ComingUnbound

by Lacey Savage

  I thought about refusing—for about two seconds. And then the restless desire I’d been feeling all day jolted me into obeying.

  I nearly tore the buttons off my shirt in my haste. My bra followed, and I loved the way his eyes lingered on my pierced nipples. The lust in his gaze served to empower me once again, and the confidence I’d felt yesterday afternoon returned in full force. I shucked my skirt and panties in one move, then stood before him naked and shivering, though it wasn’t the least bit chilly in our home.

  “Come.” He gestured for me to follow, and I did.

  He didn’t take me into the living room this time, or the kitchen. I’d managed to get out of having lunch with Donna and hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but the need for food paled in comparison to the yearning I felt to see what he had planned for me next.

  The light illuminating the hallway didn’t penetrate into the unfinished part of the basement. The door was open, and beyond the threshold I could make out flickering candles set around the room. They weren’t nearly as bright as the light bulb had been yesterday, and in the shadows the foreign furniture and unidentifiable instruments looked much less menacing.

  I met my husband’s gaze and released a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. Cole stood by the door, dressed in nothing but a black pair of silk pants. I recognized them as part of a pajama set I’d given him for Christmas a few years ago, one he had never worn. The waistband hung loose on his hips, allowing me a perfect candlelit glimpse of his flat abs and the thin arrow of hair pointing the way to heaven.

  The edge of my lust intensified, cutting a sharp path through me. Erik was classically handsome, but my husband was…something else entirely. Stunningly sexy and familiar and mine.

  The tension in my muscles eased a fraction, as did the anger I’d been carrying. We would eventually need to talk about his text, but that conversation could wait.

  Cole appraised me, looking concerned. “Everything okay?”

  I nodded and went to him, then let him fold me in his embrace. The scent of his spicy cologne eased my apprehension further. “Better now.”

  “Tonight’s session will be different.” Erik came to stand behind me. He didn’t touch me, but I felt the heat of his body burning into my back as vividly as I felt Cole’s chest against my breasts. “I’m going to introduce you to some toys, teach Cole how to use them on you and begin your orgasm training in earnest. Are you ready?”

  I swallowed hard. My pussy throbbed. A trickle of cream ran down my thigh. “Am I ready?” My high-pitched laugh echoed eerily through the basement. “I’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity all day. I’m ready to explode. Is that what you’re asking?”

  His chuckle was soft, not at all arrogant or mocking. “That’s good, Virginia. That’s very, very good.”

  I didn’t see a single good thing about having stumbled my way through a workday with my sexual dial turned up to high, but I was willing to let his comment go without arguing if it would get me off sooner.

  Erik touched my elbow with his fingers. “This way.”

  I pulled away from Cole to follow and instantly missed the safety of his arms. The still basement air was cold by comparison, and I shivered.

  Erik led me to the wooden “X” I had noticed yesterday. Suddenly, my apprehension returned.

  “Face me.”

  I did as I was told, obeying when he showed me where to place my feet. But when the first strap wound around my ankle, I whimpered.

  Erik slid his fingers along my calf and lifted his head to meet my gaze. “Easy now. I’m going to bind your ankles and your wrists to the St. Andrew’s Cross. You’ll be spread-eagled for us to do with your body as we wish. Think carefully, because if you’re going to back out, this is the time to do it.”

  Cole moved silently to come up behind Erik. In the flickering candlelight I couldn’t read his eyes, but I had to trust he wanted this.

  We both wanted this.

  I nodded, clinging to the burst of confidence I’d felt when I’d stripped for Erik just minutes earlier. That simple act had made me believe I was powerful and in control. Even shackled to a wooden off-angle cross, I could hold on to some of that.

  “Lift your arms.”

  There was no point in stalling. We both knew I would do what he wanted.

  Erik bound my wrists with black leather bands that matched those around my ankles. He tightened their grip and latched them behind the wooden posts. I wiggled my fingers. The restraints were loose enough to allow blood to flow, but I had no illusions about my ability to free myself.

