Chapter 8
It wasn’t all that late when they arrived back at the penthouse suite at Benedict Towers. He and Donny both kissed Iris lightly and sent her off to change into something more comfortable. Rich held back his grin. That code phrase from a few decades back wasn’t what it used to be. Their woman would come out wearing more clothing than she’d had on all evening. Jillian also excused herself and headed toward the master bedroom, likely to do the same.
Robert and David led him and Donny into the large living room that looked out over the glittering nighttime cityscape. Drinks at the Lyon’s Den had been non-alcoholic, as they tended to be in many of the private clubs.
But now they were out of the club atmosphere, and Rich accepted the offer of a glass of scotch from Robert, as did Donny. He had no intention of touching Iris until after they discussed the evening just passed. Even then, as much as he wanted to feel her naked and writhing between them, he was committed to seeing to her needs first. Having watched her closely over the past few hours, he had an idea of what some of those needs, at least, were.
Every moment spent in her company, every conversation, however neutral, just reinforced his belief that no one had ever focused on Iris, on seeing her needs met or her wants catered to.
Robert invited them to make themselves comfortable. Rich and his brother took one of the sofas, leaving room between them for Iris. “It didn’t take long for our applications to be processed,” Robert said. “I don’t imagine it will take long for yours to be, either.”
“It takes however long it takes. I’m a big advocate for security measures where they’re called for.” He took a sip of the strong liquor. The flavor pleased his taste buds while the potent alcohol set to work relaxing him. It had been a busy few days. And, he had to admit, now that Iris had seen the Lyon’s Den and not gone running off into traffic, his stress level had gone down considerably.
“There was a good crowd tonight,” David said. He settled in one of the armchairs placed at a right angle to them. “There were a lot of new faces. I wonder how many of those people will be invited to join?”
“Our friend Damien’s club experienced an increase in interest, too, in recent months.” Rich shook his head. “He, like Christopher, screens applicants very carefully. He told us that his rejection rate soared because so many people were applying for membership without having a clear idea of what actually happened in a club atmosphere and had no interest in practicing safe parameters.”
“Chris has had the same experience, as has a good friend of ours in Chicago, Jordan Fitzpatrick. He owns a club there called Reckless Abandon.” Robert sighed. “Unfortunately there are enough smaller clubs and fetish bars that are open to anyone and everyone, regardless of their intentions or their mental fitness.”
Rich looked up because he felt Iris come into the room. Dressed in a plain tee shirt and yoga pants, her hair now in a simple ponytail, she looked as sexy to him as she had in that merry widow.
A sense of rightness filled him when he held out his hand and she immediately came to him. She settled on the sofa between him and Donny.
“Would you like a drink?” Robert asked.
“Do you have sweet tea, please?”
He grinned. “We do.” He went to the bar and brought a jug out of the fridge. After placing ice in a tumble, he poured out the amber liquid. He’d no sooner served Iris than his wife came into the room.
“That’s what I’ll have, too, please, darling.” Jillian came in dressed similarly to Iris. She found her place on her husband David’s lap and turned her face up for Robert’s kiss when he brought her drink.
It was good decompression time. Iris relaxed against him and brought her bare feet up so they rested against Donny. With his arm around her, and Donny’s hand covering her small feet, they cocooned her. Her sigh, and the lack of tension in her body, pleased him. Did she know they were already taking care of her? Did she have any idea how that made him feel, to know that she was at ease with them, even with the prospect of sharing a bed in their immediate future?
They talked of inconsequential things. Rich appreciated the tone Robert set. His cousin knew the evening had been impactful on Iris, and he was doing his best to bring them all back to reality outside the lifestyle.
It wasn’t difficult to imagine a future time when they all six would be here after an evening at the club with the women still in their outfits, relaxing on cushions on the floor. Sometimes the best time for a scene was after an evening among others.
Jillian tried to stifle her yawn, but they all caught it—good Doms really did tune in. Rich got to his feet and held out his hand to Iris. They bid a cordial goodnight to their hosts. He felt Iris’s nerves and held back a grin. He would have been surprised if she wasn’t at least a little nervous.
They stood back so Iris could enter the bedroom first. Rich watched as she came to a stop at the foot of the Lusty-sized bed. The door closed behind them, sealing them off from the other people in the penthouse.
Iris turned and looked at Rich. She might be nervous, but she met his gaze. “Now what?”
“That, sweetheart, is completely up to you.”
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“You’ve had a bit of time to process your visit to the Lion’s Den. Tell us what you’re thinking.” Rich’s voice, in that moment, reminded her very much of Christopher’s. It was a quality he’d shown her once before. It’s his Dom voice. That something in his tone compelled her to answer.
“There’s so much.” Where did she begin? Maybe with the first thing that surprised her. “I know we talked this afternoon about whether or not I’d want to be naked there, and I was pretty sure that the answer to that question would be, unequivocally, not. But I’ve figured out I was thinking about it all wrong.”
This bedroom in the Jessops’ suite was more than just a bedroom. It had a sitting area and its own attached bathroom, an amenity at least as large as the bathroom in Rich and Donny’s house back in Lusty.
