Embracing the Fall (17 page)

“Okay, I didn’t peek,” Cami said with color high and bright in her cheeks as Evan
wrapped his big strong arms around her. “But that sounded seriously hot, you guys.
Like wow.”

“Look, Cam,” Z gushed, “he brought us flowers. Should we feed him? We could just kick
him back out into the cold, after all he wasn’t even invited.” Cami ooh’d over the
flowers and then stopped with her hands on her hips to glare between the two of them.

“Wait a minute,” she said with a pout on her face that made Z smirk. “Did you hear
her? She is always smarting off to you. How come she’s not the one you call brat?”

Z was curious as to this answer too and looked to Evan with one brow arched as she
waited for what he would say.

“Because her smart ass remarks are all for show and she only pulls them out when I’ve
got her rattled.” He winked at Z when her mouth fell open, but she could think of
nothing to say that wouldn’t prove his point, so she snapped it right back shut.

“Now you, on the other hand, are only sweet and polite when you are thinkin’ too hard
about what is the proper thing to do or say. When your guard is down, sweet brat,
you are a hellion.”

Ziporah laughed so hard that she snorted and that got them all laughing. Evan was
so perceptive, it was scary. That was so exactly spot on for both of them that she
wondered briefly if he had a psych degree.

Cami looked as if she might be considering a comeback, now that the laughter had faded
but then Z remembered, “My rolls!” She thrust her flowers at Cami and dashed to the
kitchen.

“So,” Z heard Cami say, “wanna stay for dinner.” Then after a beat, “And sex?”

Z smiled as warmth filled her from the toes up. “It would be my pleasure, brat,” he
said.

One week later, they were back at Evan’s place. Due to work and circumstances, he
hadn’t been able to get his hands on these ladies for seven days, and the wait had
driven him mad. Thoughts of them both had carried him throughout his days, leaving
him in a constant state of semi-arousal. And visions of them, their bodies, their
smiles, their laughter and their sighs and moans had filled his dreams.

They were in his sex cave, as Cami had taken to calling it, and Evan was basking in
the sight before him. He had both women flat on their backs, side-by-side on his bed
and restrained.

“Are you comfortable, sugar?” Evan asked, as he leaned over and brushed a lock of
hair away from where it was caught in the corner of Z’s lush, open red lips. Her big
brown eyes were a little wild and uncertain as she nodded at him and mumbled a breathy,
“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He kissed her on those juicy lips and moved his attention to Cami. Unlike
Ziporah’s, Cami’s eyes were at half-mast and slumberous. Evan had been brought low
by her reaction to being restrained. Each pass of his rope around her thighs, arms
and waist had sent her deeper and deeper into subspace. She already looked well and
truly fucked and all he’d done so far was tied them up.

He knew the answer, but he asked her anyway. “And how are you, sweet brat? You doin’
okay?” Her answer was more moan and sigh than actual words and it brought a satisfied
warmth to his heart, so he cupped her cheek briefly before standing back to survey
his work.

Evan had decided to bind them together for this session. He had started by having
them sit down close side-by-side on the edge of the bed and hold hands. First thing
he did was wrap his rope around their waists and shoulders, cinching them tightly
together, careful to make sure their breasts were left free for him to play with.

Once they were secure, with arms immobilized, he laid them back and started on their
legs. Evan brought their knees up high against their bodies. He then weaved the rope
in and out of their waist bindings until all their precious parts were open and exposed.
Free and clear for him to play with.

“Ladies.” Evan injected plenty of force behind his voice to make sure they heard him
and registered what he was saying, especially Cami, considering she was already happily
skipping toward subspace. “What is your safe word?”

“T-Rex,” Z answered with a tremor in her voice that was equal parts fear and excitement.
The Dom in him relished the sound. Cami only nodded with a mmm sound, so Evan sharpened
his voice a bit more. “Cami, what is your safe word?” When her next response was the
same, Evan used the riding crop in his hand to deliver a sharp smack right on the
apple of her ass that the position had tilted nicely up for him. The sting of it jolted
her entire body and snapped those sleepy, beautiful eyes wide open. “T-Rex, Sir.”

