by Tara Rose
She nodded, unable to find her voice. She could barely process what he’d just said. How long ago had they stood inside the club at Maddox’s house as he’d brushed the flogger over her arm? An hour? That moment now seemed light years away.
She cried out as he squeezed her nipples again. “I didn’t hear your answer, Marisol.”
“Yes, Ellis. I remember the safewords.”
Ellis let go of her breasts. “That’s better. Please answer me when I ask you a question. I want to make sure you understand everything that’s happening to you. This isn’t about inflicting pain or my controlling you, Marisol. It’s about pleasure and sensation. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ellis.”
“Good girl. Come over here.”
He helped her crawl onto the bed and position her body against the soft curves of the wedge. He hadn’t been kidding about it being comfortable. Even with her arms restrained behind her back she didn’t feel pressure on any one area, including her breasts.
She turned her head to the side and admired the Van Gogh print over his headboard as he placed leather cuffs around her ankles and secured them to the sides of the wedge. Her legs were spread at least a foot apart, making her wonder if he was going to make love to her while she was in this position.
That thought sent her mind racing to dark, seductive places again, and suddenly a flogging didn’t seem quite so frightening. If the end result was that magnificent cock inside her pussy, she’d gladly accept it.
“Are you ready, Marisol?” His commanding, sexy voice washed over her again, and she took a deep breath.
“Yes, Ellis. I’m ready.”
The first touch on her ass cheeks must have been the tickler. It brushed against them, soft and feathery, as if someone were teasing her ass with their fingertips. “That feels nice.”
“They’re ostrich feathers.”
They tickled slightly as he moved it over her skin again, and that nearly brought on another fit of giggles. What was wrong with her? When the flogger whistled through the air, and the first strike landed on both ass cheeks at the same time, all urges to laugh flew right out of her mind. Her ass felt like someone had dropped tiny hot coals all over it. It stung like crazy, but the sensation also sent waves of tiny electric shocks straight to her throbbing clit.
Ellis struck her five times in a row with the flogger. The swats were about two seconds apart, but they built on one another so that by the end of the fifth one, her ass burned worse than when Rafe had finished spanking her for the last time on Friday. This was serious, and she loved every second of it. In the secret places of her mind where no one else was allowed, this was among her most depraved fantasies, and it had just become reality.
He returned to using the tickler on her ass. Now, instead of tickling, it soothed the burn and sent fresh wetness to her pussy. The combination of sensations was powerful, surprising her with how emotional they also were. Tears welled up, but not because she felt frightened or sad. She was simply overwhelmed and didn’t know how to process everything she was feeling. She wanted the burn again, because it was sweet and painful at the same time, but the tickler also felt heavenly.
“Marisol, are you enjoying this?”
“Yes, Ellis. I am.”
“I’m so pleased.” He began to flog her again, and this time she discovered that there was a small ridge on the bolster, right under her pussy, and if she pushed against it she could massage her clit with each thrust of her hips. Would he mind her doing that?
Her ass cheeks were seriously on fire, and he didn’t stop at five swats this time. He went all the way to ten, and by the time he finished and began to tease her cheeks with the tickler again, Marisol was panting and trembling. She was also close to another orgasm.
“You’ve had enough for now.”
What had she done wrong? Why was he stopping? “I’m sorry, Ellis.”
“What? No, Marisol. No. You have nothing to apologize for.” He lay next to her on the bed and cupped her face gently in his hands. She immediately looked into his eyes, and was rewarded with a big smile. “Sweetheart, that was a lot to take for your first time. I was hitting you as hard as I could.”
She swallowed against fresh tears. “You were?”
“Absolutely. I’m so proud of you. But we need to be careful and go slowly.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for long moments, and Marisol saw something shift in his gaze. The look on his face turned tender and soft, and he kissed her gently before moving off the bed. She couldn’t twist around to see him, but when she heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening, she moaned.
Chapter Thirteen
Marisol tensed as he rubbed her pussy from behind with his hand. She was already so close to coming. He kissed her sore ass cheeks, and then he spread them apart and kissed the skin around her asshole. She moaned and tried to move, but he’d restrained her so tightly that the only thing she could move was her head.
“You’re at my mercy,” he said. She heard the sound of the lube bottle and then a wet finger slid into her anus. At the same time, he eased his dick into her pussy.
Marisol cried out loudly as both holes were filled at the same time. It enhanced the sensations in each, and she didn’t even need to rub her clit against the wedge. Her pussy and asshole both contracted in a crazy orgasm that had her screaming in delight.
Ellis chuckled. “Geez, Marisol. My dick isn’t even all the way in you yet.”
She couldn’t answer him. If he flogged her again for that, well, so be it. All she could do was cry out and mutter incomprehensible words as he continued to slide inside both holes. His cock was all the way inside her pussy before she realized there were now two fingers inside her anus. It didn’t hurt. She couldn’t even describe what it felt like. It was the most peaceful, full feeling she’d ever experienced.
He alternated his thrusts between gentle and slow and hard and fast, torturing her with the different rhythms and speeds. Another climax began to build within minutes, and Marisol wasn’t sure she would stay conscious during it.
