Naughty Wishes 4: Soul (10 page)

Geoff wrested a feminine grunt from her with each blow, and she pulled against her bonds, lifting up for more. She clung hungrily to what Chris was doing. Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples tight peaks below the press of the side piece of the bench. Her entire body was tingling, and her heart was so full of emotions she was afraid it might break her ribs. When Chris paused again, studying her, she realized tears had spilled from her eyes, and her lips were drawn back in a grimace of total frustration. Oh God, how could she want and not want something so aggressively at the same time, so it felt like she was in danger of being ripped apart?

Chris pushed his cock back into his pants, zipped them and dropped to his heels, fingers tented on the ground, his face close. She let out a strangled noise as the spatula landed again, vibrating through every needy nerve. Chris traced the tracks of her tears, and she burrowed her cheek into his hand, kissing, biting. With each hit, an excruciating arrow of arousal stabbed between her legs, all her limbs stretched and straining, her stomach muscles quivering. Yet maybe because of how Chris was touching her face, on the next blow, what was pressing inside her rib cage cracked through.

Physical desire was yanked back to a place where it hummed and heated, while her emotions shot her to another kind of precipice.

“Please . . .” She wailed it, and Geoff hit her again.

“Please what, Samantha Beth?”

“I’m sorry. I won’t tease my Masters again. Not like that.”

“It’s impossible for you not to tease your Masters. Your very scent teases us, the way your body moves, the parting of your lips when you talk, the hint of your tongue. Chris is even now imagining it curling around his cock, while all I want to do is take mine out and shove it into this wet, pink cunt of yours.”

“Please . . .” She would endure any amount of strikes from whatever horrible thing he was using for that.

“That’s what you want us to do? Even though I said we weren’t going to do that for the next few days?”

She shook her head, then nodded, and then started crying in earnest. There it was. The dam breaking. The erotic intensity of the moment was a contrasting rush of fire.

“But I want you both so much, all the time,” she sobbed. “I can’t stop. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I have you, and . . . it’s never enough . . . I need you so much and I don’t know how to be kind, or smart, or slow, or right about it . . . I’m scared . . . scared it’s going to be gone before I can hold on to it. I don’t care how much it hurts, or how right or wrong it is . . . ever . . . just please . . .”

The incomprehensible words came so fast she started choking on them, her head pounding with the force of her emotions, her fingers clawing for purchase on something, anything. She’d been given a gift so large, she hadn’t known what to do with it or where to start, only that she wanted to claw her way to the center of it and never come out.

Ever since the very first moment she’d met them, it had been here, waiting, deep inside her soul. These were the two men who would love her in the for-a-lifetime way she needed and wanted. It was such an incomprehensible treasure that, only by burrowing as deep inside that love as she could, would she feel safe and balanced with it. If she stayed on the periphery, gave herself a respite from the feeling, she feared she’d accidentally wander outside that boundary. It would slip away and leave her, a dream gone in a blink, too good to be true. Being captured and bound by these two was the security blanket she wanted, now and forever. But it wasn’t the restraints that held her; it was the two men themselves.

As if emphasizing that, Chris released the strap behind her neck and her wrist cuffs, while Geoff did the same to her ankles. “No . . . don’t. I can . . .”

“Hush. It’s all right. You got to the bottom of it, Sam. It’s all good.” When Geoff straightened her with a steadying hand on her elbow, she burrowed into his body, curling up against him. He lifted her in his arms. “Here you go, baby. We’ve got you. We’re here. Punishment’s done. All done.”

He carried her out of the humid garage back into the house. Down the hall and into his bedroom. When he pulled back the covers to slide her into the bed, Chris had stripped off his shirt and was getting into the other side in pants alone, so Geoff put her directly into his arms. Geoff removed his own shirt and joined them, the two men holding her so closely they had to have their hands on each other. Their solid bodies offered her warmth and reassurance, as did the low words they spoke to her as she cried. Geoff shifted to run his fingers over Chris’s hair and shoulder, another reassurance. He would need to know that they hadn’t done anything wrong.

Far from it. As things quieted enough inside her that she could draw an even breath and speak through her sniffles, she had her hands wrapped over Chris’s hand where it curled against her breasts. Her lower body, her sore ass, was pressed into the cradle of Geoff’s thighs and pelvis.

