Near Perfection [Aspire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

The Club scene didn’t lend itself to casual dating and really getting to know someone like Warren, and conversely, she hadn’t been able to afford a lot of time in having him come to know her. She had taken her courage in both hands and made the leap into a D/s relationship with him and truly thought it had been the best thing to do at the time. She still did, although those parts of her that she quashed sometimes longed for someone to tease and squabble with, and have fun with.

Warren was a ruthless and wealthy businessman. He had inherited the business from his father, just as he had inherited considerable wealth and the family home. He was an only child, and Haley thought that was a shame. Siblings might have softened Warren. Haley’s mom had died from cancer two years ago, and only the connection, albeit a long distance one, with her sister Iris had made life bearable then. That and her obsession with Warren. It had given her hope as well. Warren came across as a cold and distant person, but Haley believed, with all her heart, that a kind, loving man lived inside that exterior. She had seen glimpses of him when he wasn’t being the person he thought he should project. He was such a complex man, and at times a total contradiction, even if he wasn’t aware of it. Haley’s continuing mission in life had been the study of Warren, after all. But that night with Gordon changed it. Haley didn’t know exactly how things had changed, but she had felt it, even if she denied it to herself at the time. And Warren had felt it, too.

Their anniversary evening had started out positively. Their Club friends and acquaintances were in attendance, the food and drink tasteful, and the atmosphere warm and welcoming. When everyone had begun to file down to the dungeon, Haley had successfully fought nerves and assumed her “for Warren” personality in totality. Gordon had prepared her, and she had appreciated his firm, compassionate approach. His nearness had also excited her, and she remembered now that she really hadn’t wanted Warren to know.

“Remove your clothing, Haley,” Gordon ordered. “Place it on the table beside me.”

Haley complied and stood tall for his perusal. He smiled at her and stroked the back of his hand across her cheek. His erection bulged the front of his leathers, and his massive chest shone with the sweat of arousal.

“I am honored that Warren is sharing with me, little one,” he said. “Although I am surprised you allow it.”

Haley fought the sudden twitch of anxiety and managed to reply. “Warren knows best, Sir. And I want what he wants.” That somehow sounded gutless to her, even in her sub role, and she looked away from Gordon, afraid he would read her thoughts.

Gordon put his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. “You have never been shared, Haley. Be certain this is what you want. Warren will accept it if you refuse.”

Haley wasn’t so sure. Warren had always shared, and often at the Club, yet he hadn’t expected it of her. He seemed content being alone with her, but she dared not risk it. This was a one-time deal, she assured herself, and she would do it for him. She would do anything for Warren. Besides, Gordon’s proximity was making her pussy tingle and weep. Haley fought that feeling. She should have eyes only for Warren.

“I want what my Master wants, Sir.”

Gordon shrugged and released her chin. “You must know him better than I.”

Haley wondered at that statement, but he was already leading her to the cross, where the rest of the members stood around to witness the event. It was their first anniversary, an important event to mark, and Haley now wasn’t as certain.

Gordon carefully restrained her wrists first, wide apart on the top of the frame, checking that she was secure without the straps being too tight and that there was enough length to the bindings for her to wrap her hands around and hold if she needed to. He then secured her ankles, effectively stretching her up and out like a sacrifice. The leather strap around her waist helped to take up most of the strain, and Haley forced herself to relax.

She was totally comfortable in her own skin, having spent so much time in the Club. Not every member was firm-bodied and supple any longer, but that hadn’t changed their needs and the perception of their partners, as far as she knew. Haley knew that Warren loved her shape but believed that he would be content with her as she aged. She had that much faith in him. It wasn’t a change in body type or loss of youth that would spook Warren and make him sever ties. It was his fear of commitment and all that entailed.

