Surrender/Submission Bound Hearts 1 & 2

by Lora Leigh

  His sexuality was a part of him, a part he didn’t want to change, and saw no reason to change. Could he have been so wrong about Ella? Was he mistaking the excitement, the unspoken challenge she tempted him with? Could he do without watching another man fuck her? He could, it wasn’t about sharing her. Besides, it wouldn’t be a common thing. He wasn’t that depraved. He wanted his woman to himself. And only one man. He had already discussed it with the one he had chosen to introduce her into the pleasures of a threesome. But could she accept it?

  James was well aware that Charlie had, in depth, given Ella all the gossip she thought she had on the Trojans. He snorted silently. The ninny who had pinned that name on them didn’t have the sense God gave a goose. Unfortunately, one of the leading members of the unofficial group had married her. He sighed wearily.

  Whatever name you put to it, they were a group, of sorts. Nearly a dozen men who had met in college, and over the course of several years had gravitated together based on their sexual practices and their need to discuss and learn from each other’s mistakes. There had been many. Often due to a member’s unlucky choice of a lover who refused or even reviled their dominance. At present, there were eight of them, all in their thirties, all still looking for that one woman who could accept them.

  Jesse leaned back in his chair, tipping back his beer and taking a healthy drink as James watched him. Finally, he shrugged. “She most likely knows what’s coming, James. Ella can be a pure witch when she’s riled. If she hasn’t cut your balls off yet, then most likely she’s not going to.”

  James winced. That didn’t do much to reassure him. He sipped his own beer, staring up at the ceiling of Jesse’s home as he contemplated the coming evening. He had called Saxen earlier to set the time to meet him at Ella’s home, and as that time rapidly approached, he found he was becoming more nervous than he had thought he would be.

  “Saxen was my choice for tonight,” he informed his brother quietly. Jesse nodded slowly. “He’s a good choice.”

  The tall, dark-skinned engineer worked with them at Delacourte Electronics as well, and was one of the most dependable men James knew.

  He had spent over an hour talking to Jesse and getting nowhere. He wasn’t any closer to stilling the nerves running riot inside him than he was to begin with.

  “You have been of absolutely no help whatsoever,” he finally sighed as he set the empty bottle on the glass coffee table and rose to his feet to leave. “Remind me of this when you finally decide to get off your ass and make your move on Terrie.”

  Jesse grunted as he rose to his feet to his feet. “Damned women. What did we do to deserve them?”

  James shook his head. “I would say we were just lucky, but I’m starting to wonder about that one.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  His bags weren’t sitting on the porch. James pulled in behind Saxen’s Mustang and breathed out a hard sigh of relief. He’d be damned, but he had never been this nervous in his life. His entire future, his relationship with Ella, and his own needs were riding on this final day. If she turned him away, would he have the strength to stay in control and to walk away from one of the most important aspects of his sexuality?

  He would if he had to. He admitted that to himself. Ella was more important than his desire, more important than his life. But he knew if he allowed it to happen, then neither of them would ever know complete fulfillment. That was his main concern. He knew Ella, better sometimes than she knew herself, and he knew she needed the extreme boundaries of sex just as intensely as he needed them for her. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he opened the door and stepped out of the car as Sax unfolded his tall frame from the other car.

  “You need a bigger car, Sax.” James repeated the comment he made every time he watched the other man slide from the low-slung car.

  “James, that’s my baby,” Sax grinned, his teeth flashing white against his dark skin as he ran his hand over his slick, shaved head.

  The sleek, little blue car was indeed one of his prized possessions, though he could have afforded better. That and the Harley. Sax had a set number of priorities. He had achieved all but one. Poor Sax had his eye set on a woman that wasn’t about to let him anywhere near her. She would make his life hell, James knew.

  “She might throw us out of the house.” James paused at the bottom of the steps as he glanced at Sax. “She might shoot us.”

  Sax chuckled. “If you’re brave enough to go after this one, James, then she should be brave enough to accept you. You’ve gotten this far without frostbite. I bet you last through the night.”

