Ash and I mirrored gasps as we took in the enormity of what Damien just said. Ash can only come if I said he could? That was a hell of a lot of control he was just putting at my feet. But why would I deny him that? He’d been through so much, it wouldn’t benefit me at all to make him go wanting. Of course I would tell him to come. Before I could open my mouth to say exactly that, Damien continued.
“I know it isn’t me that you want touching you right now,” Damien said, but his hands were still flirting with the ropes, casually brushing over the skin of Ash’s chest, tinged pink from the leather whip. “Who do you want to touch you? Say it now or get nothing. Give her that power, or leave. Say what it is that you want, or your dick stays hard until tomorrow, you’ll get no permission from me.” Abruptly, Damien grabbed Ash’s long hair in his fist and pulled sharply. “Say it Ash, who do you want to make you come?”
“Fuck. Amelia. I want Amelia to make me come.” His teeth ground against each other and he pulled at his restraints some more. His cock swelled even bigger if that was possible, and my nipples throbbed in response.
Fuck, I wanted to make him come too.
What was wrong with me that I was ready to jump up and acquiesce to his request?
“Well, Amelia?” Damien said smoothly from his position next to the chair. “Will you grant him mercy? You don’t have to, you know. But I’ll admit, it’s exciting to watch those emotions wash across your face. Your desire is a most beautiful shade of pink. It makes me want to see how far down that blush goes. Don’t you wish you could see her too, Ash?” Ash only moaned in response.
I couldn’t speak. The weight of my decision heavy on my chest and shoulders. Did I act like I was unaffected, deny Ash’s request and leave them there? Or did I swallow any semblance of pride that I had, walk over to that chair and touch his trembling naked body? Did I give him the release that he craved? I was jealous. I wanted to be the one manipulating Ash’s body right now. I wanted him to beg me like he had begged Damien. I wasn’t his master, but his master had handed that power to me, and every nerve ending in my body was screaming at me to wield it.
I rose from the chair and took a step closer to the two men.
6
I reached Ash’s trembling body in three seconds, the scent of sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air. I breathed it in deeply as I looked first at Ash, still bound and helpless in the chair, and then at Damien, whose eyes were so heavy and dark they seemed to pull me in like the tide. The hell with the fight. The hell with the club. The hell with anything going on in the world outside of this experience, this moment. I made up my mind in an instant. Placing my body between him and Damien I leaned in and whispered, “Are you sure that’s what you want? How do you want me to make you come?”
“Any way you’ll have me,” He whispered, a faint smile on his lips.
“You want me to use my mouth?” The way he sucked his lower lip into his mouth and bit down told me everything I needed to know about how he felt about my suggestion. “Okay—beg me.” I don’t know where I dragged the boldness to use those words, but I was rewarded with a long low moan from Ash, and a small noise of pleasure behind me from Damien. So the master approved? Desire spiked through me again at the thought of Damien being please with my performance.
“Oh God, Amelia. Please. Suck me, make me come.”
I let me fingertips drift down to Ash’s thighs and ran them up and down the insides of his legs with light feather touches. His knees fell open even more than they already were and his cocked surged up as if it was seeking my attention.
“Do you want me to untie him?” Damien asked, his voice heavy with lust. He spoke to me like we were equals. Partners in crime wreaking havoc on Ash’s body. I had a fun idea, I wondered if Damien would play along. I hoped he would.
“Take the blindfold off but leave him tied up. I want him to be able to see me, but not touch.” I sank to my knees in front of Ash and slid my hands up his thighs as he shuddered underneath my caress. I looked up at Damien from my spot on the floor as he reached for the back of the blindfold. “He can only look at me while I take care of him. He can’t touch me,” I whispered and let the implication hang heavy in the air. “But you can.”
I was taking a huge risk. I knew it. Damien was a Dom, and he clearly had a sexual relationship with Ash. But Ash wanted me as well, and since I had already crossed all sorts of personal boundaries just by walking up to the chair and touching Ash’s body I figured I would go all in, and put what I wanted on the table as well. He could tell me no, he had the power to stop everything.
