by Dani Collins
“Do it again,” he said, pointing to the pillow on the floor.
Holding his gaze, she knelt, letting him know she was doing this because it was her choice, because she wanted the feel of him in her mouth.
He smiled a wicked grin, knocking off her hat as he wound his hands in her hair and guided her to his lap. “And while you’re swallowing me—” he caught his breath as she did exactly that, gulping over him in a generous, sloppy greeting “—imagine that another man has entered the room and found you busy like this. No, don’t stop. Don’t look.” His hands tightened in her hair. “I say, ‘Help yourself,’ and he opens his fly and kneels behind you. Spread your knees, darling. He’s slipping his dick into your pussy right now.”
Arianne moaned as Dominic’s cock pushed deep into her mouth, while her pussy closed tight around the narrow phallus.
“Can you feel his hands on your hips, darling?”
The straps dug in, as though a man held her tight against his lap, not thrusting, just following the rocking Dominic dictated with his hands pumping her head on his cock. Her breasts swayed, nipples teased by the flow of air, growing thick and achy as gravity pulled blood into them, engorging them to a full, hard sensitivity.
She moved one hand from his cock to massage her own breast.
“Is he reaching around to fondle your tit, sweetheart? Diddling your nipple and making you want to come?” He tugged her hair so she had to release his cock from her sucking lips. “I want to feel you come. I want to fuck you while I lick into that greedy mouth of yours. But what will our friend do? Stand by and watch? Or participate?”
Arianne blinked, so aroused she could hardly make sense of Dominic’s tight suggestion.
“Stay right here,” he said, easing from in front of her, guiding her to lean her forearms on the warm spot he’d just vacated.
Moving behind her, he eased the straps down her hips a little and removed the dildo from her quivering pussy.
Arianne’s breaths sounded labored as she waited for him to return. He was right, she needed more stretch in her pussy than that small dildo afforded, but she was so needy right now and he was taking too long, tickling the straps on her thighs.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Just rip it off and get back here.”
“Patience, love,” he said.
A soft weight landed on the small of her back. His glove. A second later, his smooth fingertips rubbed between her pussy lips, collecting juice, smearing it back and up, into the cleft of her buttocks. A hard pressure nudged at her anus.
“What are you doing?” It was a stupid question. She knew what he was doing and grasped at the leather cushions of the divan, unable to find purchase, seeking something real to hold on to as pressure became pinch.
“All right?” he murmured, increasing the sensation to fullness.
“It hurts.”
He paused. “It’s supposed to hurt a little, darling. Is it too much?”
She shook her head, constricting but not finding the sense of fullness in her pussy. It was elsewhere, foreign, taboo and darkly exciting.
Dominic set the dildo straps in place again, high on her hips, seating the dildo inside her with firm purpose.
“Now, love,” he whispered, stroking her hair, gentling her as she trembled. “Now you’re ready to make love to two men at once, aren’t you? Easy now.” He helped her straighten and stand, then pushed his leather pants down to his ankles, sitting on the divan and inviting her closer.
With firm hands he guided her to straddle his hips, her stiff boots digging in behind her knees as she forced them to bend while he carefully penetrated her open lips.
She pleaded and moaned, excited and scared by how aroused she was. She wanted it over, wanted him to quit taking this so slowly, but as his cock speared upward into her, spreading her cunt taut and doubling the pressure inside her, she shuddered.
He enfolded her against his chest, hugging her tight. “It’s all right, it’s all right.”
“It’s too good. Oh, fuck, Dominic, I can’t stand it.”
“You have to stand it,” he said, nipping at her neck, her earlobe. “He’s going to fuck you nice and slow now, because he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
He closed his fist in a soft grasp of the dildo straps and pulled them tighter, driving the dildo a fraction deeper.
Arianne cried out, felt her pussy release a stream of anticipatory fluid. “Fuck me. Just fuck me,” she begged. Her sweating hands slid off the hard muscles of his shoulders. She used the claws he’d had painted on her, dying with the exquisite pleasure that came so close to pain.
“You control it,” he said, holding the straps in a tight grip so she could only move a little, but could glide on the thick shaft inside her and cause the dildo to shift at the same time.
“Your shirt,” she moaned, pushing it up so she could feel his sharp hair rough against her swollen breasts, rubbing and rocking, fucking and being fucked. “Oh, fuck, it’s so good, Dom. I’m going to come, I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
Clenching her fists in his shirt, she came hard, the power of her contractions intensified by the duplicate shafts that impaled her.
And Dominic strained beneath her, his whole body iron hard. His teeth closed against a tortured groan that released in the same way his come burst free in a long, fierce stream.
* * *
“So who is he?” Dominic asked when she emerged from the bathroom, naked and still steaming from a brief shower.
“Who?” Arianne barely had the ability to recall her own name.
With a little pout, she saw he was packing up their toys.
“The man who so recently had his dick up your ass. Are you tender, by the way?”
“Yes.” And liked it as a reminder of what they’d done. She glanced at the hot-pink tube dress he’d left on the bed for her. “This is worse than what I wore in here. Men are going to offer me money in the lobby.”
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned that fantasy.”