  Ella’s nickname, The Ice Queen, had followed her even after her divorce to Jase.

  “Frostbite?” James murmured as he shook his head. “That’s the least of our worries, Sax.”

  He opened the door and stepped inside. He had left explicit instructions for her in the letter he had left in the living room before he went to Jesse’s. He had been careful not to voice those instructions for fear of her outright rejection. If she didn’t want this, then the luggage on the porch would have been a more humane way to cut his heart from his chest. Of course, a bullet would be more permanent.

  “She should be in her room,” he murmured. “Either restrained to the bed or waiting with the gun.”

  Sax chuckled behind him, and in the sound James could feel the other man’s excitement. Sax was one of the few men who hadn’t known Ella during her marriage to Jase. He had wanted his partner in this next experience with Ella to be free of any preconceived notions or ideas of loyalty. Ella was his. Sax would continue to join in periodic threesomes with him and Ella if this first session went as James hoped.

  Just as Jesse would continue with Cole and Tess until he took that final step in securing his own woman. After marriage, there was no need, no desire to touch another woman. The commitment was strong, the need so extreme that other women held no attraction. It was often a confusing, hotly debated issue among the men who shared in this lifestyle. The need to see their women experiencing that pleasure of an added element to their sexuality. The periodic addition of another man, and in one case he knew of, another woman.

  He stopped at Ella’s bedroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it slowly as Sax leaned against the doorframe. God help him. He nearly came in his slacks. She had buckled the straps to her ankles as he ordered, and her arm into one of the wrist restraints. She was staring at the ceiling, her breathing hard and rough as he walked slowly into the room.

  He moved to the free wrist restraint and bent over to buckle it slowly. He caressed her wrist, feeling the hard throb of blood in the vein beneath her skin. She gazed up at him, a shade of fear mixing with the excitement in her gaze.

  “Are you sure, Ella?” He sat on the side of the bed, cupping her cheek gently as he stared down at her.

  She was trembling. He could feel the fear and excitement traveling through her. It would heighten the sensations, he knew; make the arousal, the coming orgasm more intense, hotter and brighter. He could barely hold back his own anticipation. He had waited, longed for this more years than he could count.

  “No.” She breathed out roughly. “I’m not sure of anything right now, James. Don’t ask me questions like that.”

  His lips quirked into a soft, gentle smile. Despite her words, he could see that she was more than ready. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard little points atop the firm mounds.

  “You’ll only be restrained until we think you’re ready to be released,” he promised her softly as he stood by the bed and began to undress.

  The word “we” had a small, strangled whimper escaping her throat. He watched the shiver that worked over her body, the way her nipples tightened, hardened further.

  “Is the plug still inside you?” he asked her gently as he dropped his shirt to the floor, aware that Sax was slowly undressing behind him.

  “No.” Her voice was low, breathless. “You told me to take it out.”

  “You followed my directions
exactly?” He kept his voice firm, stern.

  Her eyes were wide, dark as she watched him, careful not to look toward his hips. Nervousness and excitement had her body quivering on a finely balanced edge of desire and lust.

  “Exactly.” Her voice trembled.

  He stripped off his pants and boxers, his hand going to the near-to-bursting erection that stood out from his body. He was so damned hard he knew he wouldn’t make it five minutes if he didn’t find relief soon. A relief he knew her sweet, suckling mouth would provide him.

  “Sax, loosen the chains on the footboard. I need her sweet mouth first, or I won’t make it.”

  “I don’t blame you. She’s beautiful, James.” Sax spoke for the first time as he moved to the bed, his own cock thick and hard as he stared down at Ella.

  Her gaze flickered to him, her eyes widening as they caught the sight of his cock, as hard and long as James’s, if not a bit more so. Her gaze flew up to him and he could see the fear in her eyes.

  “I’m scared,” she whispered, her hands curling into fists as he sat down beside her on the bed again.