Gordon sucked first one nipple, then the other, into elongated points before attaching the serrated clamps. Haley hissed and arched into the pain until it arrowed down her pelvis and settled in the plump saddle between her legs. Gordon laved both tender tips, and the coolness as they dried both comforted and aroused her. He truly had her pleasure at heart, and she closed her eyes and didn’t worry. The feel of the lube at her anus elicited no motion from her, and even his careful insertion of one thick digit and then another didn’t cause her to flinch. She felt him stretch her and welcomed it. Warren wasn’t gentle when it came to anal sex. It was more like an act of claiming for him, and one that he reserved for occasions when he was emotionally high, and she revelled in what it meant to him. If Gordon fucked her pussy, then there would be precious little room. She knew her pussy was wet, particularly well lubricated. Gordon knew it, too, and for a moment she worried what Warren would think. But when the blindfold settled over her eyes, she was ready and waiting with anticipation.

The single tail whistled behind her, and Haley felt it whisper across her back, high up near her shoulders. Again and again it fell, never in the same place twice. Warren was an expert, and he could pinken her skin from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her thighs and between them, perhaps even striping her breasts and belly if he wasn’t driven to fuck her before then. Haley slipped away by the time the lash fell on her buttocks, alive in another realm. She came back at some point when the nipple clamps were popped off, and a tiny moan escaped her and her pussy gushed as she had a small orgasm, just from the stimulation. Then a hard, hot body covered her back, and all the whipped nerve endings fairly screamed at the additional touch. The velvety feel of a lubricated cock poked between her buttocks and pressed against her anus. Warren.

His hands slid to cover her breasts, the abused nubs responding to the contact. He pushed hard and thrust past her sphincter, opening her without mercy, and she screamed at the invasion, the bite of pain receding before the pleasure as all the nerve endings inside her awoke against the scrape of his iron length.

“Gordon wants to fuck you, sweetheart.” Warren’s voice rasped in her ear. The height of the cross was perfect for him to impale her from behind while Gordon took position in front.

Haley gasped her response. “Whatever you want, Master.”

Warren bit down on her shoulder, and Haley, even in her present state of mind, wondered at what almost seemed to be a display of anger. She didn’t have time to process it though because Gordon pressed against her and spread her folds to find her opening. He pushed his latex covered cock into her in increments, battling for space against Warren. Warren must have insisted that Gordon use a condom, although Haley was on birth control because he didn’t like anything between them. Haley was glad she had the blindfold, for her eyes immediately filled with tears, and she didn’t know if she could pass them off as passion. She was feeling confused, even in the midst of the scene. She should only want Warren, and yet having Gordon, too, felt so right. She gave herself over to the sensations.

Gordon and Warren thrust in concert against one another, and the very air around her was full of heat and lust. Haley could hear their deep male groans and the murmurs of the crowd in some tiny part of her brain, and her own cries increased as she was stretched beyond belief and her orgasm beckoned. She could feel both men alternately, deep inside her, separated as they were by such a thin membrane. Gordon held her by her waist, his large hands warm and gentle. Warren’s grip on her hips was hard, keeping her grounded. The stretching of her body pushed her faster toward climax, and suddenly Haley found her release. Mostly it was because Warren was part of this, but Gordon had seemed intent on seeing to her pleasure. More so than Warren, who hammered in and out of her, pulling right out at one point to forge in past her closing rectum. She went over again when Gordon came, and it seemed as if Warren allowed himself to climax only then. Haley felt the heat of his ejaculate deep inside her bowels. Haley slumped, and for the first time felt the drag on her wrists. Gordon must have known it, too, for he quickly released her binds, pressing a kiss on each chafed extremity, while Warren supported her weight. Warren excluded Gordon from the aftercare, and in that moment, Haley believed all was right with her world.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Warren had asked as he carried her to the shower room.