“Marisol…you feel incredible. I want to fuck you in the ass with my dick. Please let me try.”
“Oh, God, yes. Please, Ellis. I want to know what that feels like.”
He pulled out and put on a fresh condom, and then he rubbed more lube gently into her asshole. “I’ll be right back, Marisol. I’m just going in the other room for a second.”
She took several deep breaths to try and calm down as she listened to him in the sitting room. He wasn’t gone more than a few seconds, and when he returned he crawled back on the bed behind her.
“I never leave someone alone while they’re restrained, but I wanted to get this.”
She was about to ask what it was, but when he slid a large dildo covered with lube into her pussy, she knew what he’d retrieved from the sitting room. “Mmmm…that feels nice, but not as nice as your dick does.”
He chuckled. “Thank you. That’s good to know. I wanted you to experience what double penetration might feel like. If you don’t like it, I’ll take the dildo out.”
Oh my…what an intriguing idea. She started to wonder if he’d ever done that to a woman, then forgot the question and tensed again as he teased the opening to her anus with his dick. When he began to slide it inside it stung, and she drew in a sharp breath and tried to move away from him.
“Try to relax your muscles, Marisol. You’re doing so well.” His voice was gentle, and that helped. Within a few seconds, he was past the tight ring of muscles and sliding further in without the burning. It felt very full, and the dildo in her pussy enhanced the sensations of her walls being stretched.
“Are you okay? Do you like it?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Do you want me to stop, or take out the dildo?”
She was touched by his concern and by the fact that he wasn’t forcing her to use the proper words right now. Her heart gave a strange lurch at that realization. She wanted to exp
erience this for him. She wanted to know what it felt like, because she knew if she just gave it a few more seconds, she’d probably love it. “No. Please keep going, Ellis.”
She was right. Once he started to slowly thrust inside her asshole, her body responded and the pleasure coursing through her was unbelievable. “Oh, Ellis. This is incredible.”
He moved slowly, allowing her time to get used to it. When he started to move the dildo in and out of her pussy as well, she cried out again. How could anything feel better than this?
Ellis leaned close to her right ear. “Imagine if this dildo was another man’s dick. Would you like that?”
“Oh God…”
“Tell me the truth, Marisol. I won’t be upset.”
Images of Rafe fucking her pussy while Ellis’s dick filled her asshole raced through her mind. Her soft moans became a steady stream of whimpers and sighs. How did he do it? How did he reach into the deep buried places of her soul that she barely acknowledged, and extract fantasies she didn’t dare acknowledge?
“Marisol,” he whispered. “Tell me that’s what you want. I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
He gave each ass cheek a quick sharp slap. The dildo now moved in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, but he continued to be careful fucking her anus. “Yes, what?”
“Yes I want to be fucked in both holes. At the same time.”
“By whom? Tell me.”
“Ellis, please…” Every inch of her body was on fire, and only his touch and his dick could quench it. She was out of her mind with need. Her pussy and clit throbbed, and her ass burned.
He spanked each cheek again. “Tell me what I want to hear, Marisol.”
“I want you and Rafe to both fuck me. At the same time.”
“Where? Where do you want our dicks?”
“I don’t care. My mouth. My pussy. My ass. I don’t care where.”
He kissed her neck gently. “That’s all I wanted to hear, sweetheart.”
He pulled the dildo out of her pussy, withdrew his dick gently from her asshole, and kissed her neck again. His tongue traced a line down her back, over her bruised ass cheeks, and down each thigh. He even gently kissed her toes.
Marisol whimpered and begged him to fuck her again, and finally she heard him open another condom. When he slid his dick into her pussy, he caressed her back and ass cheeks as he slammed into her with more force and speed than she thought any human man could accomplish. The climax that ripped through her was insane. She’d never had one that was so intense. It went on for what felt like hours.
When Ellis came, his thrusts turned quick and shallow, and then he gave one final cry and draped his torso over her back, breathing hard against her neck. They lay like that for a few minutes, and finally he untied her, helped her off the wedge, and pulled her into his arms.
* * * *
Rafe sat in his truck on the street outside Ellis’s house on Tuesday morning for half an hour, debating. He’d arrived just as the sun was rising, and by the time he finally pulled up to the gate and pressed the buzzer, brilliant sunlight promised a gorgeous spring day. But Rafe didn’t feel like celebrating the dawn. He’d spent a miserable night wrestling with personal demons and trying to ignore the obvious fact that Marisol had spent the night with Ellis. What else would explain the fact that she’d never come home last night, or that no one could reach her, or Ellis for that matter?
Now that Pep and Ria had moved back home because the apartment above the bar had been destroyed in the tornado, Rafe had been forced to listen to Ria’s frantic calls to Leela, Bonnie, and other friends all evening long, asking if anyone had seen Marisol or heard from her. Earlier, he’d tried staying alone in his own apartment above the garage but that had only made him feel more anxious for Marisol’s whereabouts, so he’d come back to the main house.
His parents had watched their daughter’s rising panic with stoic faces. The last straw came when Luke called Rafe again asking if he had any idea how to reach Ellis, as he’d called everyone, including Maddox, and no one had heard from him all day. As far as Rafe had been concerned, that phone call had left no doubt.
