Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More)

by Christelle Mirin

  Missy’s body reacted to the suggestion he was making by sending warmth through her, awakening her pussy yet again tonight. She remembered how she had been slightly involved in Lauren’s bonding when she had joined the firm. She had given Lauren a massage, using her best oils, and when things became heated and Crystal, one of the other members of the firm, had decided to bond with Lauren right on the massage table, Missy had totally enjoyed watching the two women experience the pure pleasure of release. Missy would like to connect with Lauren again and with Justice, a man who was very well trained when it came to turning pain to pleasure. “They didn’t ask for me, Sam. They called you. Wouldn’t they think I was intruding?” She didn’t want to overstep her bounds by arriving at the playroom, the room where the bonding was taken to the highest levels, without being invited. If Justice and Lauren didn’t expect her, she’d didn’t want them to hold back on her account. She’d feel much more comfortable if they knew she was going to be involved.

  “Why don’t we ask them?” Sam squeezed her upper arm lightly. “I have to call Justice back to let him know how soon I can meet them. I can ask him then? What do you say?”

  Missy pressed her lips together for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, go ahead and ask him.” She raised a finger and tapped him on the nose. “But if there’s any hesitation on his part, you will let me know. I don’t want to be a ‘fourth wheel,’ so to speak.”

  “I’ll feel him out, and if there’s any inclination on his part to not want you there, I’ll make sure to take note. How’s that?” He grinned, an excitement showing in his eyes.

  Missy wasn’t surprised by the spark she saw in his gaze. Maybe Sam wanted her to join in so he could see how she reacted in a group bonding situation. There was no doubt she would receive pure pleasure from the experience but she didn’t want to insert herself into something where she wasn’t really wanted. “All right, I’ll agree for you to ask him, but I’m serious—don’t insist that I come.”

  “You are such a worrywart.” Sam rolled over and picked up the phone, punching in a number. The phones in the compound were all connected and each room had its own number, like a hotel.

  It wasn’t long before his call was answered. “Justice, I can be there in a half hour but there’s something I’d like to ask you…”

  Missy propped her head on her hand and listened intently to the one-sided conversation.

  A few minutes later, Sam hung up the phone and rolled back toward her. “As you may have been able to tell from listening to my side of the conversation, they would be delighted to have you included. Are you up for it?”

  Missy smiled and threw back the sheet. “Just let me grab a quick shower. Can I use yours?”

  “Only if I can join you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

  Missy slid from the bed and stood, hands on hips. “Well then, come wash my back for me.”

  When she stepped beneath the warm spray of water in Sam’s large shower, Missy was greeted by a pair of strong arms. Sam drew her into his embrace, their bodies moving slickly against each other as the water streamed over them. He captured her mouth, kissing her tenderly as he turned her slowly, wetting her body and inciting heat to pool in her pussy. When he finally released her lips, she sucked in a long breath and met his gaze as he moved her away from the spray of water.

  “I love being in your arms,” she said, tightening her hold around his waist. “It makes me feel safe.”

  “Safe? Is that the only thing it makes you feel?”

  Glistening drops of water hung from his long eyelashes, almost looking like tears. “No,” she said carefully, getting the sense her answer was more important than she realized. “It also makes me feel sexier than I’ve ever felt in my life.”

  “And?”

  Should she say it? Should she tell him how being held in his arms really made her feel? Missy sensed their connection to each other was growing closer with every passing moment they spent together, but was he ready to hear just how she was beginning to feel about him? Focusing on his face, she swallowed and blurted out the most important thing she would say to him yet. “Being encircled in your arms, Sam, makes me feel loved.” She held her breath, waiting for him to respond.

  Sam’s face softened, his eyes showing some sort of deep emotion that Missy didn’t recognize. He reached up and wiped the drops of water from his eyes then pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.

  Her stomach tensed, taking his action as one of stress. She started to pull back from him, thinking she’d said too much.

