He heard Scott telling her something as they came closer, but only heard pieces of phrases that confused the hell out of him.
“Understanding…you’re beautiful and brave…we all have scars…”
Huh?
Even before she entered his peripheral vision he could smell her. Apples and cinnamon. His mouth watered at the promise of tasting her as she stepped around his side.
His focus never wavered from directly ahead. Kyle knew what Scott expected of their relationship and the time they spent together. He sent up a little prayer, full of hope, he could concentrate well enough to do Scott proud. That hope got flushed down the drain. Haleigh stopped a few feet in front of him. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, covering a soft white shirt he wanted to tear in two.
Her fingers twisted together and he hated seeing her nervous. He did a quick sweep of her body with only his eyes. He ached to see a collar on her neck, matching his own.
Well, damn, where had that thought come from? This was supposed to be about sex. Just sex.
Wasn’t it?
He hazarded a glance up to her face and saw that she wasn’t looking at him at all. She was staring behind him toward Scott for…reassurance?
“Shirt,” Scott called out. He moved next to Kyle and waited.
She hesitated, finally slipping the buttons free. It slid from her shoulders and Scott took it from her outstretched palm. A clingy black tank hugged her body like a lover, making his fingers twitch to remove it.
“She’s still in street clothes?” Kyle didn’t mean to ask, but all of sudden he realized he’d never seen a sub enter a playroom in street clothes before.
Scott snorted. “Jenna nearly took my head off when I wouldn’t let her take her upstairs to play.”
“Was she the pretty brunette in the corset?” Haleigh asked with a shaky voice.
“That’s her. She normally gets all the subs ready for their scenes, or anytime at the request of their Doms.”
Kyle eyed her, wondering how she would react to Jenna’s attention.
“Pants,” Scott bit out.
Her hands shook as she removed them, and she quickly stood in nothing but a silky black cami and lavender panties. Scott attached cuffs to her wrists, checking the fit. Kyle outright stared, unable to help himself.
The gap between her legs made his mouth water, and stripping off the rest of her clothes became mission one. Licking her up the middle followed quickly on the heels of the first.
“Kyle’s trained not to need them. The other night notwithstanding, they’re purely for decoration.”
“What happened the other night? Why did you need them, Kyle?”
Silence expanded all around them. Heat crept up his torso and he knew he was blushing. Thankful for dim lighting was an understatement.
“Don’t be shy, Kyle. Tell the pretty lady why I had to restrain you and why you got punished…several times, in one evening.”
He cleared his throat, and fought the urge to rearrange his cock. “I didn’t follow instructions very well and—”
“Actually you went after my dick when I didn’t tell you to. You forgot where your baby blues belonged at least twice. Not to mention belittling yourself for liking being on your knees for me. Plus, you came without permission as I fucked your ass after marking it with a flogger.”
Haleigh exhaled on a sigh, making a tiny “O” with her lips. Kyle looked up at her flushed face, wanting to lick inside her mouth.
“I want to see that sometime. You two, together.”
“Princess,” Scott whispered. “You’ll get your chance. I’ll make sure of it.” He stepped behind her, running his fingers across the inch-wide slit of bare flesh separating her cami and panties. “Do you see how thick Kyle’s cock is for you? His thighs are twitching and I bet it’s all he can do to stay on his knees before us. He’s being so good. Don’t you think we should give him a bit of a treat?”
“Yes, Sir,” Haleigh answered, staring at Kyle’s hard-on, which kicked beneath her intense gaze.
“I know what he’d like…”
She shivered but didn’t stop Scott when he hooked his thumbs in the top of her sexy panties. Kyle expected Scott to take off her top first but that reasoning ground to a resounding halt. Her pretty pussy came into view, flipping some kind of internal switch in his head.
He remembered wanting to be with her all those years ago. Aching for her, too afraid to mess up the friendship they had. Those feelings were nothing compared to what squeezed his chest as she finally stood almost bare before him.