But he wouldn’t. He didn’t miss a beat as he smiled, a flash of white in the dim light of the play room. “Do you know what you’re asking, Amelia?” As he undid the knot in the black cloth and let it flutter to the floor my eyes were drawn to Ash’s, blazing brilliant blue after being covered by the blindfold so long. I licked my lips, and even though I was making eye contact with Ash, I spoke to Damien. “Let’s give him something to look at,” I whispered, before I touched my mouth to his skin.
It was the barest of kisses, my lips to the soft skin of Ash’s thigh, but the noise that came from his throat was long and deep. He bit his lip to keep from crying out any further, as if he thought if he made too much noise I would stop. Hell no, I wasn’t stopping.
Make noise for me Ash. The more the better.
“You don’t have to be quiet for me, Ash,” I licked a slick line from his knee to his upper thigh. “I love to hear your voice.” I felt Damien sink to his knees behind me and my body vibrated, waiting to see what part of me he would touch first. I was surprised when I felt his hands gently lift my hair off the base of my neck so he could plant a soft kiss there. His breath was warm on my skin.
“She’s given you permission to speak freely, Ash. Tell me, what should we do?” He let my hair fall down against my shoulders again as his hands roamed around the front of my body, brushing lightly against my nipples, already puckered tight against my soft knit shirt. There was no hiding my desire. Not from Damien. And not from Ash.
“Make her come, Sir.” Ash said, once again without hesitation, like he’d been waiting for just this moment to say exactly what he wanted to happen. “Make her scream with my cock in her mouth. Fuck her with your hand so I can see both of your faces when I come. That’s what you should do.” Damien didn’t answer, but I felt his hand slide up my thigh under my skirt, and I knew that if he moved his hand just a couple more inches, he would feel exactly how badly I wanted this, and I would be lost. I looked up at Ash one more time before I lowered my head to taste him, to open my mouth and let his slick hardness slide inside. At the same time Damien’s fingers slid against the hot, wet folds of my arousal and I did exactly what Ash wanted me to do.
I screamed.
It’s hard to know who came faster, Ash or me. Damien had barely grazed against my clit once—twice, before I splintered apart. Or maybe time had slowed down for me the moment his fingers touched my skin. Likewise, Ash exploded in my mouth as I took him deep in my throat and it was all I could do to swallow him down, more out of reflex than anything else.
It was hard.
It was fast.
I loved it.
I splintered into a thousand pieces, slowly drifting through the air before coming back together, trembling, and quivering in my skin.
The next thing I knew, Damien had me pulled against him with my back against his chest as we knelt on the floor. I felt his labored breathing against my hair and realized the experience has been intense for him as well. I looked up at Ash with unfocused eyes, his mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear any sound. That was okay, I didn’t need to hear the words anyway. All I needed to do was close my eyes and feel. Feel the ground beneath my legs and Damien’s warm body behind me. It was so warm, so comforting. So nice.
“…ll right?”
“…elia?”
Their voices were so far away, but I wasn’t worried. Ash was above me and Damien was behind me and e
verything was so soft and wonderful. My arms and legs tingled and I just knew I could stay that way forever…
“Amelia.”
Sharp. The sound of my name was sharp, jolting me from whatever lovely dream I was having and slamming me back into the present. Damien was calling to me, and there was an urgency to his voice that alarmed me.
“What?” I blinked rapidly to clear the buzzing from my head. The pleasant warm feeling was receding, and as I looked around I realized Ash was no longer tied up in the chair. Actually, he was sitting on the floor with me curled up in his lap, my head braced in the crook of his arm like a child being cradled. Damien knelt on the floor next to us, rubbing his hands briskly up and down my arms. When had Ash gotten out of the chair? That was a shit ton of rope to undo.
