Dalton, Tymber - Contractual Obligation (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (22 page)

“Up,” he said. She complied, and he spread the towels out under her before he pointed back to the bed.

She felt an almost physical
click
in her soul as she realized if he wanted to truss her upside down from the ceiling fan, she’d let him. Different than with Doug, and yet the same. She trusted Tate and was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She laid down on the towel and watched as he started rummaging through her bedside table.

“Where’s your toys, baby?”

“What?”

He crawled onto the bed, grabbed her hair, and kissed her. “Don’t play shy with me. Never play shy with me. Your sex toys. You’ve got to have at least one vibrator in here. Where are they?”

She felt her face grow hot as she pointed at the other bedside table. His eyes lit up as he leaned across her and yanked the drawer open. “Oh, you nasty little girl.” He pulled out the two vibrators she had, one a battery-operated rabbit style, and an electric Hitachi. He also pulled out the two dildos she had.

“Hmm.” He held them up. Both of them were smaller than Tate and Doug’s cocks. In fact, once Doug had moved in, she hadn’t used any of her toys.

He put the larger of the two dildos back in the drawer and kept the vibrators out. He plugged in the Hitachi, checked it, and grinned when it sprang to life. “Not yet,” he said as he clicked it off again. “Roll over.”

“What?”

“Roll. Over.” His voice deepened. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Heart racing, she did. Her clit still throbbed from his previous attention as much as it did from anticipation and his masterful tone. She felt him push her legs apart and kneel between them. Then he spread her ass cheeks, and she felt his tongue slowly begin to rim her virgin ass.

“Oh!” She fisted the sheets, squirming, loving the sensation.

He repositioned himself, hooking his arms under and around her thighs so she couldn’t squirm out of his grasp and he could still reach up and hold her cheeks apart as he laved his tongue over her ass, pussy, and taint.

She loved it. She’d never felt anything like that before. After a few minutes of that, she felt him press a finger against her rim.

“Relax, baby.” He massaged her, not working inside yet. When he apparently felt she was ready, he sat up and she felt cool lube drizzling between her cheeks. His finger returned, and this time he did start slowly pressing for entrance.

“How’s that feel?”

She buried her face into the pillow, ashamed to admit she loved the sensation. Then she felt the sharp sting of a slap on her ass. She yelped and tried to sit up, but his firm hand between her shoulder blades wouldn’t let her.

“I asked you a question, darlin’. Answer me.”

She felt another flood of juices soak her already wet pussy. “Good,” she whispered.

He rubbed her ass cheek, where he’d smacked her, soothing the residual sting away. “Good girl,” he cooed.

She wondered if he’d be this assertive in bed after he sobered up.

Scratch that, she prayed he’d still be this assertive in bed. She loved it.

Loved him.

Her eyes popped open as the revelation hit home.
I love him.

Then his finger breached her tight ring of muscle, stealing coherent thought from her as he slowly began to fuck her ass with his hand. She ground her hips in time with his movement, earning her a pleased chuckle.

“Such a good girl you are. You want me to fuck this sweet ass, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

He reached up and grabbed her hair, firmly pulling her head up and back so he could look into her face.

“My cock’s the only one to ever fuck you there?”

His intense blue gaze mesmerized her. “Yes!”

He leaned in and kissed her. He owned her, and he knew it.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” he whispered, “that you’re never going to want another cock in you again, you hear me?” He buried his finger even more deeply in her ass, wiggling it around and making her moan.

“Yes!”

“Such a good girl you are,” he cooed. He gently lowered her head to the pillow and released her hair. She felt him withdraw his finger from her ass, add more lube, then start over with two fingers.

“Oh!” She couldn’t think. It felt good and weird and pleasant and nearly painful all at the same time. A pinchy burn as he slowly worked both fingers into her, which gave way to more pleasant sensations once her body grew used to him.

Then she heard the smaller vibrator click on and felt him press it against her cunt. It slid in, and she raised her hips enough he could fully insert it in the right position.

She exploded, screaming into the pillow and trying to fuck his hand and the vibrator at the same time as her world unhinged. It felt like the core of her being had been ripped apart by an explosion she never wanted to end.

He laughed. “Ah, I found what you like, didn’t I? Yes, you just wait, I’m going to turn you into a good little ass slut for me.”

One orgasm rolled into another, and she was barely aware of it when he withdrew his hand and then added a third finger, pressing in. The aching as she stretched to take him triggered yet another orgasm.

She tried to escape him, to get a momentary respite from the intense, relentless pleasure, but he swung around and straddled her waist, pinning her to the bed. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not going anywhere until I say so. I’m not done with you yet.”