“That’s more like it, brat.” Evan chuckled as she nodded and licked her lips. If he
knew anything, he knew his little sweet brat was right now thinking up ways to get
herself smacked again from the look on her face.

“There’s something you two should know about me,” Evan said as he started preparing
his tools. “I love to play with my subs,” he told them, plugging in first one Hitachi
wand and then the other. “I love your bodies.” Bending over, he picked up the container
of clothespins he had hidden on the floor by the bed and laid it on Cami’s stomach
right above her belly button. “I love the way you smell.” He leaned over and ran his
nose up the inside of Z’s thigh with a long, exaggerated sniff. “I love the way you
taste.” Just a shift of his head and he sunk his teeth into the flank of Cami’s right
hip. Her delirious moan was like music to him. “I love the way you feel.” His hands
reached forward and he squeezed one small tight perfect breast and one equally perfect
large one. “But most of all ladies, I love the way you respond to me.” He looked first
into Cami’s eyes and then Z’s. “I love the way you come. So that’s what tonight is
going to be about. I want my subs to come for me. I want you to come and come and
come and then come again. I want you to come until you’re both drunk with it. I want
to hear you screaming till your voices crack, and coming on my bed until it’s drenched
in your juices. I’m going to go all night, ladies, and your safe word is the only
thing that’s stopping me.” He picked up a wand in each hand, stood so he was centered
between their bodies and flicked the switches on with his thumbs. As the hum of the
vibrators filled the air he said, “Now let’s begin.”

He placed the large fat balls of the vibrators right on their pussies and held them
there without mercy, even though the women called out in surprise. As the feeling
intensified, they began to try to squirm and move, but he had them hogtied good and
proper and there was nowhere to go. It didn’t surprise Evan at all that Cami was the
first to break. She called out in soft breathy cries as the first climax poured out
of her like a gift. He didn’t remove the ball from her but he did move it down a little
so it wasn’t direct stimulation in order to give her space to recover.

Ziporah wasn’t far behind Cami and in moments, her own cries were filling the air.
She came with tiny jerks of her torso that made her small breasts wobble enticingly
and Evan leaned between her legs to suckle them in appreciation.

Now that they had both been warmed up, so to speak, Evan turned and reached for the
stands he had waiting behind him. They were custom-made stands just for this purpose.
Similar to a microphone stand they held toys like these wands and were adjustable
in so many delightful and practical ways. Evan first attached Cami’s wand and adjusted
the stand until it was directly where he needed it to be. Judging from the look on
Ziporah’s face, she had had enough time to recover now, so he next adjusted her wand
and stand.

With a smile that felt just a little bit mean, he reached for the toys and upped the
speed a notch. Their gasps were a harmony of delight. While his girls were panting
and letting out whimpers of pleasure, Evan reached for the clothespins.

“You both have such lovely breasts. Perfect specimens for each taste.” He leaned over
Ziporah first and nuzzled along her left breast, kissing the soft underside around
the sensitive area where breast and underarm met, noticing that she was a little bit
ticklish.

“Z here, so perky and firm. A man can fit this whole lovely plum right in his mouth
all at once.” And that’s just what Evan did. He opened wide and sucked her in, tonguing
the hard-tipped morsel of her nipple. His mouth was too full to smile as she cried
out and trembled for him, but the smile was there anyway. He lifted up his head just
enough to give it a couple firm tugs with his teeth and flicks of his tongue.

When he opened his eyes, it was to see Cami watching him with a look of rapture on
her face. God, it turned him on so much that she was a voyeur. That she loved watching
was like adding a decadent dessert to a meal that was already a feast. He straightened
and looked Ziporah in the eye. “Brace yourself, sugar.” Evan brushed the clothespin
teasingly back and forth across the wet, waiting nipple, then slid it over and gently
clasped the edge of the breast where the armpit flowed gracefully into breast.