I raised my head to see Ash looking down at me, worry stamped on his face, his browns drawn together in a crease between his eyes. He smiled a little when he noticed me looking at him. “Hey beautiful lady,” he said softly, as if he was trying not to spook me. I lifted one hand and traced his jawline with my finger, he sure was pretty. My arm weighed a hundred pounds and I let it drop back into my lap with a plop.
“Hi yourself.”
Damien picked up the hand that I had let fall back into my lap, curled his fingers around mine and pressed my hand to his lips. “Welcome back.”
“Where did I go?” It was a silly question, but it was still a question that needed answering considering Ash was fully clothed and it was apparent that I had, at some point, lost track of time. I didn’t remember blacking out, but then again I didn’t remember watching Ash get untied and dressed again either. “What happened?”
“Subspace, I’m guessing,” Ash gave me a little squeeze, but made no indication that he was going to let me go.
“But I’m not a sub,” I frowned, squinting my eyes in concentration, as if that would explain the problem away. I knew what subspace was. It was a feeling of heightened euphoria—a frame of mind that one usually achieved after coming down from an intense session. I was not a sub, therefore I could not achieve subspace. I opened my mouth to argue the point but Damien cut me off by plucking me out of Ash’s arms and hugging me tightly. It was not an unpleasant feeling, so I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“I’m not. That was awesome.”
I second that,” Ash said from behind me as he slowly got up from the floor. “I’m having a hard time being sorry for a single thing that happened tonight. Even skipping my aftercare, such as it was.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know you will, Damien. And circumstances being what they were I wouldn’t have it any other way, so don’t stress yourself over this.” Something unseen happened over my head. The men were silent, communication with looks instead of words and I couldn’t see them because Damien had his head nestled in the crook of my neck, holding me in place while he rocked me slowly in his lap. No Sir. He’d called him Damien. That must meant that the party was over, how sad.
“It was my fault.”
Confused, I raised my head to look at Damien. His dark brown eyes turned down at the corners with worry. Why was he worried?
“I don’t understand, what’s your fault? What happened?” I blew a puff of air into Damien’s face. Why? I don’t know, maybe to chase away the look of worry that didn’t belong there. I didn’t want him to feel bad. I had just been part of something amazing. I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to do it again. “Where are your glasses?”
Ash snorted with laughter behind me and I had half a mind to turn around and ask him what was so funny, but Damien commanded by attention by getting to his feet, and in doing so, helped me to mine. “I didn’t wear my glasses because I usually don’t for scenes. And I’m sorry because it was my job to plan for things like this. It was my job to be aware of not just Ash’s needs and care but yours as well. I pushed Ash very hard tonight, knowing he could handle it. Knowing that he wanted it. But I pushed you as well, and I should have had more care for how that would affect you.”
There he was again, the man who had been suspiciously absent all evening. My proper British gentleman. Damien, the boss, so concerned with the care of his charges. I felt a little closer to him now, like I understood him a little better. I touched his face with my index finger, and smoothed away at the worry line between his eyebrows, like I was rubbing away a smudge. “You need to relax, Damien. I feel good right now. I feel better than good. I feel…” I didn’t have a word for how I felt so I tried to show him by leaning into him, and rising up on my tiptoes placing a soft kiss to his lips. “I like your glasses,” I said as I turned around smartly. Chew on that for a minute, worry wort. I was so blissed out it didn’t even occur to me to be nervous or uncertain about what had just happened.
Ash was looking at me with a small smile tugging the corners of his mouth. I ran to him, lifting my arms for a hug and he caught me, laughing as he squeezed me affectionately. “So cuddly after play time,” he mused. “Damien, I think we should get her home.”
“I rode the bus, I can get home just fine.” I didn’t need them to take care of me, although the thought had merit. I wasn’t a sub. I didn’t need aftercare.
“Like hell you’ll ride the bus like this,” Damien growled. “You’ve got the smell of sex all over you Amelia, and you are in no condition to make appropriate decisions. One of us will take you home.”
“You’re being awfully bossy, Damien.”