Rafe had left his parents’ house again and parked his truck in Marisol’s driveway. He’d stayed there all night, drifting off to sleep every few minutes, but she’d never returned. He’d tried twice to call her, and several more times had sent text messages, but she’d never called him back or answered the texts. Her phone wasn’t off, so clearly she was either ignoring him or was too busy to check her phone.
He tried not to imagine what she could be so busy with all night, but he wasn’t a damn fool. He knew perfectly well what she was doing, and with whom. He couldn’t blame her. He truly couldn’t. This was entirely his fault and he knew it. If he hadn’t acted like such a jealous ass to begin with, Marisol would be in his bed right now instead of Ellis’s. Maybe. But at least he wouldn’t have spent the night sitting in her driveway like some crazy stalker. And he wouldn’t now be at Ellis’s house at the crack of dawn without a clear plan.
He gave his name to the disembodied voice that finally answered the buzzer, and then he waited. What if Ellis refused to let him in? What would he do then? Either way, he was going to talk to Marisol today, even if he had to camp out in front of her house again instead of going to work. He was going to apologize for acting like a possessive ass, and he was going to beg her to give him another chance.
But what if he was already too late? No. That couldn’t be possible. Ellis was only a man, after all. A rich, confident man, but still just a mortal. And surely Marisol hadn’t been lying Friday night when she’d told Rafe how she’d waited eighteen years for him. He had to believe that. She wasn’t a shallow person. If she were, she would have moved on after they’d broken up and would now be married with a bunch of kids. But she wasn’t. She’d carried a torch for him all these years, and in the space of twenty-four hours he’d managed to fuck up their one chance at finally getting back together.
But that would end this morning, no matter what he found inside Ellis’s house. Marisol was going to know how he felt about her, and if she wanted Ellis instead, then Rafe would step aside forever. But at least he would have his say first.
Rafe jumped as the gate began to slide open. Ellis was letting him in? That was a surprise. Rafe drove up the winding drive and parked in the circle at the front of the house. A bored-looking man met him at the door and told him Ellis was waiting for him upstairs.
As Rafe followed the man up the curving staircase, his pulse raced and his palms became damp. This was a mistake. What the hell was he doing here?
Chapter Fourteen
Marisol woke to the smell of coffee and Ellis’s cologne. She opened one eye. Where was she? What time was it? She sat up with a start as she realized it was morning, and Ellis was walking around his bedroom stark naked, as if they spent every night there and it was the most natural thing in the world to wake up with him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, handing her steaming mug of coffee. “You might want to drink this. We have a visitor coming up.”
“Excuse me?” She nearly spilled the coffee into her lap.
“We have a visitor on his way up. Drink up. You’ll need it.”
“Ellis, what are you talking—” A knock on the door stopped her in midsentence.
“Come on in,” he called.
“What?” Marisol reached over to place the mug on the nightstand and moved to get out of bed just as the door to Ellis’s bedroom opened. A man she’d recognized from the evening before as one of Ellis’s staff opened the door, but he didn’t even glance into the room. Instead he simply stepped aside to allow Rafe to enter, and then he closed the door behind him.
“Oh…Jesus Christ. Ellis…what the fuck…why is he here?” She couldn’t even think. Marisol pulled the comforter over her exposed breasts, but then realized how ridiculous that looked.
“It’s okay, Rafe. Come on in.” Ellis’s voice held ab
solutely no trace of embarrassment or discomfort. Was he insane or merely a sadistic asshole in disguise? Memories of last night came flooding back, including the confession he’d literally fucked out of her. She’d told Ellis that she wanted to have sex with him and Rafe at the same time. Oh my God. Had he invited Rafe over this morning? This couldn’t be happening.
“Don’t you want to put something on?” Rafe hadn’t met her eyes yet. He was frowning in Ellis’s direction.
Ellis shrugged and moved off the bed. “If my being naked bothers you, I will.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
Ellis opened a closet door and pulled a robe off a hook, then shrugged it on. “Want some coffee? Breakfast is almost ready.”
“No.”
“You look like you could use some, Rafe.”
“Fuck you.”
Ellis chuckled and shook his head. “Okay. Then I hope you won’t mind if Marisol and I have some breakfast. I’m sure she’s as hungry as I am this morning.” Ellis perched on the edge of the bed again and handed Marisol her coffee mug. The expression in his eyes was impossible to interpret.
Marisol took it, but she didn’t drink. She glanced from one man to the other, completely at a loss. Had she entered the fucking Twilight Zone or something? How the hell had Rafe figured out where she was? And why had he come here?
“Are you all right?”
It took her a few seconds to realize Rafe had just asked her a question. “What?”
“I asked you if you’re all right.”
“Of course I am.” This was killing her. Seeing Rafe again brought back everything that had happened since Friday night. Marisol had a sudden longing to go home, crawl under her covers, and stay there for at least a month. This was too much emotional angst for anyone to handle.
“Marisol, do you realize that Ria is going nuts? She hasn’t been able to reach you. She called all your friends and no one knew where you were. People are worried about you. You didn’t come home last night.”