Imaginary Lover [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  When he stopped flogging her, he approached the cage and brushed his hands over her breasts, but with the metal in between his fingers and her bra, it added an element of sensation that sent shivers up and down her spine.

  “Wish I could reach your pussy right now,” he said, rubbing his fingers as close to it as possible. The way he’d tied her allowed her groin to push up against the metal, but not to the degree her breasts did. “I’ll bet it’s soaked by now, isn’t it? You’re a bad girl, Ivy.”

  “It’s very wet, Sir.”

  He walked over to the toys on the wall again, and this time approached the cage with an armful. But he didn’t stand in front of her. He put them on the table, and pushed it around to the other side.

  Then she heard the sound of the door opening.

  Ivy moaned as she realized he was inside, and she wouldn’t be able to see anything he did to her. He nuzzled her neck. “Now you’re in trouble.”

  “Oh God…”

  He unhooked her bra and pushed the straps down as far as they would go, but because her body was pushed up against the cage, the cups were held in place. Then he untied her waist and arms, and took off the bra. When he tied her arms again, this time he had her place her hands on pads that he attached to the cage like he’d done with the cushion underneath her face.

  “Be careful like this,” he said, testing the knots he’d made on the ropes around her wrists. “If you lean too far into the cage, the metal will graze your nipples.”

  “Oh…” He was right. She pulled back as it touched them, cold and hard. He untied her ankles just long enough to remove her panties, and then he secured the ropes again. She was spread-eagle, with only her hands and face resting on pads against the cage. If she stood still, the rest of her body only came in contact the metal gently. But if she moved toward it, she’d feel the impression of the design on everything except her face and hands.

  “You’re sadistic,” she said.

  Merrick’s breath was hot against her left ear. “No shit.” He reached underneath her arms and grasped her breasts, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Ivy pushed back against him, moaning loudly. Merrick kissed her neck. “Do you like that, you bad girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How about this?” He moved his hands over her abdomen, and around to her ass. “You still have his marks on you. I can’t have that.” She gasped as he reached between her legs and brushed a finger from her asshole, along her wet slit, to her clit, over and over.

  She moved against her bonds, yelping a bit when her nipples touched the metal.

  He chuckled softly. “Be careful. The metal won’t cut you, but it does sting on bare nipples if you rub against it. Of course, some bad girls like that.”

  “Oh fuck…”

  He increased the pressure of his finger until she moaned continuously, and just when she thought he was going to keep it up until she came, he moved his hand. “Time to mark you as my own.”

  Ivy cried out in surprise as a flogger struck her ass. The falls were thick, but not gentle like the one he’d used on her a few moments ago. She moved away from it, but when her breasts grazed the metal again, she groaned loudly and tried to stay still as he swatted her ass with the flogger.

  “Hurts, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “But do you like it, bad girl?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do.” And it was true. As much as she’d taken two nights ago from Tom, this was exquisite. And the flogger didn’t really hurt as much as the paddle Tom had used on her. It was more the element of being tied up like this, and knowing that if she moved too far forward, the cage was there to give her pinpricks of pain on her nipples.

  Merrick moved directly behind her and massaged her ass cheeks, and then he stepped back and she cried out as a cane came down across her ass. This time, she pushed into the cage before she could stop herself, and the burning pain from the cane mixed with the tiny sting from the metal on her nipples. She leaned into the cage slowly, until she grew used to the sensation on her breasts, thighs, and pussy.

  Merrick alternated the cane with what felt like a leather strap, and now she simply relaxed into the cushions and the metal, giving over to the sensations. It was so raw and decadent, and she’d never conjured up anything like this in her imagination.

  Before she floated completely away, he stopped. “I knew you’d get there.” He was behind her again, brushing his hands along her back, her arms, and the backs of her thighs. “You like being up against that cage, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “But now it’s time to turn you around.”

  Ivy tried to keep breathing as he untied her, and then rubbed the areas where the rope had been, checking for abrasions. “Now back up against the cage, slowly.”

  She did, but the only things that pressed against it fully were her sore and tender ass cheeks.

  “Can you handle that? Your ass must sting quite badly by now.”

  “It’s more warm than painful, Sir.”

  His smile sent her heart fluttering. “Good girl. Because I have one more thing I want to try on you.”

  He tied her to the cage again with rope, using the cushions for her hands and the back of her head this time, and then he held up a small, thin leather strap with a forked end. “This is what I just used on your lovely ass. Let’s see how it feels on your pussy.”

  Merrick stepped to one side and swung it between her legs. Ivy jumped, but all that did was push her sore ass cheeks against the metal behind them. She moaned and panted as he kept up the punishment on her pussy, and then her nipples as well. That really hurt, but now she floated away to the same place she’d been Wednesday night, where pain and pleasure were one.

  She didn’t want this to end. Maybe Merrick could ask Tom to come over, and they both could tie her to this cage? She had trouble imagining how she’d take this kind of exquisite sensation from two men, but then again, two of them would also mean double the fun.