He only thought the gap at the top of her legs was erotic. Her, naked, with a tiny fuzz of hair shielding her delicate clit… It made him want to howl. He’d never been aroused by a female before. This was simply because it was Haleigh. It made no sense, but at the same time, it made all the sense in the world.
His dick throbbed and he gritted his teeth against an impending explosion. If he so much as touched it, the thing would go off like a thirteen-year-old locked in the bathroom with a skin mag for the first time.
This absolutely counted as a first time, no doubt.
“Wrists together in front of you, Haleigh. You’re going to need a lot of training before you’re ready for no cuffs.”
“Why do I have to be restrained?” she asked as Scott latched her wrists together.
“Because I like it.”
Kyle watched her eyes flare at Scott’s words, and Scott ground his dick against her naked ass.
Her folds glistened with moisture and his mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her.
“I want you in the position I explained earlier.” She tried to sidestep him to kneel beside Kyle, but he hauled her back. “Right here. If I wanted you somewhere else, I would have told you.”
“Sorry.” Scott cleared his throat. “Sir,” whispered out of her sweet lips, and Kyle locked his thighs together to keep from leaning forward to take a taste.
“No more stalling.”
She stared at the floor and must have come to some kind of decision because she lowered herself to the rug onto one knee, and then the other. Her spine was ramrod straight the entire time, even while she sank onto her ankles and spread her knees wide apart. Kyle never stopped looking at her face as she lowered her body in front of him. He couldn’t stop the clenching and unclenching of his hands, grinding his teeth. He’d truly never seen someone so beautiful before.
“Amazing, isn’t she?”
Kyle forgot how to speak. His brain shut off. Her tiny clit peeked from beneath her unshaven folds. “She’s an angel.” My angel, he finished in his own head. She was mostly naked in front of him for the first time, and he damn sure hoped it wasn’t the last.
She was without a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life and it humbled him to witness her submission.
“You think I’m beautiful?” she whispered.
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken out loud.
“He said you were the most beautiful, princess,” Scott amended, but she continued to glare at the space on the floor between them. Scott moved behind her again, lifting her cami.
Haleigh whined like she was in pain, shrinking against Scott’s legs. “I will not reveal your second breast. That is yours to uncover just as I promised, but I want him to see the rest of you. You’re stunning, Haleigh, head to toe. He should be able to see the woman he’s about to claim.”
Scott lifted the soft clingy material until the excess bunched beneath the mounds of her tits. He peeled the strap off her right shoulder, tugging the material down, revealing half of her chest, but it was hidden behind her hair.
One plump handful was nice but he wanted two for twice the price.
Kyle suddenly focused past her loveliness. Her eyes weren’t simply downcast, but closed. Her small body quaked as she shook uncontrollably, and her breathing had become shallow.
“Release her, Scott. She doesn’t want this. She’s terrified. I never should have agreed to this.
” He looked up into his lover’s face and saw what…determination? What the hell?
“If you want to fuck her so badly, Scott…do it… I’ll leave and she can be with you.” Kyle knew he would do anything for her, even give up having her if that would make her happy. She was so different than he remembered, while still being the same. Sadness and fear rushed out of her. She’d fled the bar the other night before they really got to speak about what she’d been up to since he’d walked away. He regretted spending all the time at CJ’s going on about his issues.
He saw her shoulders hunch a bit further. He bit out, “She’s not comfortable with me here.”
Scott moved so quickly Kyle merely blinked and he was in his face. Scott had yanked his head up sharply by his hair.
He growled low, “And if you’d stop talking long enough to listen to anything other than your own insecurities, you might learn something. Things aren’t always as they seem. Haleigh wants this, she’s nervous, just like you were two years ago when I started training you. She wants this from us, both of us, and she wants to give you something she’s never given anyone, but she needs to talk to you first. There are a few things that need to be cleared up.”