The sitting area featured a love seat and a small coffee table. She was sitting on Rich’s lap, with her legs over Donny’s.
Richard adjusted her position on his lap while Donny placed his hand on her right leg. “How so?” Donny asked.
Iris really liked being close to both men. The heat from both their bodies became her heat, and she felt more than safe in that moment. The focus of both of these dynamic men’s attention, she felt cherished.
The stroke of Rich’s hand on her, shoulder to wrist, reminded her that they were waiting for an answer.
“I equated being naked with being made a spectacle. But it wouldn’t be like that, would it? I mean, sure, people would look at me. I looked plenty myself tonight. But…it would be all right, wouldn’t it? It would be safe for me to be naked there.”
“Yes, you’d be completely safe there. What else surprised you?”
“The way my body reacted to a couple of the scenes.”
“You liked the paddling and the spanking Rory gave Daisy.”
“I did. I know those are called impact play.” She inhaled deeply and wondered if she dared be completely honest. How can I not? “There was a difference between the two.”
“Yes, there was. The first one, the paddling, was a punishment. The second one, between Rory and Daisy, was an erotic spanking.”
Rich kept up his soothing strokes on her arm. Iris found herself relaxing into his touch.
“They both affected me, but differently.”
“The erotic one turned you on?”
“Yes.” She met Donny’s gaze as she answered him. “But the first one appealed to me as well. But the biggest surprise…” Iris had to dig deep for the nerve to say what she needed to say. “The biggest surprise for me came when Christopher was using that whip on Rory. I’ve read about subspace. Of course, I have. And I thought…”
“You thought it was a myth.” Rich brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her wrist.
“I did. Unti
l I saw it, until I saw Rory in subspace. There’s a part of me that craves that. Not the whip, but the…escape. The peace and the…the resting I sensed in him.”
“Some subs can get to subspace with the paddle or a simple spanking. Some find the violet wand works for them. Some get there just by being tied up. Most of the subs drawn to shibari are attracted by the allure of being completely bound, by having even the freedom of movement taken away from them. It’s a question of finding out what will work for you.”
“I know the whole reason I came with you tonight was for all of us to see if this sort of relationship appealed to me. It’s one thing for me to understand, intellectually, that I’m submissive. I figured that much out about myself reading the book Jillian loaned me. But it’s a completely different proposition to know whether or not I’d thrive by giving you complete control of me.” She looked down at her hands for just a moment, gathering her strength. Then she raised her head and looked at Donny and then Rich. “I want to try. There are things I need that I can’t even tell you I need. But tonight, what I finally understood was that there was something missing inside me…or maybe not missing, but…more like a need waiting to be met. And I have the feeling you know what that is, or, at the very least, you can figure it all out.”
Rich gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Feeling the wetness there, it was the first clue she had that a tear had tracked down her face. This night is just full of surprises. Iris couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried. Then she met Rich’s gaze, and every thought evaporated. The tenderness in his eyes caused a tightness in her throat.
“Yes, sweetheart, we’ll figure it out—the three of us, together. We’ll figure it all out in due course. For now, it’s late, and you’re tired.” He used his fingers to gently turn her face to him so that bare inches separated their lips. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, and Iris parted her lips. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted them both to kiss her.
Be honest with yourself, Iris. You want more than just kisses.
The arousal that had come to life earlier as she’d put on the outfit these men had chosen for her, arousal that had steadily built as she’d watched and learned with them surrounding her at the club, that arousal had been banked, still burning within her. It wasn’t edgy, but it was insistent. She needed these two men with a kind of need she’d never known she could feel.
She would beg if she had to. And then the light of passion replaced tenderness in Rich’s eyes, and she knew she wouldn’t need to beg, at least not tonight.
The fingers that still held her chin shifted until her face was cupped in his hand. He brought her forward, and she closed her eyes and sighed when his mouth settled on hers.
Warm and wet and infinitely gentle, his kiss wooed her, seduced her, and softly stoked her arousal with sweet encouragement. Iris loved the way Rich’s mouth covered hers and the way his tongue commanded hers. It was like being lowered into a warm and placid pool. Her cares disappeared, and her tension eased. All that had come before no longer mattered. It was as if every burden she’d ever carried had been barred from joining her in this special place.
Rich ended his kiss and gave her the most heart-melting smile. “You need some of what you saw tonight, baby. Donny and I both know that. But first—and most, I think—you need tenderness. You need to know how focused we are on pleasing you.”
Words were more than she could manage. So she answered the question in his eyes with a nod. Donny stood and helped her to her feet.
He eased her close to him, and then he, too, kissed her. These two men possessed different styles and different flavors, but they imparted the same sweet emotion, and their kisses both fed her inner fires. Donny raised his head, and Rich took her right hand in his, kissed it, and led her to the bed.
With gentle touches, sweet kisses, and soft murmurs, they focused all of their attention on her. Donny lifted her tee shirt over her head, and then Rich eased her pants to the floor, helping her step free. Then Donny unfastened her bra, and Rich coaxed her sheer panties down her legs.