He walked over to Cami next and with one hand he cupped and massaged her left breast,
while he reached his other hand back into the bucket. “And these beauties,” Evan said
with a pleased rumble in his voice, “are the other side of perfection; for when a
man wants to gorge himself.” And Evan did just that. He feasted, licking and sucking
and biting his way over every inch of that generous and glorious flesh. When he pulled
his mouth away, the entire mound was bright pink from his attention and the nipple
was a hard rosy red. Just like on Z, he put the first clip where the breast formed
at the edge of her chest. Then dipping back into the bucket, he fished out another
pin and added it right next to the first.

Back and forth he went, lavishing kisses and suckling bites on both of them until
the clothespins lined across their chests like a picket fence on a sandy beach. Meanwhile,
those wands had continued to hum and buzz against pussies that had become completely
soaked.

“Damn,” Evan exclaimed when he stepped back to look at his handy work. “If this isn’t
the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen. Fuck. You ladies floor me.” He leaned
over and kissed first Z and then Cami, full, wet, tongue-thrusting kisses that made
all three of them groan and hunger for more.

Evan stood back up and reached for two more clothespins. “You get to go first this
time, sweet brat.” Moving the wand temporarily out of his way, Evan gently grasped
one of her swollen pussy lips and used the clothespin on it to hold it back and out
of the way. He did the same to the other side and now her clit was vulnerable and
exposed. The pins had only moderate tension in their springs, but Evan still took
the time to make sure they weren’t pinching.

“Okay, sugar, your turn, brace yourself.” Evan repeated the same steps on Z’s tender
labia that he had on Cami and then moved back. Taking up the wands in each of his
hands, Evan spread his stance and braced his weight forward as though getting ready
to charge into battle.

Slowly, with his eyes glued to the women bound and helpless before him, Evan lowered
the bright colored rubber balls onto the flesh he had uncovered. Their screams were
electric and poured into his body like a life-giving force. Neither of them could
move, trapped in their bindings and helpless to do anything but take what he gave
them, and he reveled in it.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Please, please, please, oh
please
! Oh God–” Z was screaming as her head thrashed back and forth and her feet pin wheeled,
the only parts of her body that had freedom of movement, as the climax barreled down
on her. Evan pushed just a fraction harder on her wand and rumbled out, “My name.”
He snarled in savage passion, “is not God, sub. Say
my
name.” Then he turned up the speed on her wand and Ziporah lost her fucking mind.
She came with a wail that reverberated off the walls and into his very soul. It went
on and on. Christ, but she was beautiful in her passion.

“Oh
fuck
!” Cami’s shout was so guttural the two words had at least a dozen syllables as her
climax blasted into her. She groaned and arched her head back as far as her neck would
allow and Evan could see every muscle in her body straining as it was caught in the
throes of ecstasy. “Oh my God! Oh my God,
please
! It won’t, it won’t, it won–” Cami’s body gave a mighty heave that jerked both her
and Z. “Stop! Oh God, Sir, it won’t stop.” Her honey-blonde hair was a whirlwind around
her face as she tried to thrash. “Coming. I’m still com-m-m-ming.”

The groans and shouts she was making were driving Evan mad. There was a hunger inside
him that could only be fed by this.
By them
. These two stunning women who laid themselves out bare for him. Who offered him everything.
“Don’t stop,” he warned her in a voice he barely recognized. “Don’t you dare fucking
stop.” Then he upped the speed even more.

Evan crouched down so he was eye level with what he was doing. He pressed for more
from Cami even as he pulled back a little for Z. After an eternity, Cami’s pleas dissolved
into a scream of mindlessness and her body poured forth of rush of fluid as a brilliant
orgasm washed through her and soaked the bed.