  His arm that was still around her waist tightened its hold, pulling her back to him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, dropping his hand from his face and sliding it back to its position around her waist.

  “I, um…” She wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. Why was this relationship with Sam so hard? Because it’s the most important relationship in your life, a little voice inside her head said.

  Sam smiled down at her and squeezed her to him tightly, parking his chin on top of her head. “I like it that I can make you feel loved, Missy. That’s a good thing, a wonderful thing.” He leaned back and looked down at her upturned face. “I don’t want you to ever be afraid to say anything to me. I can tell from your actions that you’re worried you said too much, and let me tell you, I want to hear those kinds of things. I want to know your every thought and emotion, your heart. I want to know you completely. Will you allow me that pleasure?”

  Missy’s heart lifted. This was turning into something so deep and intense it was a little scary, but it was exactly what she had wanted to experience with him. This connection with Sam could very well turn into love, and there was no way she was going to back away from it. She had watched him for months and longed to be this close to him, and from what he was telling her right now, he was okay with it and wanted it, too.

  “I will do my best to tell you how I feel truthfully, even if it scares me,” she said, molding herself to him, their bodies slick and wet. “Will you do the same for me? Let me know you?”

  A smile spread slowly over his lips. “I’ve never been completely open to anyone before but this time, I think I’ll tempt fate and see where this leads. I have a distinct feeling what you and I have together is going to be very, very intimate and also loving. So, yes, Missy Blue, I’m inviting you into my heart.”

  Chapter Eight

  Missy was walking on air.

  She and Sam held hands, wrapped in robes, as they crossed the compound in the moonlit darkness to the building that housed the playroom. It felt good to have her fingers entwined with his, felt right. Though she was twenty-seven years old, Sam made her feel ten years younger. The promise of a new relationship with him was enlightening, scary, and so exciting she was vibrating inside.

  How she was going to react during a bonding session with Justice and Lauren included in the mix was another thing. Missy had been involved in bonding sessions before but never with Sam. She was nervous and was trying desperately not to let it get the better of her. She didn’t want to do anything to effect the connection they had made, which was growing into something very pleasurable and possibly long-lasting.

  The low lights along the pathway gave off a soft yellow glow, and the crickets were singing a lively tune. The night was warm but not uncomfortably so. For all reasons, Missy felt this night was perfect. Hopefully nothing would go wrong once they began their session.

  Sam held the door to the building open for her and they walked together down the hall to the playroom. They called it the playroom because they all considered it a room only for indulging their every desire.

  Justice and Lauren were lounging together on the large couch along the back wall. The long, red couch was new, recently added so people could relax during breaks in the bonding action. The room was lit strategically, highlighting certain areas where pieces of apparatus were positioned. Most of the pieces had to do with some sort of bondage. The members of the firm felt t
hat if a prospective associate allowed themselves to release all of their inhibition by giving up control to others, they could bond in a way that was basal and deep. New associates were given the option of not participating but that usually led to not making it into the courtroom to argue cases with the three main partners. Cane, Moss and White were well known for being a formidable force in the courtroom and the assistants they chose to accompany them in the courtroom and help prepare cases had to be close and familiar, ones who had shared their most intimate desires. The partners thought bonding with their team made them perform as a well-oiled machine. And it worked. They hadn’t lost a case that Missy could remember.

  “Rodgers, Missy, how are you two?” Justice asked, rising from the couch. He, too, was dressed in a robe, a black silk one that matched Lauren’s who sat smiling from the couch.

  “We’re fine,” Sam said, slipping his arm around Missy’s waist and leading her further into the room. “We just didn’t expect anyone tonight. I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

  Missy still wondered about the reason behind everyone at the compound calling Sam “Rodgers.” He had sort of explained it, but it was still strange to her. She was the only one who called him Sam. When she thought about it, the fact she called him Sam and no one else did actually made it feel more intimate. She had to admit, she sort of liked that.