Haley simply moaned against his shoulder, too tired to take stock. She relished Warren’s tenderness as he bathed her after inspecting her for any possible injury from the lashing he had given her. Of course, there was nothing aside from a few raised welts on the more sensitive parts of her anatomy, and they would be gone by morning. Haley had been correct to trust his expertise. Warren rubbed cream gently on her nipples and on her anus, pressing kisses on each buttock after he did so. He patted her pussy dry carefully.

“Are you sore here?” he asked. “Was Gordon rough? Were we too much for you?”

Haley shook her head. “I’m fine, Warren, honestly.” She hesitated, wanting to ask him if this was a one-off, but the moment passed as he stood to dry himself. Was it her imagination, or did he seem regretful? Quite suddenly, he seemed to pull away from her, emotionally.

He helped her into her clothes and took her home. They slept in one another’s arms, and Haley wanted to believe all was well. Except Warren built more distance between them each and every day after that night. He worked longer hours and found reasons to miss dinner, then left before breakfast twice the following week, citing work issues. He became preoccupied with news events and talked with her less and less. The only thing that didn’t change was the sexual connection.

Until this morning.

Fresh from his shower, Warren stared into the mirror as he shaved. He had just passed up morning sex with Haley, with his woman, his sub. They had a contract, for fuck’s sake, and had just celebrated a year together not even three weeks ago. So what the hell had this morning’s departure from routine been about? Routine. That was probably it. This had been the longest relationship he had allowed himself. He was getting bored with the same woman. It always happened, and now he was going to have to terminate the contract and move Haley on, while he moved on. Warren didn’t like the feeling that came over him when he thought of Haley moving on. He needed to think this through with his usual objectivity. There was something off here, and it had started around the time they had the threesome at the Club.

Warren could now admit that he had felt a hint of jealousy in regard to Gordon fucking Haley, which made no sense to him at all. He and Gordon had shared for years, and it had never bothered him before. Besides, Gordon would never poach, no matter how interested he was in Haley. And Gordon had made it very clear to him just how very interested he was when Warren and the beautiful sub had initially connected. Gordon had actually warned him to be careful with Haley, that she was special. Well, Warren
knew
that. He had been with her for over a year, after all. He had included Gordon in the celebration of their anniversary. Warren had
bestowed
Haley on Gordon, his best friend. Haley had agreed to be shared with Gordon, although she could have refused. Maybe she should have refused. Warren gave himself a stern talking-to. It had not been a test, for he was above that kind of thing. He had chosen not to share Haley, which in itself was different for him, until their anniversary, and then only with Gordon, who was his friend and whom Haley knew and liked. Liked. There was no need to feel
jealous
, for God’s sake. Haley belonged to him for as long as their relationship suited them both.

But things hadn’t felt the same since. It was as though something had changed, like someone had said or done something important and he hadn’t listened, or hadn’t been paying attention. Thinking about that night felt like poking at a sore tooth, and he had drowned his uneasiness with extra work and an interest in current events rather than talk about it with Haley. He didn’t really talk with his women very much, not that he disrespected their intelligence. He was aware of his shortcomings around communication but had always been able to reassure himself that his D/s relationships were primarily sexual and his subs knew they were short term. Besides, Haley rarely initiated conversations, knowing her place, although he knew that she was really bright and when they did talk, she challenged his intellect. He would take a week and go to his East Coast office, alone. It would help him be objective if he was apart from Haley. He was too close to this whole thing, and she distracted him. The decision made, Warren washed the residual shaving lather from his jaw, nodded to himself in the mirror, and went to tell Haley his plan. He wrote off the anxious, almost shamed look he had seen in his own eyes, burying it under resolve to manage his emotions. That was a lesson his father had taught him, very well.

Haley was curled up in a ball on the far side of the bed, her long, thick golden brown hair and the linen sheet draping around her shoulders, effectively screening her face. Warren eyed the high round shape of her hips and ass, and his cock filled. He wanted to drive deep inside her before he told her he was going away for a week or so. She was perfect for him, yet he needed time to think about her and the future. He managed to keep himself in check and spoke her name.