  As images of both Tom and Merrick fucking her raced through Ivy’s mind, her moans turned to whimpers, and she was no longer sure where she was. Someone untied her, and then she was cradled in strong arms.

  “Here. Drink this.” He held a bottle of water to her lips and she drank the entire thing. “Better? Are you okay now?”

  “What did I do?”

  “Um…I’m really embarrassed to say this, but you almost fainted. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It was just so amazing. May I have more water?”

  “Yes. Of course.” He reached toward a table and it was then she realized they were at the other end of the dungeon, sitting on a sofa. Merrick handed her several small pieces of chocolate. “And eat this. It helps. You’re not allergic, are you?”

  She shook her head. The chocolate did help, and after she’d had a second bottle of water, she turned in his arms so she could see his face. “Thank you. For everything.”

  “Ivy, thank you. That was the most fun I’ve had in a very long time. And I promise next time I’ll be more cautious. You really slip into subspace easily.”

  She smiled. Next time… that meant they’d do this again. “But this night isn’t over yet, is it?”

  “Playing is.”

  Ivy stared into his eyes for a long time, hoping she wasn’t wrong about his intentions. “Merrick, make love to me.”

  The change that came over his face sent her heart fluttering again. He clearly hadn’t assumed they’d be having sex. “Are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She shed the blanket he’d wrapped her in, and moved so that she straddled his muscular thighs. He was still dressed, but that was even sexier right now. When she kissed him, he groaned and grabbed her hair, hanging onto it like he’d never let go.

  His tongue and teeth raked the inside of her mouth, and Ivy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pushing her body against him. With one perfect movement, she was on her back and he lay
on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him and cried out in pleasure as he kissed one nipple then the other. He sat back on his heels and kneaded her breasts in his strong hands, holding her gaze the entire time.

  When she reached up to unbutton his shirt, he helped her remove it, and then he stood long enough to shed his Dockers and briefs. Ivy stared at his cock and licked her lips. He knelt between her legs and sucked her pussy lips and clit until a crazy orgasm overtook her and she thought she’d pass out again. When he finally came up for air, he walked over to the wall and took a condom out of a box. He put it on while he walked toward her, which almost made her giggle. That was quite a skill.

  When he reached her again, he knelt next to her and cupped her face. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Why wouldn’t I want to make love to you?”

  “I don’t know. You’re so…so damn perfect.”

  “Oh, Merrick…”

  He stared into her eyes for a long moment, and then he knelt between her legs and slid his cock into her pussy. Ivy clung to him and rode the waves, consumed by more lust than she’d ever felt. The man knew how to fuck. He played with her clit, her breasts, and stroked her hair, but he still didn’t come. He and Tom each had crazy stamina, and once again images of making love to both at once filled her mind.

  Merrick withdrew. “Turn over.”

  She did as he asked, and then watched as he crossed the room again. When he approached her carrying a bottle of lube, she sighed. He positioned her hips on top of sofa cushions, and then gently filled her asshole with two lubed fingers. “Do you like anal?”

  “I do now.”

  He chuckled softly. “So do I.” He removed his fingers and slipped his dick inside, and Ivy closed her eyes as the sense of fullness increased with his thrusting. When he slipped a hand underneath to tease her clit, she moaned softly as another climax raced through her body. His cried soon joined hers, and she swore she could feel his climax inside her ass.

  He pulled out and held her close, cuddling her from behind. Then he rose and took her hand, leading her toward a closed door. Inside was one of the most elaborate bathrooms she’d ever seen. He turned on the water in the shower and pulled her close, holding her while he stroked her hair and back.

  “Can you stay with me tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do we need to go back to your house and get anything?”

  “No. I’ll be fine.” She lifted her face and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips moved over hers gently now, tenderly, as if he was afraid of bruising them. When he released the kiss, Ivy sighed as he gazed into her eyes.

  He reached behind him and picked up the bottle of shower gel, then spread some into his palms and washed her, from her hair all the way to her feet. He didn’t neglect a single inch of her skin. Her pussy, though still tender and sore from the impact play and the fucking, grew wet all over again, and she hoped he’d fuck her in the shower.

  As if reading her thoughts, Merrick backed her up against a wall and then lifted her with no more effort than he’d lift a twig. Almost as quickly he sighed and let her legs fall again. “Fuck. No condom. Hang on.”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He looked confused for a second. “What?”

  “I’m on the pill. And I have no STDs.”

  “I don’t either. Are you okay if I don’t use one this time?”

  “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He lifted her up again, and then pushed her back against the wall. He shoved his dick into her pussy and Ivy hung on for dear life. She’d never been fucked like this. He slammed into her like a freight train, and she loved every raw, dirty second of it.

  When he came again, his thrusts became jerky and rough, but she didn’t care. This was heaven and she didn’t want it to end. He finally stood her on her feet again, but she had to hang onto him once more because she was dizzy. By the time they stepped out of the shower, the water had turned cold. He dried her off, and then retrieved her dress, underwear, shoes, and bag. Taking her hand, he led her upstairs and into his bedroom, where they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tom was more angry than surprised when he called Ivy’s phone Saturday morning and Merrick answered. “Let me talk to Ivy.”

