Pleasure Bound (30 page)

He groaned again and … another climax. God, it had nothing to do with ejaculation. Just intense pleasure gripping his entire body. He gasped and collapsed back against Zeke.

Marie released Ty’s cock from her mouth and stood up. She released Ty’s wrists, then Zeke’s. Overwhelmed by the intense experience he’d just enjoyed, Ty turned to Zeke and grasped his face firmly in his hands … then kissed him. Zeke’s full lips met his hungrily. Ty’s tongue darted forward, meeting Zeke’s halfway. They tangled and danced, then Ty drove into Zeke’s mouth. Finally, their lips parted and he hugged Zeke tightly to him.

“Maybe I should leave you two alone,” Marie said softly.

Ty turned back to her.

“No way.” He grabbed her and tugged her into a tight embrace, then slid her between Zeke and him. He hugged Zeke again, this time with Marie between them.

“Now it’s time to torment you.” Ty stepped back and tossed her over his shoulder and stroked her behind as he walked through the dungeon toward the far corner, then placed her on her feet again.

“Zeke, attach her wrists to the chains.” Ty wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her feet from the floor. Zeke lifted her arm and she heard a clink. Then he lifted her other arm and … clink.

Ty released her waist. Her feet dangled below her, several inches above the floor. Her weight pulled on her wrists, protected by the padded wrist straps. She stared at the two men standing smiling at her. She stretched her toes, trying to reach the floor, but couldn’t. She was totally helpless. Excitement tingled through her.

How sexy is this!

Ty and Zeke each grasped one of her legs and drew them apart. Zeke pressed his cock to her opening then glided inside. She gasped at the feel of his hard flesh pushing inside her. His hand tucked under her butt, easing the weight from her wrists.

After a few strokes, he drew out, then Ty pushed inside, his bigger cock stretching her more. After a few strokes, he drew out, too. Ty tugged the chains across her nipples as Zeke entered her again. The two of them continued sharing in this manner while teasing her nipples with the steel links.

Finally, Ty stopped gliding, but did not pull away. Zeke stepped in close beside him and pressed his cock against Ty’s. She gazed down in fascination as Zeke pushed against her opening, tight against Ty’s shaft. To her amazement, Zeke’s cockhead eased into her … stretching her … then he slid all the way inside. Oh God, she felt incredibly full. The two men began to move in unison, gliding their two cocks forward and back, pushing deep into her, then dragging back along her stretched passage.

She threw her head back and moaned at the intense pleasure. As they pushed forward again, heat washed through her, every nerve ending tingling.

Zeke captured her lips as they drew back and pushed forward again. “Marie, I thought you’d have to choose between us, but…”

“We decided,” Ty said as they both continued to move inside her, “to prove to you that we can work together and make you happy.”

Zeke tucked his hand behind Ty’s head and said, “As well as each other.” He pulled Ty’s lips to his in a kiss.

Marie’s insides quivered, in physical pleasure as well as welling emotions at the sight of her two men kissing with such passion.

Waves of pleasure flooded through her. She was so close.

Zeke drew back, easing the tightness in her vagina. He moved behind her and Ty lifted her legs around his hips as Zeke pressed his cockhead against her back opening. His cock slipped into her ass easily. Now the two men thrust into her … stroke after stroke … driving her pleasure higher.

She gasped and hurtled over the edge, soaring into ecstasy. The cocks continued thrusting … filling her … then both exploded inside her, catapulting her into a complete state of rapture.

She collapsed, dangling freely from the chains. Both men hugged her, then kissed each other over her shoulder.

Ty lifted her and Zeke released her wrists, then Ty settled her gently on the floor. Both men steadied her as her knees threatened to buckle. They guided her from the cell and all three of them collapsed in a heap on the big bed.

“Marie, we want to stay together, the three of us. We believe we can make it work. We don’t want you to choose between us.”