  I was captive in my own home. Naked and vulnerable, I was at the mercy of the two men standing before me. One of them, I trusted with my life. The other, I didn’t know at all.

  I swallowed hard. A shiver of unfamiliar excitement raced through me. I wasn’t in danger. Not really. I understood that each time I glanced at Cole and saw the depth of his concern and love for me.

  So no, I didn’t feel threatened. But I was starting to understand that I wanted to be. And that realization shot my arousal into the stratosphere, heightening the need coiling inside me beyond anything I had ever felt before.

  Whore, Ben’s accusing voice spat in my mind.

  I cringed at the memory.

  He’d spoken the word so calmly. He didn’t shout, but then, he never did. That was one of the things I’d liked about him. He was one of the most even-tempered men I’d ever known.

  We met in Ancient Roman History 101, an elective we both took because it seemed more fun than many of the alternatives. One day after class, Ben asked me to dinner—in Latin.

  “Look it up,” he’d suggested when I stared at him, puzzled. I went to the library to find a Latin-English dictionary, and after deciphering his message, I appreciated that he made me work for our date just a little.

  How could I have known then our entire relationship would be like that? Him, endlessly telling me what to do. And me, trying desperately to please him.

  Whore, whore, whore.

  My lower lip trembled. Was that what I was? What I would have ended up being if Ben hadn’t shamed me into becoming the good girl he’d wanted me to be?

  “Beautiful.” Erik’s voice was a soft whisper in my ear as he moved around the St. Andrew’s Cross. I could see him one moment and the next he’d be gone. His fingertips grazed my bare buttocks, the curve of my spine, the arch of my ribs.

  Cole sucked in a breath and I raised my head so I could see his face. The look in his eyes was no longer one of worry. Jealousy flittered over his features and shone clearly in his eyes. A muscle twitched in his jaw. He flattened his lips as he stared at Erik’s fingers exploring my body.

  I wanted to laugh, but I sank my teeth into my lower lip instead. What did you expect, dear husband?

  Despite the emotions flittering over his handsome face, his body’s reaction was clear. His cock tented the silk at the apex of his thighs and the material stretched around it, outlining his perfect shaft.

  “She’s nervous,” Cole said, his voice more strained than I’d ever heard it. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

  “She’s not afraid of me.” Erik came to stand beside the St. Andrew’s Cross. I turned my head, but could only make out his silhouetted profile in the shadows. “She’s afraid she’ll like this a little too much.”

  I gasped at the certainty in his words. Were my thoughts that transparent?

  Whore, whore, whore.

  “Maybe Cole’s right.” I heard the tremor in my voice and fought to still it. “Untie me.”

  “You had your chance.” Erik’s fingers slid across my abdomen, trailing goose bumps in their wake. “Now it’s too late.”

  Cole stepped closer. “Erik.”

  “We talked about this. She knows her safe word and can use it at any time. Don’t you?” He turned to me and lifted an eyebrow in question.

  “Yes.”

  “There you go.” Erik stepped aside and I lost track of him again, but h
is voice drifted over to me no less clear than before. “She’s fine. Unless you’re the one who’s having trouble with this arrangement.”

  Cole glared at Erik. I could tell he had some choice words for his friend, but he held them back and focused on me instead. His lashes cast long shadows over his cheeks, thickened by the candlelight’s glow. At last, he sighed. “Forget I said anything.”

  Erik replied with something I didn’t catch over the sound of metal scraping metal. He seemed to be rummaging around on the shelf behind me, setting things aside with a clang. Glass chimed. Rubber thudded. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I remembered well the instruments lined along those shelves. The flames that had been stoking my lust all day flared higher and threatened to incinerate me.

  A moan escaped my lips. I stifled it, but not nearly quickly enough.

  “I take it back. She’s better than fine.” Erik returned and handed Cole a glass rod. I could see it clearly from my vantage point and it made me think of an icicle. Long and flared at one end, its shape was covered in thick textured spirals that ran the entire length. “Now, step up to her.”