  “We haven’t been here long.” Lauren crossed her long legs, causing her robe to slide open to show how impossibly long her legs did look. “Missy, you look wonderful. Have you done something different with your hair?”

  Missy reached up to touch her hair. That couldn’t be it. “I’m just wearing it down for once.”

  Lauren narrowed her eyes and gave her a wry smile. “Well, if it’s not your hair, maybe it’s something else that’s making you seem to glow.” Her gaze moved from Missy to Sam, her smile widening.

  Sam cleared his throat. “It’s great to have you two here. What do you have in mind, by the way?”

  Justice rubbed his hands together, his hazel eyes sparkling. “How about we take these two women and hang them from the chains while we have our way with them?”

  Sam turned to Missy. “Hmm, sounds interesting. Missy?”

  Looking into the clear blue of his eyes, something stirred deep inside her. “I’ll follow your lead,” she said, her pussy already trembling with the thought of being restrained again by Sam.

  “Shall we begin then?” Justice clapped his hands.

  Robes thrown randomly on the couch, Sam and Justice lowered the chains from the ceiling. They were used quite often during bonding sessions, secured to the ceiling above with large hooks that could withstand the strain if someone lost their footing and had to be supported by the chains themselves.

  Once that was done, the men opened the closet that contained most of the bondage gear and returned to the two women, each man holding a padded set of handcuffs. Missy stood facing Sam, watching him as he snapped the handcuffs shut around her wrists then raised her hands to hook them to the chain above. Justice did the same with Lauren, securing her to a separate chain, one so close that Missy and Lauren would be facing each other, almost touching.

  The men disappeared, leaving the two women waiting. Lauren stood a good six inches taller than Missy, her long blonde hair trailing down over her chest to just beneath her breasts. Missy looked up into Lauren’s blue eyes, remembering her role in Lauren’s bonding. She had enjoyed massaging Lauren’s smooth skin and the heat it had generated. Crystal White, another partner in the firm, had taken the lead in the bonding, and the three women had spent a wonderful hour together. Missy usually liked to watch, act the voyeur, and she wasn’t inclined to have sexual relations with women, but Lauren was the sort of impressive woman that when she was in a state of arousal, anyone would be hard pressed to keep their hands off.

  “You really do look like something has happened to you, Missy,” Lauren said softly. “Something has changed about you and it looks like it was for the better. Not that you didn’t look wonderful before…” The chains rattled above as Lauren shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

  Missy chuckled. “Oh, I didn’t take that wrong, don’t worry. I have to admit, my life seems to be taking a different turn right now and I’m loving it.”

  Lauren leaned toward her. “Keep up what you’re doing. Whatever it is, you are looking more beautiful than ever,” she whispered against Missy’s ear.

  The feel of Lauren’s warm breath so near her ear sent heat through Missy that coiled in her belly. She wondered if Lauren was coming on to her. She found out seconds later when Lauren moved from her ear to brush her lips over Missy’s cheek. “Lovely,” Lauren mouthed against her skin.

  Missy shuddered, her nipples tightening.

  The two men returned. “You didn’t start without us, did you?” Justice asked lightly, moving behind Lauren and kissing her shoulder. “This looks like it may turn into something very interesting.” He met Missy’s gaze and winked.

  Sam pressed against her back, his hands coming around to her front to cup her breasts. He tweaked her pebbled nipples, sending sparks to the back of her tongue. “I think they have started without us from the condition of these gorgeous tits of Missy’s. She’s already turned on.”

  “Does that bother you, Sam?” Missy asked, her gaze settling on Lauren’s eyes.

  “Not in the least.” He pressed against her back harder, his cock sliding into the crevice between the cheeks of her ass. “What about you, Justice?”

  “Are you kidding? I love seeing two women enjoy each other. You like that once in a while, don’t you, my love?”

  “Yes,” Lauren said, her voice low. “Yes, I do.”