She grinned. “That’s a good thing, because there’s no way I could.” She stroked Ty’s cheek and kissed him, then turned to Zeke and kissed him. “And even though it’s clear that any of the two of us would make a great couple, we’d always know that we were missing so much by denying the third.”

She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Now she had Zeke,
and
Ty.

She sighed, enjoying the heat of their bodies snuggled up beside her. She stroked her finger along Ty’s chest, then along Zeke’s dragon.

“So, what tattoo should I get?”

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Total Abandon

Coming April 2011 from St. Martin’s Griffin

“I can’t believe you’ve gone an entire year without sex. And by choice.”

Sandra grimaced at her friend’s comment. She tightened her fingers around her champagne flute. Many times this past year she’d regretted telling Aimee about her resolution but, in fact, her confession to Aimee had forged a closer friendship between them. A friendship that had helped her through some tough times. Especially the loneliness.

Aimee held up her glass. “Happy anniversary.” She grinned. “A year well behind you.”

Sandra clinked her champagne glass against Aimee’s, then sipped the bubbly wine. Not that a failed marriage was something to celebrate.

She glanced around Maelstrom’s Bar, wondering when Devlin would arrive to join them. He’d called to say he’d be a little late because he’d had to attend an afternoon meeting in Kanata on the outskirts of the city. That meant he had to brave the Ottawa rush hour traffic, driving back downtown to meet them. Once he got here, he’d have some trouble finding parking, too, since the bar was in the Byward Market area.

Sandra pushed her long hair behind her ear as she shifted on the upholstered seat. It was Friday evening and the bar was filling up fast, but she and Aimee had walked here right after work and grabbed one of the cozy curved booths near the window.

“So, you’re sticking with your story that your ex wasn’t a stinker? Because I’m all ears if you want to diss him. It’ll help get it out of your system.”

“No, Eric was just the wrong guy for me.”

Not that it hadn’t hurt to find he no longer loved her. Or really, that he had
never
loved her. They’d dated since high school and only
believed
they’d been in love. But neither of them had wanted the marriage to fail—to admit
they
had failed—so it had taken ten years for them to finally realize that divorce was the only answer. Because they simply weren’t happy together.

Aimee pursed her lips. “Okay then. Moving on.”

She leaned toward Sandra and her lips turned up in a crooked smile. Sandra could tell Aimee had had a little too much to drink. And Sandra probably had, too. Champagne tended to affect her a little too much.

Aimee sipped her glass, then giggled. “I have an idea. Let’s make a list.”

She opened her purse and pulled out a pen, then grabbed one of the small square cocktail napkins the waitress had left on the table with the appetizer platter. Aimee wrote down the numeral 1 followed by a period.

“Okay, I want you to think about,”—she giggled—“you know … men … and what you’d really like.”

“What I’d like? I guess I’d like a guy who’s really sensitive, with a good sense of humor and … well, a sense of adventure.”

Aimee pointed at her and winked. “That’s what I’m talking about. Adventure.” She sipped her drink again, then set down her glass. “Forget that Mr. Sensitive stuff. Think about Mr. Muscle-Bound-Hunk meets Mr. Sexy-Bad-Boy and how he,”—she winked—“or, better yet,
they
could make your dreams come true.”

Sandra knew exactly what Aimee was talking about. Sandra had made the mistake of telling Aimee about one of her ultra sexy dreams, which had been a frequent occurrence over the past few months. Fantasies brought to life in steamy erotic detail in the middle of the night, leaving her hot and frustrated in the morning.

“I don’t see the point in making a list.” Sandra really didn’t want her fantasies written out in black and white. That seemed too … sordid.

“Ah, come on. If you can dream about them, you can talk about them.”

Sandra’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t think so.”

Aimee patted Sandra’s hand. “Honey, there’s nothing wrong with having fantasies. And it’s good to examine them. It’ll help you know what really turns you on. Which is good since you’re going to start dating again. Look, I’ll get us started. You told me about that one where you were captured by pirates and carried off to their ship, so.…”

Sandra watched as Aimee wrote
Be held captive
beside the numeral 1.

