Naughty Wishes Part II (16 page)

She bit back a half laugh and a desperate protest that bordered on a shriek
as he withdrew from her, but he dropped to a knee and framed her breasts in his hands, pressing the rope around them as he took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. She shrieked in earnest now, writhing as much as her bonds allowed. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and she was lost in a swirl of shadows, heat and candlelight, the twig-shaped butterflies and birds flitting across her vision.

He took his time, moving from one to the other, until her mind was breaking up like radio static, only fragments of words getting through. Never. Need. Love. Help. God. The restraints added to it in a way she couldn’t explain. The more helpless she was to what he was doing to her, the more she felt like she was flying, all while still holding on to him with every shred of her heart.

Coming back to his feet, he reached though the ropes to grip her hair, the back of her neck, holding her head in that tipped-back position. When he shoved back into her with force, anything else she could hope to hold on to, beyond him, was lost. He covered her mouth with his, kissed her with all-consuming purpose. His cock created erotic friction, inside and out, and everything started to spiral up, fast. She could barely get the words out. “Chris, I’m so close . . .”

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, using the force of his hips and the band of his arm to maintain the momentum and power of his thrusts. Her mind shattered, carried away by the birds and butterflies. Her lips drew back in a near snarl. “Oh God . . . please . . . Chris . . .”

“Come, Sam. Come now, for us.”

She had no choice. The position, the psychological impact of the rope, the friction of Chris’s cock inside her, shot her off the edge, into the type of climax that was a searing knife edge, far into a realm where she’d never stop wanting or
needing them to take her like this, in a dozen different ways. She screamed like a banshee, but Chris covered her mouth with his, probably saving them from a 911 call by the neighbors. She might need an emergency call, though, because the climax felt like it was pulling her apart, tearing everything loose and leaving her in a web of ropes that she never wanted to leave, even as she longed to wrap herself around him and never let go.

He came then as well, grunting hard, his brow pressed against her temple, the hammock jerking with the impact of their bodies. He held her tight through his release, and she felt so full of everything that made sense, everything that she could want.

“Chris . . . Chris . . .” She was panting his name.

“I’m here. It’s all right, baby. I’m here.” As he held her close, she thought his legs were shaking, but she knew he wouldn’t leave her without his warmth and strength. His hand slid around to her rim and teased her there, two fingers sliding in slowly, her tissues contracting over them. The aftershock, as strong as a miniclimax, had her bound arms straining as she tried to hold onto something, a plaintive cry tearing from her throat.

“You know he’d want to have the last word,” Chris said, making her choke on a laugh even through the tide of feeling.

“Oh God . . . Chris.”

He pressed even closer. Her fingers could touch his thighs. “I’m here. Let’s get you out of this.”

He unhooked the end of the hammock and shepherded her carefully out of
the ropes, shifting and supporting her body to take her down to his mattress on the floor. He joined her there, wrapping himself around her and pulling a blanket around them both. It was only when they were in that position she realized why he was suddenly being so protective. More than usual, that is.

As the climax had ebbed away, she’d begun to shake again, so hard that her teeth were actually chattering. He held her, rubbed her over the blanket, kissed her brow, her mouth, put his bare leg over her hip, surrounding her. “It’s all right. Geoff said this kind of thing happens. You’re fine. Just nod if you agree with me.”

The concern in his voice recalled her enough she managed a quick nod. Subspace. This was like subspace. She’d felt the promising hints of it with Geoff, but the deeper the three of them moved into this, she suspected the more likely it was to happen. Flo had said some subs never really got there because it was a combination of triggers, and had a lot to do with the relationship between Dom and sub, how deep it was, how much the Dom understood about the sub. Sam didn’t think anyone in the world had ever understood her the way these two did.

“Okay. Just relax. Easy there.” He kept rocking her until she evened out, came back to reality. When she at last nuzzled his throat with her lips, he let out a relieved sigh. He had been worried. She loved him for that, as well as a million other things.

“You’ve never called me
baby
before today.” Her voice was raspy.

“Yeah. I get mushy after sex. It’s like the
I love you, man
beer buzz.” He smiled against her brow.