Iris trembled, the image of him squatting in front of her, his face so very close to her pussy, excited her and, yes, unnerved her. No lover had ever placed his mouth there.
Rich waited until her gaze was his, until she could see his hunger, and then he turned his attention to her pussy.
“I can smell your arousal and see it glistening. Now I have to taste it. I have to taste you.” He looked up at her once more. “Tell us this is what you want, sweetheart.”
Iris used her fingers to comb his hair. “Yes, I want this. I want you.” She looked up at Donny. “I want both of you and everything you want to give me.”
“Spread your legs, shoulder width apart.”
Her body responded before her mind even processed the order. Rich wasn’t the least bit coy. He didn’t tease her. He simply placed his mouth on her pussy. It was the same kiss, wetter, hotter, and far more devastating than the one he’d placed on her mouth. When his tongue lapped from the bottom of her slit to her clit and then slid inside her, Iris cried out as her climax erupted out of her.
Chapter 9
Wave after shattering wave of orgasmic pleasure stole her breath and her strength. Even as the aftershocks rippled through her, Rich Kendall rose to his feet, lifted her into his arms, and laid her on the bed.
“I need more of you, sweet Iris.” He practically ripped off his shirt then unfastened his belt, drew it from his pants, and dropped it on the floor. He released the hook on the waist of his pants and lowered his zipper. Then he climbed onto the bed, moved her up, stretched out, hooked her bent legs on his arms, and buried his face in her pussy once more.
Iris had just caught her breath, but when Rich resumed his oral stimulation, her arousal ignited again. Long licks, tiny flicks, then complete, full-mouth sucking—he used them all, and with such mastery, all she could do was lie there and take it.
Pleasure just short of orgasm shivered over every part of her body. Thrilling, erotic, the feelings swamped her, flooding her with a heightened state of bliss. The sensation was completely different from anything she’d ever experienced, either with a lover or on her own.
She’d never look at her vibrator the same way again.
“You taste so damn good.”
His words reverberated against her wet folds, just making the experience so much more. She felt his fingers moving up and down her slit, slowly burrowing, seeking entrance. Looking down her body, she caught the enthralled expression on his face when he lifted his mouth but kept his attention on her pussy. Then he met her gaze, his chin wet with her nectar, and she knew she wanted to taste them together.
His fingers slid into her, but rather than moving them in and out and fucking her with them as she thought he would do, he seemed to be looking for something on the upper wall…
“Ohmygod.” Iris’s head fell back as Rich found some inner trigger to her libido. His low chuckle drowned against her pussy, and as he stroked that sensitive spot, he fastened his lips on her clit and sucked.
“Rich!” His name exploded off her lips as she came, a deeper, fuller orgasm than the last one, a taste of ecstasy so vital, so deep, Iris forgot to breathe. Pulse after fiery pulse of ecstasy peaked her nipples and pulled every muscle in her body taut. When the spasms finally slowed, Rich pushed himself up and stood at the foot of the bed. He dropped his pants. The sound of tearing made her open her eyes just in time to watch as he smoothed a condom over his very big and very erect cock.
Iris barely had time to really look at that magnificent organ because, just then, movement in her peripheral vision drew her attention. Coming over to stand beside Rich, his expression just as rapt as he looked at her, Donny Kendall was as naked and hard as his brother.
“Eyes on me.”
As soon as she obeyed, Rich tented her, every inch of him hot and hard, an alpha male on a mission. Iris couldn’t control the way her pelvic floor muscles twitched. She felt her wet fol
ds moving, a response that was all reflex. Then he stretched out on top of her, keeping most of his weight off her. The heat of his body seared her. His gaze stayed locked on hers, even as she felt the nudge of heated latex on her pussy.
Her eyes widened as he began to push into her. His girth spread her labia as his length came inside her. He stopped, pulled out, and pushed in again. If she didn’t know better she’d swear it was her first time because he stretched her and it stung just a little bit.
Two more withdrawals followed by determined thrusts, and he was seated in her to the hilt. Rich closed his eyes for one moment, and the look on his face filled her with feminine pride. He looked like a man experiencing a deep kind pleasure. Me. I did that.
When he looked at her again, arousal and need filled his gaze and laced his words. “You feel so damn good, baby. I know that stung a little, and I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. You feel good, too.” His face still glistened with her juices, and the scent of their combined essences caused her to lick her lips. He flashed her a grin.
“Wrap your legs around me, woman, and kiss me while I pleasure us both.”
There was just something in the way he talked to her that turned her on. She lifted her legs, locking her ankles together around his waist. Then she slid her arms around his neck and rose up until her lips met his. She kissed him, licking the juices from his lips, his chin, and returning them to him as her tongue mated with his. Their tongues dueled and danced, and Iris was lost in the wonder of it all. A shiver wracked her body, and their lips parted.
The naughty flavor had set fire to her appetite, creating a hunger she’d never felt before. Then Rich began to move. His hot hand slid under her ass and pulled her up and into his thrusts. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of her pussy ignited her arousal. Her hips moved, the response completely instinctive. Two orgasms in such short order hadn’t sated her. They’d addicted her, and she needed more. The bed dipped, and beside her, Donny stretched out.
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