“But—”
“Shut up, Kyle.” Scott cursed, claiming his mouth in a fiery kiss. Too soon it was over. Scott nipped his bottom lip, licking the sting away before releasing his hair. He approached Haleigh, tilting her chin up, and Kyle was struck again with something being utterly wrong as abject fear washed over her face.
“All of it.”
“But—”
Scott placed his fingertip gently across the seam of her mouth. “All of it. He deserves the why’s of it, even if you’re not ready for the show and tell. Give us both a little faith here.”
Scott kissed her. Kyle moaned low in his chest. The rumble of excitement pounded through his veins, and he couldn’t decide what was more thrilling, seeing Scott possess her or knowing later it would be his turn. Her sweet mouth opened tentatively, allowing Scott to sweep inside. He explored her mouth for the briefest of kisses.
He kept his wrists crossed behind him, clasping one hand around the other to keep from grabbing them. Scott’s erection pushed against the leather of his pants and Kyle ached to untie them to free his cock from its confines. With his other hand he would burrow inside Haleigh’s sweet pussy. He ached to make her come.
“Kyle, no touching. Not until I say you can. No more hiding, Haleigh.” In a calculated move Kyle was sure to test his ability to focus and follow the rules, Scott swept her hair off her shoulder. Kyle could only imagine how it must feel like silk as he watched it filter through Scott’s fingers.
Her creamy skin, high nipple, oh fuck, and the piercing made the top of his dick throb.
She was exquisite. His limbs tingled like they did when he was in subspace.
She stared at Scott as he stepped away and he squeezed Kyle’s shoulder as he walked by. What the fuck? he wondered not for the first time as the playroom door opened and closed. His gaze never strayed from her face.
“What’s going on? What is he talking about not hiding?”
She remained quiet, staring at the door. She exhaled. Her lips trembled, her mouth forming silent words. He couldn’t make anything out past the blood rushing in his ears. It sounded like the ocean was beside them.
He scooted closer until one of his thighs sat between hers and the other bracketed one of her knees. “What, baby? What did you say?” Kyle tilted her chin up since it had dipped closer to her sternum again. Scott said no touching, but he couldn’t help himself. Then he saw her tears. “All you have to do is tell me you don’t want this…that you don’t want to be here. Or tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen. If all you want is Scott and you don’t want to be with me, I’ll—”
“Oh, Kyle. It’s not that,” she pleaded. “I want you so bad I can’t think. I ache to touch you, for your mouth to be on my skin. For you to be inside me and for me to give a piece of myself to you. You’re the only one I’ve wanted to give it to. Scott’s running a close second though,” she tried to joke but he wasn’t fooled.
He palmed her cheek and she nestled her face against his palm. “If you want this, and you want me, and Scott, why do you look so petrified? And don’t try to deny it. I still know you better than that.”
“I’m only scared you won’t want me anymore after you see me.”
“But I am seeing you, Butterfly. You were beautiful in high school. I’ll forever remember you that last summer but you were still a girl. Now? God, Haleigh. You’re a woman and all grown up and I want nothing more than to be buried inside you for the next week. And I love the piercing too, by the way. It’s very naughty, and I like naughty. It suits you. Did you let Scott do the other one?” He reached for her cami to pull it down.
She stiffened, scrambling backward until she landed flat on her back. Kyle trapped her under the weight of his tall frame, hovering over her. She clutched her cuffed wrists over her chest, shielding herself from him.
“Okay, baby. Breathe for me. Just breathe.” He petted her shoulders and face until her inhales matched his own.
Words exploded out of her mouth and he had to concentrate to keep up. “I got really sick with the flu a few weeks after I turned twenty-one. Fever, chills, achy. When I started to feel better I had this rash on my left breast. Like a bug bite, but it kept spreading. Went to the doctor. I’d already worried it was cancer but the only form it could be was so rare they said the chances of that happening were slim to none. They ran some tests and told me they’d call me with the results.