  Cole did as he was told. He stood so close his chest brushed my bare nipples and his erection grazed my thigh.

  My pussy throbbed. I was so wet, so ready. I arched my back and thrust my hips forward. “Fuck me,” I murmured.

  Erik chuckled. “Ah, but that would be much too easy, wouldn’t it?” He leaned over and whispered something lengthy in my husband’s ear. I heard only a few words.

  “Thrust…”

  “Beg…”

  “Withhold…”

  And then, Cole did something else I hadn’t expected. He grinned.

  Seemingly satisfied, Erik stepped back.

  Cole ran one hand along my bare stomach, mimicking the way Erik had touched me. I’d enjoyed Erik’s hands on me, but Cole’s caress ran through my bare flesh and deep into my soul. I relaxed instantly. A sound akin to a purr fled my lips.

  He explored farther, trailing his hand up to my breast. He circled my areolas lightly, still giving wide berth to my healing nipples. He grazed my neck with his lips. It was a faint brush, nothing more, but sensation shot through me.

  At the same time, he thrust the dildo inside me.

  It was cold. Ice cold.

  I’d had no warning, no way to prepare myself. I screamed but Cole captured my mouth, drowning my cry. My cunt stretched and my inner muscles squeezed around the intrusion. Cole’s tongue slid inside me, tangled with mine, worked my mouth as the glass rod worked my pussy.

  My legs trembled. Arousal flooded my core. I felt every one of those icy glass swirls as they moved inside me. This was so different than taking a cock or a finger. It was firmer, larger, unyielding and unforgiving against my tender flesh. The frosty glass grew warmer as my moisture slicked it, but the contrast of that arctic sensation against my overheated flesh made me dizzy and delirious.

  Large hands clasped my waist, and I gasped into Cole’s mouth.

  Erik’s lips pressed against the side of my neck from behind. “Let your husband take control. Give it to him; give him your complete submission. Your body is his to command, his to do with as he pleases. If he wants to wring an orgasm from you, you’re going to let him. You’re going to give it to him.”

  “Yes. Yes.” My words came out muffled through the kiss. I wouldn’t give up the taste of him to speak. I was drowning in the feel of his tongue against mine, the unnatural hardness of the dildo inside me, the way my body trembled and rocked in its bonds.

  And then, just when I thought I was reaching the point of no return, Cole withdrew the dildo from my folds. I sobbed at the sudden loss. Agony raced through me and I sagged forward. If I hadn’t been held in place by the leather straps, I might have collapsed altogether.

  Cole dropped to his knees while Erik handed him something else.

  I didn’t have to wait long to learn it was another dildo. This one was curved, so when Cole slid it in me it went deeper, farther, touching a spot so far inside my body that I hadn’t even known it existed.

  Erik parted my buttocks from behind. Something hot flowed over the crevice between my cheeks, its warmth a sharp contrast to the ice that still lingered along my folds.

  Cole clasped his mouth around my clit as Erik positioned a third dildo against my back entrance. I felt its bite as it stretched my sphincter, and I whimpered again. I’d never had anything back there before. Not even my own finger. That area had been off limits, but now that Erik nudged and prodded, I found I didn’t have any desire to protest.

  I wanted—no, needed—to know what it felt like to be filled there. Would it hurt?

  A tremor shook my muscles. I wanted it to hurt.

  An inferno raged inside me. It simmered just under the surface of my skin, like lava flowing from a volcano. I was so close now. So close.

  Cole ran the tip of his tongue along my clit as he filled me with the dildo. This one was thicker than the icicle, but smooth all around rather than ridged. My pussy ached at the effort it took to engulf it all, and I was loving every moment of it. I strained against my bonds in an effort to push my ass out so Erik could do more of what he’d started. The sleek nub of the third dildo teased my back entrance, and I desperately wanted to feel it inside me.

  My body shook all over. My muscles coiled and my release built low in my abdomen. Tears stung the backs of my eyes as I threw myself into it, knowing it was just seconds away—

  “Now,” Erik said, and to my intense shock and dismay, they both pulled away, leaving me empty and bereft.