“I’ve seen that kind of breakdown happen when I was with Flo, at parties, but I’ve never experienced it,” she said at last. Her voice was thick, raspy. Her skin was vibrating wherever either of them touched her. “I didn’t realize how much I needed it until it happened.”

“It was a little scary,” Chris said, studying her closely. “But okay, too. Good. It was as if you opened yourself up all the way to the soul or something. The scary part was seeing how vulnerable you were.”

“But the two of you took me to shelter.” She managed a soft smile that made her heart hurt in the right ways. “I don’t think I could want to be anywhere as much as I want to be where I am now.” She tipped her head back onto Geoff’s shoulder. “How did you know? Did you see it happen at a club or party?”

He shook his head. “I heard stories about it from other Doms, because that kind of thing is more of a one-on-one, private scene kind of thing. They told me when a sub compresses emotions like that, such that she or he can’t figure out what’s going on enough even to talk about it, you have to know the best approach to crack them open. Sometimes it’s to take them to climax. Sometimes it’s this, the punishment thing. But a lot of it was just knowing. Feeling it. Reading your cues, the challenges. Some of the response, I thought through. But some of it was just instinct. Which was why it was a little unnerving. I’m sorry if I pushed too hard, Sam, too fast.”

“You didn’t. I don’t think you did. Is it okay . . . Can I touch you?”

In answer, he curled his fingers around her wrist and drew her hand up to his face, letting her slide her fingertips along it as she wished. Geoff was an awesome lawyer because he knew how to project confidence in court and bullshit when needed to bluff his way into the right decision, but when he made a mistake, he learned from it. It was more important to him to actually be right than to appear to be right, especially when it truly mattered. And she mattered to him.

As much as she loved his stern Dom side, seeing the worry in his eyes now, him wanting to be sure she truly was okay, made her love the man even more. She shifted partly to her back, her shoulder pressing into Chris’s chest, her hand resting on Geoff’s hip, fingers curling in the pocket of his jeans to give each of them a shy caress.

“I know it’s not a good idea for us to be having wild monkey sex every hour we’re together, but what I really, really need right now, if you’re both willing to do it and think it’s okay . . .” She took a breath. “I’d like to feel each of you inside me, on top of me, one at a time. I’d like for you each to come, because I want you both . . . to leave part of yourself inside me, if that makes sense. I won’t be upset if you say no, but will you consider it?”

Geoff glanced over her head at Chris. Whatever he saw decided it. He brought her fingers up to his mouth to kiss them, telling her they were going to agree to her request. She sighed in relief and quiet joy. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Geoff squeezed her hand and left the bed to strip off the remainder of his clothes. She absorbed the lean strength and grace of his body as he set jeans and underwear aside. He came back under the covers to hold her against his warmth, Chris waiting on him to do that before sliding out of the bed and undressing. She wasn’t left without the warmth of one of their bodies for even a second.

As Geoff pushed her onto her back, Chris stretched out next to her on his hip, head propped on his hand as he watched. His bare foot slid against hers under the covers before he made way for Geoff. A hundred emotions and physical sensations rolled through her as Geoff moved on top of her, her thighs adjusting to cradle him between her legs. Reaching down, he teased the wetness, making sure she was ready for him, then he slid an arm around her waist, holding her steady as he guided himself into her. Slow and gentle, to the hilt. Chris leaned in, nuzzling her temple. His hand moved under the covers, sliding along Geoff’s back, she thought, establishing connection as Geoff began to move, a slow rhythm that dissolved her into pure pleasure.

“Kiss him, Sam,” Geoff murmured. It was natural as breathing to turn her face toward Chris, his hand coming back to capture her jaw, caress her throat. As he sipped from her lips, Geoff bent to nuzzle her breast. He began to suckle, and reaction spiraled down to her womb. She was going to climax from this, from both of them. That hadn’t been her primary goal, but still, it fit the moment.

“Yours,” she whispered, looking between them. “I’m yours. And I’m still sorry.”