“I didn’t say it was a fantasy, just curiosity,” she mumbled.
He gathered the dress and held it over her head, nodding at her to put her arms up, watching her as if he knew she wasn’t being entirely forthright. “Well?” he prompted. “Who was he?”
“What he? There was no man. It was a dildo!”
“It was a man, Arianne.” He tugged the dress into place and gave her a scolding tap on her nose. “You had someone in mind. Who?”
She smiled at the silly question. He really was a neophyte when it came to feelings. “Who do you think?”
“The man you want to take on your cruise,” he guessed.
“I want to take you. I invited you yesterday, remember?”
“Just tell me,” he insisted, turning away to gather up his various items into plain brown bags with twine handles.
“Yes, all right? I imagined I was with the man I wanted to invite on the cruise. Does that bother you?”
“I knew going into this that you would end up wanting other men.”
Arianne curled her arm around the bedpost, watching him. Something in her went very still and cautious.
“Were you hurt when Celine—” She stopped, realizing she wasn’t supposed to be talking to Jason. “I mean, I know you shared Celine with Jason. Did it bother you when she turned to my husband?”
“No,” he said without pausing, without facing her.
“But it bothers you if I have other men?”
“I didn’t say it bothers me. I said I expected it. As a matter of fact, you’ll be with another man tomorrow. Do you mind?”
* * *
He was going to give her to Jason. That was why she agreed. Excitement kept her from sleeping and she finally phoned him, even though it was after midnight.
“Do you realize I’m in a different time zone?” he muttered when she greeted him.
As if. “It’s one hour. Not that late. And I wanted to hear your voice.”
/> “My voice is saying, ‘Get some sleep, Arianne.’”
“Why are you so grouchy?”
“A glitch in some equipment means the work I’ve done is irrelevant and I have to rewrite it all. I just took a break an hour ago.”
“So you’re, um, still in Denver? Not coming home tomorrow?” she challenged, growing impatient with this game.
“No. Why?”
“Well, I leave for my cruise on Saturday.”
“And you’re finally inviting me?”
“I invited Dom. Do you think he’ll go?”
A pained indrawn breath and an exasperated exhale. “I highly doubt it. But if he doesn’t show, it doesn’t mean you aren’t able to interest a man. You know that, right?”
She snorted at the dark ceiling of her bedroom. “If he doesn’t show, it’s because he’s incapable of true intimacy. Kind of a coward, really. Not the man for me, after all. In that case, I’ll be better off finding someone else on the boat.”
“You would. I’m glad you finally realize that.”
She gasped, protest immediately rising at having her bluff called. “You really hate his guts, don’t you? Why?” she cried.
“So should you. Christ, has it not occurred to you that maybe he doesn’t deserve the kind of time he’s already had with you, let alone two weeks of all-you-can-eat Arianne? He broke up your marriage, damn it! He told Celine, ‘You like what you see? Go get it.’”
The harsh words burst forth as if he’d been keeping them under enormous pressure.
Icy shivers washed over her, leaving her shocked and shaking. Jason had encouraged Celine to steal Craig? Why? Did he really have zero ability to care about anyone but himself? That was what he’d been trying to tell her all along and she’d ignored it, wanting to believe he was deeper than that. But apparently he was cold-blooded enough to—
No. There was more to it than that. She’d made that much sense of her broken marriage since the divorce.
“Craig didn’t have to sleep with her. It took two people to have that affair, and Dominic wasn’t either one of them. Did he hold a gun to Craig’s head and make him disregard our vows and go after his own gratification?”
“No, but that’s what he’s doing now, gratifying himself at your expense. Damn it, Arianne, I keep warning you and you’re not listening. You’re asking for things from him he isn’t capable of giving. You hated Craig for being selfish and not caring about your feelings, so why are you letting Dominic get away with it?”
“Dominic isn’t selfish!” He was so sexually generous, so tender and careful about how far he pushed her, he awed her. “Maybe he doesn’t know how to express himself without using sex to do it,” she said, making the leaps from all she’d learned about Jason over the past week. “Maybe no one ever taught him how.”
Her chest hurt as she recalled how surprised and, yes, discomfited he’d been in the beginning, when she’d first offered to cook for him and share condolences over their broken relationships. Everything in her cried out to be there for that man the way he was being her guide and safe place on a sexual level.
“I’m happy to learn his language if that’s the only way to reach him.”
She ended the call before she broke down completely.
* * *
Arianne spent a couple of hours in the hotel spa, per Dominic’s instructions, before arriving in the hotel room in a robe, fully prepared for her evening—full night?—with Jason.
After their conversation last night, she really didn’t know what to expect from today. Had she revealed too much? Asked for too much? All she really knew was that she wanted to offer herself unconditionally, so he would know he was accepted exactly as he was.
She walked in to find Dominic with his back to her. He arched a little as she entered, as though a whip had striped his back.
He finished draping the bed in a black sheet before turning. He seemed tense. “We’re doing this, then?” His tone was vaguely aloof. Self-protective maybe.
“Why wouldn’t we?” she countered with more calm detachment than she felt. “I realize Jason doesn’t approve, but I don’t think he fully understands.”