  “No!” My shout filled the room, echoed off the walls. “No, no, no!” My legs trembled and my clit pulsed, but the orgasm that had been within my grasp just moments earlier was already starting to fade. “Bastards.” The word was a sob and a venomous whine all rolled into a gasp.

  “Cole didn’t give you permission to come. He owns your orgasms, remember?” Erik spoke calmly, as though he hadn’t just denied me the one thing I wanted most in the world at that very moment.

  I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. “You’re sadistic.”

  He slid a finger through my soaked folds and a flash of desire arced through me, so strong I nearly saw stars.

  “This is your training, Ginny. It’s what you wanted.”

  “It’s what he wanted,” I spat, my gaze intently focused on my husband. Who, to my horror, was still grinning.

  As I raged against my bonds and called them every name I could think of, they walked away to stand by the door. There, they bent their heads and whispered words I couldn’t make out.

  Neither of them left the room, but they left me. Hanging and bound and vulnerable, needing desperately to touch myself and finish what they had so cruelly started.

  Mercy, I thought, as I kept tears at bay. Mercy, mercy, mercy.

  The word was right there, on the tip of my tongue. I had only to use it and they would return to untie me. I could end this. I still had that much power, at least, even if they had stripped me of all my illusions of control.

  My soul-deep shudders ebbed, as did my fury. The razor edge of sexual frustration, however, remained.

  The men couldn’t have been gone more than a few minutes, but by the time they returned I’d composed myself enough to lift my head and look at them in turn. I even managed to hide the agony tearing me apart inside.

  “Again?” I asked, terrified the answer would be no. Or that it would be yes.

  “Again,” Erik confirmed, and they set to work.

  Cole and Erik switched places. Erik knelt before me, his mouth even with my pussy. His warm breath wafted over my soaked folds. His fingers brushed my leg, sliding up my calf, past my knee, along my thigh. Each caress sent a sudden and intense reaction up the inside of my leg and straight to my clit, which pulsed anew.

  It wouldn’t take nearly as long to bring me to the brink this time. I closed my eyes, leaned against the wood at my back and gave in to my body’s responses to the thing
s my men were doing.

  My men.

  My eyes snapped open at that. I glanced down at Erik’s golden head, so foreign and yet so welcome between my legs. He trailed the tip of his tongue along my slit, drawing a sigh from deep within me.

  I may have known next to nothing about this man, but tonight, he was mine. Just as much as my husband was.

  The way they touched me was pure magic. Their fingers glided across my skin with such reverence, as though I was delicate and precious. I gritted my teeth, wanting to love the sweet caresses but needing so much more.

  I was starting to understand what was wrong with me. What had always been wrong with me.

  Only whores beg to be whipped, Virginia.

  Ben’s cruel taunt rang in my ears. I pushed it back, refusing to think about that long ago night or the events that had preceded it. Instead, I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations coursing along my overheated skin.

  Cole cupped my buttocks in his broad hands. He squeezed my cheeks and parted them, then nudged my back entrance with a thick finger, which I guessed to be his thumb. The lubricant Erik had smeared there made his passage easy, and when he impaled me, I cried out.

  The abrupt invasion made me quiver. My inner muscles clenched around Cole’s finger and I pushed back, trying to get more of it inside me.

  Cole chuckled in my ear. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I moaned. “I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he said, then proved he didn’t have a clue when he withdrew his finger.

  I bit my lip to keep from crying out again.

  “You want Erik to fuck you.”

  The statement was so bold, so unexpected, that I gasped. “I d-don’t—”

  “Don’t bother lying. I saw it in your eyes earlier. And he wants it too.”

  I hung my head, shame spreading through me. How could I give voice to my desires if it meant admitting to my husband that I had coveted another man’s cock? I remembered my heated words to Donna, my adamant assertion that Cole would be the only man I’d ever fuck.

  “I only want you,” I whispered, but feared he could hear the lie in my voice as well as I could.

  “What if you could have us both?”