“I’m your boss, Amelia.” Not anymore he wasn’t, but since I’d just had a screaming orgasm all over his hand while I deep throated Ash to the point I blitzed out, I wasn’t going to argue the point.
“Go ahead and take her home, Damien. I’ll stay here and take care of the cleanup.”
Damien regarded Ash thoughtfully. “Are you all right after tonight? How are your wrists? You were pulling a lot, are your shoulders sore?”
“I’m fine, and even though I love that you are asking, I need you to not worry right now. Just take Amelia home and tuck her in. I’ll take care of this. It’s the least I can do after the mind blowing session. And my mind was. Blown.”
Yeah, just like your load, I thought. And I cackled with laughter inside my own head, even as I came to the realization that yeah, something wasn’t quite right with me. Maybe I should let Damien take me home.
The ride was quiet, awkwardness set in as the last vestiges of my euphoria slipped away. I refused to call it subspace. But I did have to admit that something had happened to me, and it was brought on by what we had done. Damien didn’t have anything to apologize for, and he certainly didn’t need to feel a level of responsibility to me. He wasn’t my dom. He wasn’t even my lover, although I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to try something like that again. I leaned my head against the seat in the passenger side of Damien’s Tahoe. If I closed my eyes and concentrated I could still taste the flavor of Ash in my mouth—could still feel Damien’s hand sliding over the curve of my ass…
I opened my eyes wide and shook my head. Dangerous. Damien was right, I was in no position to ride a bus home. I was in no position to make any decisions at the moment. Is it always like that after a session?
It was kind of a scary thought.
I lived quite close to the club, which was one of the original reasons I liked living there, and it seemed like no time at all before I was unlocking the door to my apartment while Damien followed me inside. I’d never had him in before. He knew where I lived, obviously, but he’d never come inside. The thought made me nervous, ridiculous as it was. Part of him had been inside my body, I shouldn’t be concerned with what he thought of the inside of the apartment. Besides, he’d been so sweet tonight, well, afterwards anyway. I kind of liked that he took me home and followed me in to make sure I was all right.
It took him five seconds to get on my nerves again.
Spotting the black card on my coffee table where I l
eft it he quickly picked it up.
“Amelia, tell me you didn’t call Wesley for anything. Did you?”
I snatched the card out of his hand, irritated that he thought it was any of his business. “What does it matter if I did?” I hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. He wasn’t the boss of me. Well, he had been the boss of me, but not the boss of my personal life.
“Amelia, you don’t need the Little Black Book Club. You don’t need that service. If you need something, you come to me. I’ll take care of you.” His eyes were swimming with intensity, and my anger flared. I’d seen how he took care of Ash. While I got turned on watching, getting whipped and tied up wasn’t my thing. He wasn’t my Dom. He didn’t get to tell me what to do.
“Damien, thank you for…this. Tonight was…fucking amazing. But I’m exhausted now, and you’re getting bossy, so go home.” I smiled a little when I said it, but a jaw cracking yawn split my face and showed that I had been telling the truth. The euphoria wore off, now I was just sleepy as hell and could think of nothing more than crawling into my bed and sleeping for days.
“Amelia, we’ll need to talk about it.” He was referring to so many things. To my job, to the incident that got me kicked out, to what happened tonight at the club. Yeah, we’d have to talk about it. But not tonight. Tonight I just wanted to sleep. I blinked at him sleepily and smiled. He looked like he wanted to reach for me, like he wanted to say something else but he didn’t. Instead he simply said, “Goodnight Amelia,” and shut the door behind him as he left. I was too tired to think it was an unorthodox goodbye after the evening we had. I could pick apart the evening tomorrow. For now, I needed sleep. I glanced back down at the little black card still in my hand as I walked into the bedroom, shedding clothes as I went. I set it down on the nightstand as I crawled into bed and burrowed, naked, beneath the sheets and pulled the soft comforter under my chin.
Damien Stockton, I thought to myself before sleep claimed me completely. You don’t tell me what to do.
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