“That was . . . amazing. In every way.”

“Mmm. Same goes.” His hand slid down her spine, fingers tracing the valley to the seam of her buttocks, playing there. “I think I’m warming up to the idea of spanking you, Sam.”

The unexpected segue gave her a hitch. Not an unwelcome one.

“I thought I should tell you,” he said. “In case I gave you the wrong idea about that earlier.”

“You seemed . . . averse to it then.”

“Yeah. I know what Geoff is, and I’ve thought about the things he might do with women, but for some reason I’d never applied those things to you. And when I did, at first, it felt wrong. Maybe because I wasn’t entirely on board with Geoff’s preferences. Yet, it’s like I said. Watching how you respond, and finally turning the mirror on myself, thinking about it . . .” He gave a half chuckle. “I had this really hot dream the other morning.”

Curling her fingers in his chest hair, she smiled against his flesh. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kept up that tantalizing rubbing motion over her ass, grazing her upper thighs and returning to her lower back.

“We were in the kitchen, and you dropped a plate. You said you were sorry and were all blushing and upset about it. I told you I’d fix it before Geoff found out, but first you had to drop your panties and bend over, because you’d been a bad girl.”

He shifted, a sheepish note entering his voice. “Sounds kind of silly, but it was a dream. I couldn’t control it.”

“It doesn’t sound silly.” Far from it. “If it was never your thing, I was okay with that. Totally okay. But if you are . . . I have thought about you doing something like that as well.”

“Oh yeah?” When he raised his head so he could look down at her, she tucked her head farther under his chin, making him chuckle. “So now
you’re
going to be the shy one.”

“Well, it’s easier to talk about it when I’m not looking right at you.”

“Okay.” He rubbed her back some more. “So how have you imagined it?”

“Which version?” she asked, and earned another laugh.

“Tell me a current favorite.”

“Well, with Geoff, I imagine a cause, kind of like how you did. I do something ‘accidentally’ to piss him off and he decides to punish me. He has this way about him . . . It makes me want to play it out like that.” She paused. Men tended to be competitive, and she didn’t want to imply that because Geoff brought out different feelings in her, they were somehow better than what Chris could inspire. But she realized she had to proceed under the assumption the men wouldn’t compete that way. Because if they did, this wasn’t going to work, was it? She’d be exhausted by keeping the balance.

Since Chris kept touching her and listening as if he’d had none of those disquieting thoughts, it reassured her. She took a breath. “You’re different. You’d do it just because you want to do it, and that’s what would get me all . . . worked up.”

He put a hand beneath the seam of her buttocks to probe between her legs. They loosened and she purred helplessly as he played in the residual dampness of
her climax and his.

“Tell me more,” he said in a low rumble. Close enough to a command to give her another shiver. His other arm tightened around her.

“We’re out in the yard, and you’re raking. I’m planting some flowers. I go into the garden shed to get something and, when I turn, you’re standing there, blocking the door. I have a pitcher of water, and you tell me to pour you a glass. When I do, you drink it and I watch the beads of water gather on the glass and drip against your body, because you’re shirtless.”

“Of course. Voyeur.”

She smiled at that, pushed at him. “Can’t help that you and Geoff are both such hot, sexy guys.”

Chris snorted. He didn’t see himself that way. He’d probably say Geoff was the pretty one, but both her men were beautiful.

“So I’m leaning in the doorway, guzzling water.”

“Drinking water. This is my fantasy,” she reminded him primly. “But when you put down the glass, you’re looking at me in a way that gets me all nervous, but excited, too. Like you did when we were sitting in the front room, before you took me in here.” She paused. “What were you thinking then? No editing. Your words, your fantasy.”

“I was thinking I needed and wanted you so badly, in so many ways, I almost couldn’t trust myself to touch you, for fear I’d just rip you open to take and take and take.”

He banded both arms around her again, holding her closer. “You’re trembling again.”

“The good kind.”

“Okay.” But he still rocked her, rubbed her soothingly. “I want to hear more about your fantasy. Keep talking, Sam.”