“Now you,” Aimee said, pen poised.

Sandra shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.”

“What about that book you were reading a couple of weeks ago? It had bondage, didn’t it?”

“Um … Dominance and submission, actually.”

Aimee smiled. “You’d like to try that?”

Sandra shrugged again. Aimee nudged her shoulder.

“Come on. Get into the spirit of it. I’m just trying to help.”

Sandra took a sip of her champagne and gazed at Aimee’s deep blue eyes. She did want to help. Sandra sighed.

“Okay. Well, I’m not sure about the bondage and domination stuff. I’d have to know the guy pretty well.”

“Well, yeah.” Aimee nibbled on one of the chicken wings, then picked up the pen again. “Okay, let’s leave that one a little open.”

She wrote down item number two as
Experiment with bondage.

“What else? Think about some fantasy that has really intrigued you that you know you’ll never try, but wish you could.” She grinned. “And don’t be shy.”

One fantasy immediately popped into Sandra’s head. She’d caught part of a show on sexual fantasies and she’d been intrigued by one woman’s fantasy about being with a stranger. To her surprise, that had turned Sandra on immensely. Which was just crazy, especially since the only man she’d ever been with was her ex-husband, Eric.

“You’ve got one. I can see it in your eyes. Spill it.”

Sandra pursed her lips. “Well…”

“If you go, I’ll go.”

Sandra nodded. “It’s … well, being with a stranger.”

“You mean a one-night stand?”

“No, more like making love with someone and not knowing who it is.”

“So, like, some sexy guy is making out with you and you can’t see who it is? That’s pretty intense.”

Aimee wrote
Make love to a sexy stranger while I’m blindfolded
as the third item.

“Now yours,” Sandra said.

Aimee wrote the numeral 4 on the napkin, then turned it toward Sandra so she could see.

Sex with two men at the same time (maybe more)

Sandra felt her cheeks heat. “That’s some list we have there.”

Aimee laughed. “It’s only four items. We’re not done yet.”

“I think I am.”

“Okay, then I’ll just put some down for your consideration.”

Aimee jotted several more items on the napkin as Sandra watched. Finally, she turned it so Sandra could read it.

1.  Be held captive

2.  Experiment with bondage

3.  Make love to a sexy stranger while blindfolded

4.  Sex with two men at the same time (maybe more)

5.  Be a love slave

6.  Have a love slave

7.  Voyeurism

8.  Exhibitionism

“Want anything else?”

Sandra nearly jumped at the waitress’ voice. She wanted to snatch the list from Aimee and stuff it in her purse, but the young woman didn’t even glance at it.

“Yes. How about a couple of Piña Coladas?” Aimee said.

Sandra smiled and nodded. She loved Piña Coladas.

The waitress picked up the empty bottle from the table and placed it on her round tray, then grabbed the two empty flutes. She disappeared into the crowd.

Sandra picked up a piece of zucchini from the appetizer tray and dipped it in the dressing, then took a bite. The waitress returned a few moments later with their drinks. Sandra took a sip.

It’s about time.” Aimee looked over Sandra’s shoulder.

Sandra glanced around to see Devlin approaching their table. His glittering gaze locked on her as he walked toward them in his usual relaxed gait, a charming half-smile curling his lips.

Although she couldn’t see the color of his eyes in this light, she knew they were as blue as the sky at dusk, dusted with golden specks, and surrounded by a midnight blue ring. The raspy shadow across his jaw gave him a definite masculine allure and he’d tied back his medium brown shoulder-length hair, which was typical on a workday. His relaxed casual Friday outfit consisted of worn jeans with a brown tweed blazer over a shirt of varying width stripes in earth tones, ranging from beige to chocolate brown. A narrow stripe of burnt orange in the shirt exactly matched the round-necked T-shirt visible underneath.