  Merrick actually sighed, which made Tom want to reach through the phone and punch him. “She’s still asleep.”

  “We have a date tonight. I need to find out when to pick her up.”

  “I’ll pass on the message.” Was that humor in the prick’s voice?

  “Put her on the phone, Merrick.”

  “I’m not waking her up. Call her later.”

  He disconnected the call, and Tom stared at his cell, not wanting to believe what had just happened. If it was any other woman but Ivy, he’d walk away. Better to lose his manhood than let anyone use him this way. But he knew this wasn’t Ivy’s doing. And he hadn’t needed to hear Merrick answer her phone to know she’d spent the night with him. He’d known that one in his gut.

  Tom paced for half an hour, mentally listing all the reasons why walking over to Merrick’s home was a bad idea. But in the end, he’d already known he was going to do it as soon as the arrogant prick answered Ivy’s phone.

  He’d waited too many years not to have an equal chance with her, and he wasn’t going to allow Merrick and his high school tactics to ruin that for him. Ivy was a grown woman. She could make up her own mind.

  * * * *

  Merrick placed the tray with breakfast and coffee on the nightstand, and then stared at Ivy’s phone again. He shouldn’t have hung up on Tom. Hell. He never should have answered her phone to begin with. He’d had no right to do that. It had been presumptuous and childish, and he knew Tom wouldn’t sit back quietly and take it.

  Had he blown any chance he had with Ivy already? Merely because he’d been seized by blinding jealousy as soon as he saw Tom’s name on her caller ID? It would be his own fault if she bolted when she found out, and Merrick was afraid she might do that.

  As if she could sense his thoughts, she stirred, frowning as she sat up. She pulled the comforter around her body. “What time is it? Do I smell coffee?”

  He forced a smile to his face. “You do smell coffee. As for what time it is, who cares?”

  She reached over him but he wasn’t fast enough. She picked up her phone, scrolling to her missed call, still frowning. “Looks like I missed something.” She’d see that the call had lasted longer than necessary for someone to leave a voice mail message, plus there was no message indicator.

  “I’m sorry. I answered it.”

  “Why?”

  Why, indeed? “Because I’m an ass.”

  “What did he want?”

  “To ask you what time he was picking you up tonight.”

  “Oh shit.” She groaned, then fall back onto the bed. Merrick wasn’t sure whether to pump his fist in the air, or hold her close until she told him what was going through her head. “I can’t do this.”

  “Come on. Have some breakfast. Let’s talk about it.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about. I can’t do this. I can’t see you both, and have sex with you both…and have there be no conflict over it. How on earth did Alaina get together with Jeff and Taj? Or Jade with Estevan and Liam?”

  He handed her a cup of coffee. “There are more than two triads on the island now.” She took it, taking a large sip. “And I know for a fact that not all of the Doms were best friends at first.”

  She gave him a thoughtful look. “But we’re not talking about the same thing. I mean wanting to make this a triad.” She took another sip while she eyed him from under her lashes. “Are we?”

  He shrugged, then handed her a plate. “Eat something. No one can talk about serious shit on an empty stomach, and you must be as hungry as I am.”

  That brought a smile to her face, and he sent up a silent prayer of thanks. “I am starving. Thank you for this. You didn’t have to.”

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p; “Yes I did. You gave me a beautiful gift last night. I owe you a hell of a lot more than breakfast and coffee.”

  “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

  Didn’t she know what last night had meant to him? He scooted closer to her and picked up his plate. “It wasn’t just sex and play for me, Ivy. I’ve had a thing for you a long time.”

  “Same here.”

  He took a forkful of food to gather his thoughts. “Thank you for saying so. But I have to ask.”

  She didn’t even wait for him to do so. She put down her plate and shifted her body to face him. “You and Tom both have been in my fantasies for a long time. I don’t know why I never did anything about it. Our families…and then Scott and Nadine…I have no excuse.”

  He put down his plate as well. “None of that matters now. Okay? Seriously. It’s over and done. I only want to move forward from this point.”

  “But what am I supposed to do? I can’t even imagine what you each must think of me right now.”

  He smiled. “I can’t speak for Tom, but I don’t think any less of you now than I did before, if that helps at all. I want to see you again. I want to see where this leads us. And I’ll take it as slowly as you need me to go. The only thing I refuse to do is pretend it never happened. I can’t do that. Not after last night.”

  He was still staring into her eyes when his doorbell rang.

  * * * *

  Tom eyed Merrick’s sweatpants. “Did I wake you, too?”

  “No. We were eating breakfast in bed. Come on up.”

  “Really? No angry words? No threats?”

  Merrick shrugged. “Why bother? You’re here, she’s awake, and if it makes you feel any better, she knows I answered her phone and she’s conflicted about all this.”

  That took the wind out of his sails. He hadn’t meant to hurt Ivy. “Actually, that doesn’t make me feel better at all.” Then again, what else did he expect?