“Two days later, I got the call. They told me over the phone I had breast cancer. I was so shocked I don’t remember much about anything else for the next couple days. There were a frenzy of phone calls and appointments, but none of it touched me. I was too numb. Alone.”
Kyle touched a scar on her ribs, totally unable to speak. His mind filled with images of her scared and suffering. The horror she must have faced without him.
“I was lucky. Luckier than most, actually. It was in only one breast and I made it through all of the treatments. Chemo, radiation, chemo again, mastectomy, reconstruction. I lost all of my hair. Scars…everywhere. Still don’t know if I can have children after all of the radiation. My nurses were awesome. Surgeons were top notch. They took good care of me but I still feel like a victim. I hate it. The damage it does, it never really goes away. It never ends.”
He gently caressed another scar but his hands shook with fury.
“Where were your parents through all of this? Who was with you?”
She stayed quiet and that was all the answer he needed. He clenched his jaw, accepting things would get ugly if he ever ran into her family again.
She closed her eyes, calming beneath his touch. She whispered, “Do you remember in the summers growing up, we used to sneak away to that field behind your parents’ house? The one with all the butterflies? They used to land on the flowers. If it was windy the petals would fly away. That’s what I pictured. When I was dying. Us in the field together. You holding my hand like you used to. The doctors told me to visualize the cancer leaving my body. Picture it floating away. So that’s what I pictured. The two of us in the field, watching the butterflies, along with the petals being carried off on the breeze.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked more harshly than he’d intended. “Why didn’t you find me?” he added through clenched teeth. She was a survivor with no real family support and he had been gone worrying about his stupid shit.
She got mad, which suited him better than shrinking violet any day. “Really? You think that’s the conversation I wanted to bridge the gap of us being kids and adults? Especially since you were the only one I wanted to…have sex with? ‘Hey, Kyle, stage three breast cancer. Had to have one taken off and I look like a freak. Thirty-percent chance of surviving five years and the odds go down after that. How are you?’ Are you kidding me?”
“You’re
right. We are both to blame for not trusting each other. And I’m going to make sure it never happens again.” He shifted her legs apart, settling against her mound, and they groaned at the contact. “You can’t pick the family you’re born into, but you can sure as hell pick the family you make and cherish.” He trapped her bound wrists over her head, latching onto her mouth as if it were his first kiss.
It was hot, sexy. An emotional meeting of flesh, sealing their fates together like a brand. He could feel her passion, her need sinking inside his chest, but there was something else roaring through her. Another emotion filling the space between them.
She kissed him back until ripping her head away. “I don’t need your pity!” she yelled at him.
“Good thing, ’cause pity doesn’t make my dick hard. You do that all on your own.” He took her mouth again, consuming her cry of pleasure.
Vaguely he felt Scott at his waist, removing his pants, and groaned into Haleigh’s mouth when his cock sprang free. He touched between her thighs, finding her soaked. He spread her lube on the head of his cock, then positioned it at her entrance, rubbing against her hymen. He stilled, not wanting to hurt her, to cause her pain. He’d cut off his left nut to avoid it if he could, but knew he couldn’t control his hips much longer.
He’d wanted her far too long.
She groaned and arched to meet him, wrapping her legs around the backs of his thighs. The greedy sounds she made caused his balls to suck up tight to his groin. The head of his dick met the resistance of her virginity when she squeezed his lower body, and the alpha male inside, he hadn’t known existed, roared to the forefront.
His mind was gone.
There were no thoughts, no rationalizations or woulda, shoulda, couldas.
He stuffed his cock inside, tearing through her virginity. She jerked and cried out as he shoved in deep. He couldn’t stop or slow down. He kept her arms above her head so he could lick and kiss her exposed breast. He nuzzled the reconstructed one, nipping it through her tank enough to leave a mark and she screamed as she came.
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