“I’m not sure I do, either,” Dominic said, folding his arms and balancing his weight between his firmly planted feet.
“It’s not rocket science,” she said with a roll of her shoulder. “I want you to know you can trust me enough to take off your mask. Obviously, that means I should trust you. Completely. You wouldn’t hurt me or let anyone else hurt me, so whatever you have planned for me tonight, I accept. I want to be whatever you need me to be.”
He moved forward to tilt up her chin, his gaze very somber as he delved behind her defiant stare. “And afterward you expect me to remove my mask.”
“Only if you want to. It’s not a condition.”
“You really don’t know who you’re playing with, Arianne. You understand that, don’t you?”
“That if I ask you to show me who you are, it might be a level of kink that is more than I bargained for? I’m not scared.” Okay, she was a little apprehensive, but she loved and trusted him. She tried to project that confidence with her unwavering stare.
He smoothed her hair behind her ear, then cupped his gloved hand at the side of her neck, thumb against the racing pound of her carotid artery. “We’ll use a safe word, just in case. You say Denver and everything stops. Understand?”
“D—” She bit the tip of her tongue, not wanting to accidentally jerk the curtain aside before this even started. Swallowing nerves, she asked shakily, “Why that word?”
“You have something else you’d prefer?”
“No.” Her voice had thinned to a near whisper. “That one sounds nice and safe.”
The corner of his mouth twitched with irony, then his hand tightened infinitesimally on her throat and he covered her mouth with his own. The kiss was surprisingly hard, his other hand closing on her arm possessively.
She didn’t shy or balk, but let herself relax toward him and accept the ravagement of her mouth.
He dragged his hot lips to her ear and inhaled with appreciation. “I do love the smell of you when you’ve been detailed, my dear. Are you sure you’re up to this? It’s a lot to ask of a woman who couldn’t even knock on that door a few days ago.”
“I am,” she vowed.
“Then you should get dressed.” He stepped back and nodded toward the screen.
A little bereft by the loss of his touch, she tried to shake off her nerves and ask nonchalantly, “What am I wearing?”
“Not much. Our friend is more interested in access than adornment.”
“Who is he?” Despite her giddy apprehension, she was growing aroused. She was tempted to rub away the gathering tingles between her thighs as she stepped behind the screen and found yesterday’s beaded G-string and a pair of positively whorish silver sandals. Actually, the G-string didn’t even have a crotch. It was just a belt with dangling strings of glittering clear and silver beads that she assumed were intended to veil her vulva like a loincloth.
As she walked out, the beads tapped and swished against her bare mound. She had expected something a little less risqué and more romantic from Jason, but he was testing her ability to accept his kinks.
What did it say about her that she was secretly thrilled to wear something this slutty and parade herself in front of him?
“I forgot the choker.” Dominic turned from fiddling with something he’d attached near the top of the bedpost and approached her with a choker of rainbow beads. A chain necklace hung from it in a loop that slithered across her breasts as he tilted her and brushed her hair out of the way, then fastened the collar. “These match, of course.”
He showed her a pair of bracelets. They were bright and colorful on the outside, wide and velvety on the side that went against her skin as he circled each of her wrists, clipping them tight to her skin. On each end, a strong metal loop had been sewn into the fabric. He drew a short chain from his pocket and clipp
ed it to the loops, closing the bracelets tight around her wrists and cuffing them together.
“Oh.” A worried flutter invaded her lower abdomen.
“You look very pretty, Arianne, with your nipples hard like that. Did you pinch them behind the screen or are they standing up because you’re excited?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted.
He used her cuffed wrists to lead her to the bed. “You’re supposed to be.”
He rather dispassionately lifted her wrists to the hook he’d fastened on the bedpost. “Now, look.” He pointed above her head. “You could unfasten this if you really want to, but I’ll warn you now, he’ll spank you for it. He doesn’t like a lot of chatter, either. Your pleasure is secondary tonight.”
Was she really doing this? It was what she had come here for: to learn how to please a man. Him. But…
“Dom—” She tried to lower her hands, but they were caught. She was trapped by the cuffs and a claim that she was willing to trust him. This was Jason, she reminded herself. If he was showing her what resided behind his mask, she had to show him she accepted it. Him.
A shiver of dread still chased over her.
While she watched, he moved around the room, lighting a couple of candles, dousing lights. When he was finished, the room was in deep shadow.
“Who is this friend of yours?” she asked, needing reassurance it would indeed be Jason.
“A businessman from out of town.”
Denver, perhaps? She swallowed back asking.
“All right?” He came back to stroke her stomach where the muscles were pulled tight by her upraised arms.
She nodded shakily.
“I’ll see you in a few hours, then. Remember to use your safe word if you need it.” He walked into the hallway where anyone could see him in that crazy costume of his.
She waited for a swift reentrance, certain all he’d do was remove his mask and goatee and contacts. How long could that take?
She licked her lips, waiting, watching the door, then watching the clock on the bedside table. Five minutes went by. Her arms began to ache and she shifted in her shoes, feeling the slide of her pussy lips against each other. Treacherous, lecherous cunt. Despite her misgivings, she was growing wet and heated.