She felt him remove his fingers, then add more lube. Then something else, cool and firm and round, pressing against her ass.

The dildo.

“It’s too big,” she tried to protest.

“You want me to stop, it all stops,” he firmly said. “Just say ‘red,’ and I’ll stop everything.”

She fell still.

“Good girl,” he said.

She melted, inside and out, at his pleased tone even as another orgasm made her sob.

“See? You love this. You just needed someone to trust enough to make you lose control.” She felt her face burn as her hips took on a life of their own, trying to fuck his hand and take the dildo in.

He lightly slapped her ass. “Hold still, baby. There will be plenty of time to shake that thing later when it’s my cock going in there…”

She lost track of what he did and said as dizzying pleasure took over. The vibrator wiggling inside her, as well as the little appendage on the front perfectly hitting her clit, in combination with him fucking her with the dildo, took her to the edge and held her there, overloading her senses.

Tate finally pulled out the dildo and switched off the vibrator. He removed it, too. She felt empty as her senses tried to coalesce into something resembling coherency.

She heard him rip open a condom pouch. Then he grabbed her hips and nudged her up onto her knees into the position he wanted her. “Last chance to say no, baby. Tell me what you want.”

She licked he lips. “I want to feel your cock in my ass.”

He feathered his lips down her spine, sending shivers through her. His voice sounded low and throaty, sending more waves of need through her. “I’m going to make you come until I’m ready to stop, baby. I want to feel that sweet virgin ass of yours sucking my cock deep inside you. I’m going to make you realize how good it is to let go to someone else.”

“Yes, please!”

She felt still more cool lube on her ass, then he knelt between her legs and pressed the head of his cock against her loosened rim. “No going back.”

“Do it!”

He slowly pressed forward. She gasped, and he paused, waiting for her to adjust to the sensation. When she relaxed, he continued until his entire cock was buried inside her and she felt his thighs pressing against hers.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed.

She did. Then she heard the Hitachi click on and felt him reach around her waist and press it between her legs.

Her already swollen clit responded as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched and she cried out.

He held her in place with his other hand around her waist. “That’s it,” he grunted. “Let me feel you come for me.”

The pleasure bordered on pain, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, robbing her of all strength. Her body held her prisoner even more than Tate’s reassuring grasp as she trembled in his arms. He pulled the Hitachi away for just a moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath before he firmly pressed it against her pussy again. He did this over and over, softly talking to her, encouraging her to let go for him.

After what felt like forever, he started moving, sliding his cock out until just the head was buried before sinking home again, the pleasure-pain in her ass only intensifying each orgasm until she could do little more than lie there and gasp for air between moans of ecstasy.

He began to thrust faster, harder, deeper. “You’re such a good girl, and such a hot ass, I’m ready to come. Give me one more, baby.”

Her body responded, her fingers clamped around fistfuls of bedding as she moaned into her pillow.

“Good girl.” He shut the Hitachi off, dropped it to the bed, and grabbed her hips. He fucked her hard and fast, his cock swelling and throbbing inside her as she felt him come. He collapsed on top of her, then rolled to his side with his arms around her, his softening member still buried inside her.

She burst into tears.

Immediately, Tate’s voice changed, concerned, back to normal. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Yes!” she wailed, clutching his arms tightly around her, praying he never let go.

She felt his body stiffen, his uncertainty evident. “Are you sure? Did I go too far?”

She vigorously shook her head as she sobbed. “That…was…fantastic!”

He finally relaxed, chuckling a little. “You sure?”

She nodded, tipping her head back so she could kiss him. He responded, gently nibbling on her lips and working his way back to her ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She sniffled as a smile curved her lips. “I love you, too.”

He hugged her tighter, and like that, she crashed into sleep.

* * * *

Tate waited until he knew Harper was sound asleep before carefully pulling out and untangling himself from her. He cleaned up in the bathroom, moved the toys off the bed, then crawled back in next to her.

He’d sobered up, and as Harper rolled against his side, tucking her head in the crook of his arm in her sleep, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep her in his life. He loved Doug, but tonight he’d fully seen the vulnerable side of Harper, the woman who wanted someone to love, to be loved, someone she could trust to let go with.

He would never take that away from her. Not even for Doug.

He would, however, do his best to convince her and Doug that, contract be damned, there was room for three in this relationship.

* * * *

The next morning, he awoke before she did and watched as she stirred, then slowly opened her eyes.

He stroked her cheek and kissed her good morning. “How do you feel?”

She blushed, but nodded.