“Okay . . . You set the glass aside, step forward, and grip my wrist. You sit down on that old decrepit stool we keep in there and pull me down over your knee. You don’t say anything. You’re just rubbing my ass, like you’re staring at it, thinking all sorts of thoughts you won’t share with me. Then you start spanking me. Light at first, then harder, stinging slaps that have me struggling, but you hold me down until you’re done. You make me straddle your lap and kiss me. While you kiss me, you grip my backside in both hands, kind of hard so I can feel the spanking. After this endless kiss, when I can feel how hard you are, you push me gently off your lap, pat my ass and leave the shed. You go back to raking.”

“So I’m an idiot in your dream?”

She giggled. “It’s part of the charge. The way you do it, just because you wanted to do it, and then you go back to work, because you know whenever you’re ready to . . . have me, I’ll be ready for you. Because you know making me wait makes me crazier . . . and happier, all at once.”

After that earth-shattering climax, she wasn’t ready for another round yet, but calling her fantasy to life for Chris sent questing tendrils through her lower vitals, a promise that she could revive more quickly than expected.

He twisted a piece of her hair around his finger. “In my version, I’d make you
take off your jeans and put you on my cock right then and there, with your ass still smarting. Because if my dick was hard and you’re ours, I’d want you to know I expect you to take care of it then and there. That I’m not willing to wait another second to fuck you.”

“Oh.” She drew an unsteady breath. “Well, that works, too.”

His lips pulled into a smile against her temple. “So what you’re telling me is these fantasies of yours can be somewhat flexible?”

“Yes. For certain. Because when it’s our fantasy, it can go in a lot more directions than when it’s just mine.”

“Got it.” He pressed a kiss to her brow. “Okay, no more right now. My mindless dick is trying to flail back to life. It doesn’t realize it needs a little longer recuperation time to keep from embarrassing itself. Don’t snicker.”

“I would never snicker.”

“Uh-huh.”

They were silent for a few moments, a companionable stillness. He caressed her hair, continued the stroke down her back and returned to her nape to repeat the motion, slow, methodical sweeps that helped her ease back from the pull of their shared fantasies and turn her mind to her own necessary recuperation time. She’d never needed sleep after sex. Like most of her gender, sex usually energized her, but apparently the emotional demands of her submissive desires were more capable of stealing her energy. A drifting postcoital doze sounded entirely appealing.

Her body was starting to melt into the angles of his, into the cradle of the mattress, when he spoke again. “We can move to your bed if you’re more comfortable
there.”

“Your scent is on the sheets and mattress. You’re all around me. I like that.”

He went quiet, but his arms constricted around her, almost taking her ability to breathe, but she didn’t mind. Snippets of everything they’d just shared drifted through her mind, and she wondered how long he’d been lonely, wanting this from her. From her and Geoff. Her heart broke a little, even as it also swelled with the potential for a happiness greater than she’d ever imagined. She tried to push away the thought that it was from great heights that great falls happened. She had two wonderful men who would catch her. But could they catch Chris, a big man with an even bigger heart, if he needed it?

*   *   *

Chris was a deep sleeper. Being sheltered in that subterranean repose had a restful effect on her, such that she stirred in the small hours of the morning without alarm, a slow slide into wakefulness that was filled with contentment. She blinked, her eyes growing accustomed to the shapes around her. Some of the candles were still lit. Since Chris’s door was open, she knew Geoff was home, because his bedroom lamp was spilling dim light into the hallway. Which allowed her to see Geoff himself, standing in Chris’s doorway.

He was leaning against the frame and, though he was silhouetted, she thought he was simply watching them. She’d turned on her opposite side in her sleep and Chris was spooned around her, arms folded over her waist and chest, holding her securely, but she was able to lift a hand, flutter her fingers in a gesture of silent greeting.

Geoff lifted his hand in answer, but then he straightened and pulled the door to a crack, hiding him from her view. She heard his soft footfalls return to his room and, a few minutes later, his light was doused.

She closed her eyes, drifted again. When she next woke, she estimated it was about forty-five minutes later. Her mind had been working while she slept, apparently, because she was wide-awake, with a clear purpose.