opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, there was a firm knocking on the door. Everyone froze.
No one made a move, even when the knocking sounded again. Ten more seconds passed by and then Joshua’s pocket began to ring. “Hello?”
Joshua was silent for a moment as he listened to whatever was being said on the other side of the line. Then he sighed. “The outfit is on, but short of a wrestling match I don’t think we are going to get the blindfold or the restraints on.”
Restraints? I knew it.
“No one is tying me down, Joshua,” I yelled across the room. “You can tell him that.”
“Jesus, you can tell him yourself,” and he gave me the phone, throwing his hands in the air, clearly giving up on the entire thing.
I grabbed the phone and snarled into it angrily, “No one is tying me down, buddy.”
“No one will do anything you don’t want them to do.” The voice on the other end of the phone startled me. I was expecting someone younger, like Joshua and Nicholas, but the voice on the other end of the phone was gravelly and deep. Smooth, but with rough edges. It was a strong voice. Too similar to someone else’s for my liking and probably the beginning of my undoing.
“Then why are you trying to get Joshua to blindfold me and tie me to a chair?” I accused, angry, but also nervous. I was still in control. No one had done anything that I had said no to, so why was I shaking holding the phone?
“You need to stop trying to be in control of every little thing,” the voice said. I had expected him to be harsh and unforgiving. Instead, this voice was easy, reasonable…familiar. “This is a lesson for you. A lesson in letting go. I can teach you how to do that – but you have to learn how to obey. And the best way to do that,” he continued like he was explaining something incredibly simple to a small child, “is to remove your means with which to fight for that control. The restraints aren’t necessary, and I’ll gladly get rid of them if they make you uncomfortable. But the blindfold is non-negotiable.” There was a hard edge to his voice now, and I can’t say it was entirely unpleasant.
It was familiar somehow. Soothing.
“What happens if I say no to the blindfold too?” I was trying to be authoritative, but it came out as a breathy whisper, damn his voice and damn my imagination for running away from me.
“Absolutely nothing,” he said. “I will turn around and walk away from here and you will not have to do another thing. But you’ll wonder, what I would have done, what pleasure you could have had if you would have just let go of the reins for a short while. A simple �
��no’ from you will end everything. But it will end your entire contract. Your two young friends in there will be leaving with me as well, so please think carefully about your words. What do you really want? What are you willing to do? If you say no we all leave. But if you say yes, then I’m in charge. You answer to me.” His sentence ended on a growl, and the sound of his voice was so familiar, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe it was just because it was through the phone but I couldn’t help but think I had heard that voice before. I must have waited too long to answer because he prodded me again. “What is your answer? What do you want to do?” Instead of speaking I hung up the phone and handed it back to Joshua. I sat down on the ottoman that he had been kneeling on just a short while prior, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“No restraints. Just the blindfold. Hurry up before I change my mind.” And as the cool black silk covered my eyes and Joshua tied it in a firm knot behind my head, I heard Nicholas open the door.
Ten
“We had a fucking deal—why does it smell like sex in here?” He demanded before the door was even fully closed behind him. Why was his voice so damn familiar?
“Relax,” I said dryly, “No one here broke any of your little rules. I heard about your gentleman’s agreement.”
“Elizabeth,” Joshua nudged my side gently. Urging me to be quiet.
Footsteps came closer and then stopped in front of me. The silence went on so long I became nervous. I knew he was standing in front of me, but he wasn’t saying anything. No one was. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity I felt a hand, a large hand fall gently on my naked shoulder. The hand didn’t stay in one place though, it stroked gently down one arm and grazed the side of one breast lightly before settling on one knee. I felt him sink down to the floor in front of me. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him there, sense the disturbance in the air.
“Oh my beautiful, proud princess,” he murmured. “What are we going to do with that smart mouth?” His hands were massaging my knees, and no matter how hard I willed them to stay closed out of spite, my traitorous body had other ideas. He carried the scent of spice and the outdoors. A scent that had always been so enticing to me because it reminded me of someone else. I knew this man could not be him because the other man was too nice, too easy going to carry out the role of dominant here, but I couldn’t help but think about him anyway because that was who my imagination conjured up behind the blindfold. I saw who I wanted to see. I gripped the sides of the ottoman tightly as his hands massaged up the sides of my legs, the calluses on his fingers sliding roughly against my skin, sending delicious ribbons of pleasure zinging through me. This was a man who worked with his hands, I could tell.
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