  “The fear is good, to a point, Ella,” he told her gently. “You have to trust me, though. You have to trust that I won’t allow you to be harmed, that I will never threaten you, never cause you undue pain in any way. Without that trust, baby, we’re wasting our time here.”

  His hand reached out to cup one of her full breasts, his fingers gripping the nipple firmly. She breathed in roughly, the little point tightening further. Leaning to her he drew one of the hard points into his mouth, relishing the thick moan that vibrated at her throat.

  When his head rose, he was pleased to see the flush of lust, of deepening desire coloring her once pale face.

  “I love you, Ella,” he said softly. “Above all things, I love you.”

  She nodded her head sharply. “Fine. Fine.” She was breathing hard and deep, then her eyes widened, shock flaring in her expression as her gaze went between her thighs.

  James followed her look and his lips quirked into a smile. Sax couldn’t resist soft, wet pussy, and he was lapping at the creamy mound now with the intent concentration of a man enjoying a prized dessert.

  He couldn’t help but watch, and Sax gave a show worthy of any porn star as he made certain each touch, each stroke could be clearly seen. His tongue ran through the narrow slit, parting it, gathering the thick juices on the tip of it before he licked them into his mouth and started again. Slow, teasing strokes of his tongue that circled her pink pearl clit then returned to her tender opening to start all over again.

  Then his fingers parted her, his dark flesh an erotic contrast to her pale skin. When he had her lips flared open, his tongue distended then disappeared slowly inside her vagina. James’ cock jerked at the sight of it, imagining the feel of her pussy gripping the other man’s tongue, her muscles rippling around it as he fucked in and out of the hot channel.

  “James.” He saw her hips jerk, the muscles of her abdomen tightening as her body tensed, her legs moving against the restraints.

  Sax was slurping on her now, sucking as much of the thick honey from between her thighs that he could reach. And James knew even more would replace it. It would be impossible to suck that well of sweetness dry.

  “Shhh.” James leaned forward, his tongue licking over her lips as she stared up at him with dark, shocked eyes. “Just enjoy, Ella. Just enjoy.”

  He kissed her. A long, wet kiss that had her moaning into his lips, her head lifting from the pillow as she fought to get closer. Sax’s noisy feast below seemed to make the kiss more desperate, heated, as her body began to clamor for release. A release she would be screaming for before it ever came.

  His lips moved from hers, his own breathing rough, impatient, as they traveled down her neck, moving unerringly to the hard-tipped breasts that rose and fell roughly. She was moaning, her head thrashing on the pillow as she fought to get closer to the mouths tormenting her.

  Sax would tease her. He wouldn’t want her release coming until she was sandwiched between them, any more than James did. And she would be ready for them. Then he heard her shocked gasp, the moan of near pain that erupted from her throat and knew Sax was preparing her back entrance as he stroked her cunt hotter.

  “It’s okay, baby.” He kissed her nipple, licking it gently as he rose to his knees beside her. “Just enjoy, Ella. Just let it feel good.”

  He gripped his cock in his hand, grimacing at the near black of her eyes, the flush of lust on her face. She was so beautiful it was damned near killing him.

  “James, I can’t stand it.” She bucked against Sax’s mouth as James looked to the other man.

  Sax had pulled back, watching as two of his fingers sank slowly in her pussy, two up the forbidden depths of her anus. Her heels were pressed into the mattress, fighting for leverage to thrust against the shallow thrusts. Sax wasn’t about to hurry, though. He knew as well as James did, the pleasure she would experience from the teasing.

  Sax’s head lowered again then, unable to keep his lips, his tongue, from the soaked slit that flowered open for him. He murmured his enjoyment into her flesh, his eyes closing as he savored each lick. James felt his cock drip with his own pre-cum at the sight. Her moans, her ragged breaths, the unconscious sexuality reflecting in her face, in her jerky movements, was more than he could bear. If he didn’t push his swollen cock into her mouth soon he was going to go insane.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Ella wanted to scream, to find some way to release the surging sensations building in her body, but she couldn’t find the breath. Seconds later the choice was taken out of her hands as James’ cock slipped past her lips, filling her mouth, as his rough groan echoed around her.