“You’re forgiven for everything you could ever do to us, now and forever.” Chris spoke against her ear. That brought more tears squeezing from her eyes, but Chris caught them with his lips. Geoff began to release in an intense, nearly motionless way, the climax flooding her pussy so that she moaned and arched up into his body. She tried her best to keep things easy, slow, to honor the spirit of her request. As such, her own climax, following right on the heels of his, had a different power to it, one that gripped and rolled her, made her light-headed and euphoric at once. By the time they’d both given her the gift of their seed inside her, she expected she might be little more than a boneless vessel of gratitude and love.

Geoff bent, kissing her, and she wound her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him and deepening the kiss, trying to express everything she was feeling in the one gesture. When he at last drew back, his eyes were alive with the aftereffects of his release, yet also molten with a contentment she wasn’t sure she’d ever remembered seeing there before. It was as if he knew, as she did, they were standing at the doorway of the kind of happiness people always hoped to find but most never did.

As he slid from her, he trailed his lips over her sternum, each breast. He made her squirm and smile as he kissed her navel, tugging on the piercing there. She drew in a shuddering breath as he closed his mouth on her pussy, giving the petals a few soft, swirling licks and a gentle kiss, before he moved away and slid to his hip on the other side of her, his gaze now fixed on Chris.

Chris leaned over her, his broad shoulder the perfect spot to rest her hand as he kissed her deep, long. He didn’t move to cover her body with his own until she thought she was floating on a cloud, captured by that kiss, held there spinning and drifting. When he did, her arms slid around him, legs curling up over his hips like she had Geoff’s. As always, the enchanting differences of their body types filled her senses to overflowing. Chris slid into her, again slow and measured. He lifted his head and watched her face, his brown eyes serious.

“You tell me to stop if it hurts,” he said.

The tissues in that area were remarkably resilient. Even the soreness of the past weekend had passed relatively quickly, the muscle aches the only thing lingering, a welcome reminder of the exertion.

She pressed her face into Chris’s neck when he curled his arms around her head and held her even closer. Her hips tilted up to the smooth motion of his body, like the rock of a boat. “It’s nice this way,” he said. She agreed. It was nice every way, but this, no urgency, every move flavored by love and care, was the most unforgettable experience yet. Since all of their joinings had been pretty amazing, that was saying something.

Geoff’s hand slid down Chris’s torso, passing over the arms she had clasped around Chris’s back and waist. She imagined Geoff stroking Chris’s buttocks as the muscles in them tensed and released with his slow thrusts inside her. Chris’s eyes were on her and Geoff’s were on both of them. He leaned in, gave her a kiss as Chris had done when Geoff had been inside of her, connecting the three of them. His hand overlapped Chris’s by her head and for a brief moment the men’s hands tangled, tightened, sending a message between them that felt like it included her. She pressed her head against their joined hands and breathed their names.

When Chris started to come, Geoff’s biceps flexed. She suspected he’d tightened his grip on Chris’s ass, encouraging his release, experiencing it with the two of them. She shuddered in Chris’s arms, riding the aftershocks from her last climax spurred back to life by his response. Her soft cries died into a contented purr as Chris slowly came down. She turned her cheek to the men’s joined hands again, putting her lips against their intertwined fingers.

“I love you,” she said.

Some things didn’t need more than those three words to say it all.

***

“I love you both. I really do. But I swear to God, the way you drag your asses when we’re leaving for a trip makes me want to kill you.” Sam put her hands on her hips and glared at Geoff.

“Did you know, if you’re murdered, there’s a fifty-fifty chance the perp will be someone you love, or who thinks they love you? So love is as much a source of violence as hate. Something to ponder.” Geoff scrolled through the messages on his phone. Again. Seeing Sam’s ominous look, he tucked the device away and held up his hands, backpedaling toward his room with a grin. “Getting my stuff now.”

“If either of you did the driving on trips, you’d be a lot more concerned about getting out of town before Friday rush hour,” she muttered.

“Driving is your choice,” Chris pointed out. He passed Geoff in the hallway, a friendly brush of bodies, and dropped his duffel on the kitchen floor. “Geoff’s road rage breaks you out in hives and my lack of attention gives you a nervous breakdown. Want to check and make sure I brought enough underwear and my toothbrush, Mom?”