  “Well, then,” Sam said, sliding one hand from Missy’s breast to her lower abdomen. “Why don’t you women do whatever comes naturally?”

  Missy felt Sam’s foot nudge her right ankle. She knew the signal and spread her legs wider. He took her by the hips with both hands and after bending his knees a bit, he slid his cock inside her already wet pussy. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, her eyes not leaving Lauren’s as she felt his shaft stretch her cunt, its heat searing her insides.

  Justice did the same to Lauren, the other woman’s lips parting when he rammed into her. The chains holding them rattled above. “You’re not close enough,” Justice said over Lauren’s shoulder. He pressed her forward, until her body was fully against Missy’s. “There. That’s better.”

  Lauren gazed down into Missy’s eyes, running her tongue over her full lower lip. Missy fought back a moan as Sam began to fuck her from behind, slow and easy and very, very deeply. Her pussy creamed, her juices wetting the insides of her thighs. The scent of sex wafted up to her, coiling around the four of them as the heat between them began to build.

  With each thrust of the men, the two women were pressed against each other. Lauren’s breasts slid slickly over Missy’s skin, both of them dewed with sweat from the power of the men’s passion. Missy tilted her chin up, parting her lips slightly. Lauren lowered her head, running her tongue over Missy’s mouth. Missy closed her eyes and moaned, “Mmm.”

  Lauren caught her moan, covering Missy’s mouth with her warm, full lips. Missy opened to her, inviting her inside the wetness of her mouth. They pressed together as their kiss deepened and Lauren groaned into Missy’s mouth. Soft sighs and low moans filled her ears. The men increased their pace, Sam fucking her like a freight train from behind. Lauren hungrily devoured her mouth, soft little mews coming from her as Justice did the same, fucking Lauren as he groaned loudly. Heat, sweat, the rattle of the chains filled Missy’s mind as she let her body take over and take in the pleasure she was receiving from man and woman.

  “Oh God, I’m coming,” Lauren said, her voice rasping as she pulled back from Missy’s mouth, throwing her head back. “Oh God, Justice!”

  Missy was close to exploding herself, her cunt a steaming furnace, her juices running down the insides of her legs. When L
auren arched back against Justice, her body shuddering with her release, Missy took the opportunity to taste Lauren’s full breasts. She closed her mouth over one hard, little nipple and sucked, her mouth working Lauren’s luscious flesh. It was good, so good, and Lauren jerked with every flick of her tongue, pressing her breast against Missy’s hungry mouth. It was too much, Missy’s body and mind overloading.

  The orgasm slammed into her, and her back arched. Lauren’s nipple pulled from her mouth with a loud “pop” as Sam bit down on Missy’s shoulder, shooting his hot seed into her pussy as it milked him.

  Missy’s heart skipped a beat and she gulped in a ragged breath, her body rocking with such a pure, intense release she thought she might pass out. Her pussy clenched, encircling Sam’s cock and pulsing around it. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and it was long minutes before Missy’s body finally slowed its reaction to the sensual escapades she had just been involved in.

  Sam slid from inside her, his warm, moist breath wafting over her shoulder. “Damn, woman, that must have been some orgasm.” He kissed the side of her head just above her ear. “I thought that tight cunt of yours was going to squeeze my dick right off.”

  Missy grinned, still breathing hard. She caught Lauren’s gaze. Lauren was grinning, too.

  This was turning out to be a very life-changing night, one that was promising to give Missy more pleasure than she’d ever experienced in the span of just a few hours. She wondered what was next on the agenda. She couldn’t wait to see what Sam cooked up the next time they came together to bond. Whatever it was, she was ready for it.

  Chapter Nine

  The four of them spent the rest of the night, well into the next morning, experimenting with some of the equipment in the playroom. Missy had never had so many orgasms in one night and by the time they were all exhausted from the activities, she knew she would pay for it later today in sore muscles and possibly some bruises. When she left the playroom in the bright light of morning, it was hand in hand with Sam and she’d never been happier in her life.