  Her lips tightened on him, her tongue licking over the thick veins, the tight flesh in greedy hunger, as the scents and sounds of sexual need wrapped around her. The flared head of his erection sank nearly to her throat as her tongue worked desperately along the shaft. She suckled him, pulling her head back then pushing forward, tempting him to fuck her mouth, to spill the hot rich seed that tasted like nectar on her tongue.

  Between her thighs, Sax was lapping at her cunt, his tongue dipping into her vagina, two large fingers sliding deep inside her anus. She shuddered with the sensation, moaning around the flesh thrusting between her lips as she fought to suckle it, to tempt him into the release she knew he was teetering on the edge of.

  She was suspended on a rack of agonizing pleasure and desperate fear. She had seen the other man’s cock, thick and hard, the dark flesh appearing angry, eager to take her. How would she bear it? How would her body hold two thick shafts like that at the same time?

  “Ella, you’re killing me.” James’s voice was thick and deep as his hand gripped the halfway point of his cock and his thrusts became harder. “Your mouth is so sweet, so hot.”

  She felt the head pulse against her tongue as she delved beneath it to the sensitive spot that she knew would make him groan with dark lust. The sound shot to her womb, ripping through her with almost climactic intensity. She tightened her mouth on him, slurping on his hard flesh hungrily as his thrusts became harder, his breathing rougher.

  He was on the edge of release, she could feel it, almost taste it, but she was as well, and the tormentor between her thighs was refusing to send her over. She strained against his suckling mouth, his piercing tongue, but nothing seemed to be enough.

  She growled around James’s cock as she fought for that one stroke, that one caress, that would send her over the edge.

  “Stay still.” A sudden, light slap to her mound as the other man moved back had her stilling in surprise.

  Her eyes flew to James’s face as he watched her, then glanced down once again.

  “Again.” James’s voice was soft. “She’s not sucking me properly, Sax. I think she needs to be punished for it.”

  Her mouth was full of James’s cock, but her strangled scream should have been enough. When the lightly sting
ing blow landed, she felt her entire body flinch. Not from pain, but from shameful pleasure. Her clit throbbed, pulsed, so swollen and sensitive now that the light blow was agony and ecstasy all in one.

  Her mouth tightened on James’s cock, her tongue stroking, her mouth suckling as she knew he liked it, but she was determined that when the restraints came off, so did her façade of submission. This was all well and good, but she would make certain they both paid for the tormenting arousal.

  Another blow landed. She jerked, moaning in protest at the streaking sensations. Her clit swelled further, throbbing in an agony of arousal. When the next blow came, she growled around the cock thrusting into her mouth and raised her hips for more. More. One more blow aimed just right, and her clit would explode.

  But the next smack never came. Instead his tongue stroked, caressed, running around her clit with light, deliberately teasing strokes. She rewarded James, the beast, with a firmer suction on his erection, driving him past his own control.

  “Yes, Ella. Baby. I’m going to come now. Take me, Ella.” He powered in, his moan deep and hard as his cock suddenly exploded.

  Thick and hot, his seed shot into her mouth as his body jerked with the pleasure she knew was washing over him. In return, the mouth on her cunt only teased her more. She continued to suckle James’s flesh, drawing the last drop of his tangy seed from the tip as she fought to keep from screaming out in agony.

  “Perfect.” James pulled back from her, his cock still hard, leaving her mouth reluctantly.

  Perspiration coated his body. His eyes were dark, his face flushed, his lips heavy with sensuality as his hands went to her breasts once again.

  “Are you ready, baby?” His hands went to the restraints at her wrists as Sax moved away from her to loosen those at her ankles.

  Ella shuddered. Her pussy was on fire, desperate, yearning. Every nerve ending in her body was sensitized and throbbing for release. When they released her, Sax moved to the side of the bed, laying back, the bulging length of his heavily veined cock rising to his abdomen. As she watched, he rolled a condom over the throbbing shaft, preparing to take her.