Roxy Harte (39 page)
Authors: Sacred Revelations
“You sound very confident.”
“You sound very doubtful,” Thomas accuses.
I snort. “I don’t know how I feel. A few hours ago he was spouting nonsense about suburbia and babies—and I started thinking about babies and the life I would have had if I hadn’t run away toCalifornia .”
He pulls back to look at me, taking me in in a long, assessing glance. He knows all my secrets and sometimes I feel like he can read my mind.
“It’s something I wanted,” I admit. “The baby thing.”
He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “You want a baby?”
“Maybe,” I answer as honestly as I can. “Once I did, I really, really did, and Garrett made me think of what might be someday, and I don’t know how to add babies to a sadomasochistic threesome, but maybe, someday…I’d like to try to have a baby.” I turn, looking sharply enough at Garrett to earn a chuckle from Thomas. “Not this year or even next!”
Thomas turns me back to face him. “Maybe, someday, or never, the decision is yours, and if you choose to add a baby to our kinky threesome, I know a trick or two for making it work. I do have some
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experience in these matters.”
He kisses my nose lightly. I think about the wife and babies he left behind inAfrica but I don’t mention them, knowing without his ever saying the words that leaving them behind crushed him. “But this?” I ask, so filled with doubt, seeing Garrett bound. “For now, we can make just this work?”
“Trust me?” Thomas asks.
“Honestly, I trust you.” I sigh, exhaustion and relief to be going home in my voice. I stroke Thomas’s cheek, then turn just enough to pat Garrett’s head and catch his gaze. “And I trust you, so wherever the two of you see fit to take this relationship, I’m along for the ride,” I promise.
Thomas laughs at that. “Kitten, you really don’t get it do you? You are the one steering this mess, and if we are all on a collision course, so be it, but I believe and Garrett believes that we are all in for a hell of a ride and we intend to enjoy every second of it.”
I kneel in front of Garrett, my hands balanced on his knees. “Is that true, are you ready for this?”
He nods, but his nod isn’t enough, I want to hear his voice. I need to hear his voice. Seeing him gagged and bound was fun for about two seconds, but then…not so. In my mind, Garrett is Dominant. Reaching for the buckle, I release the leather gag.
“Do you think you can still Master me?”
“I never doubted that I could Master you, Kitten. You were the one who doubted.”
His voice is raspy and I wonder if it is from the gag or merely emotion. Looking into his eyes, I see the promise behind his words and have no doubts that he will be able to Master me. His eyes were what mesmerized me first, so long ago on the stage, second to that, his voice.
I close my eyes to keep the sudden moisture in my eyes from spilling, realizing I was blind for a moment to this man who I do love so much. “I love you.” I say it, not meaning to say it out loud. “I want to live with you at your penthouse, but for now, no more talk of babies.” A dinging sound alerts us to a Fasten Seat Belts sign. Neither Thomas nor I take a seat or do as we’re told, not even when the jet starts taxiing.
“For now?” Garrett whispers. I sense a note of hopefulness in his voice and I really don’t want to go there. I can’t even imagine babies with our lifestyle.
“For now, until we figure out how this is going to work, there is no room for babies.”
“Someday?”
I don’t want to be mean to him, but my words come out grated and harsh. I want to remind him of what he said to me once, that honesty is all we have, but I can’t bring myself to be so cruel. “Someday is a myth Garrett. All we have is today. Let’s see where today takes us.”
“God, Thomas, she really has been spending too much time with you. She sounds just like you.”
I can’t tell if Garrett means it as a compliment or a curse, but it makes Thomas chuckle.
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Walking up behind me, he pulls me against him, and I realize without words that he is okay with what I’ve said to Garrett, even though none of us have discussed living arrangements or when or how we will divide our time. It makes me wonder whether it was truth or a head game that put me in charge.
“Kneel, Sophia.”
There, I suppose I have my answer. Lord Fyre is in charge. Dutifully, I kneel.
“I want you,” he commands in a sensual whisper, walking around me to reattach Garrett’s gag. Stepping around me, he bends at the waist to whisper against my cheek. “You please me so well when you obey without question.”
Rising, he lifts me with him, steadying me on my stilettos as the jet lifts into the sky. My brain tells me we should be seated, buckled, but only Garrett is restrained and I stagger in Lord Fyre’s steady arms. He holds me tightly, as balanced as if he were on solid ground. Catching his gaze, I smile at him, realizing just how much I’ve come to trust him to keep me safe.
“Thank you, Lord Fyre,” I say, standing firm once more. “How may I pleasure you?”
“Unbuckle Garrett’s belt and unzip his pants, tell me if he is aroused.”
My lips part to speak, but I don’t say anything. What would I say, having no idea where this scene is going? Squatting in front of Garrett, I don’t have to unzip his pants to tell that he is aroused, I can tell by the slant of his eyes. The verbal play between Lord Fyre and I has done its part in getting Garrett’s attention. I slide my hand over the raised bulge hidden beneath silk boxers.
“Yes, Lord Fyre. He’s aroused.”
“Expose him to us.”
I swallow, watching Garrett’s face, unable to read the emotion crossing his features, but knowing strong emotion when I see it, even when half-hidden by his leather gag. I pull the elastic band of the silk boxers beneath his penis and balls. The dark blue fabric accentuates his pulsing cock.
“Very nice, Sophia. You may stand back up now.”
I stand, knees shaking, still not certain where this is headed. Through the small windows, I watch clouds roll by as Lord Fyre closes the distance. He molds himself behind me, lifting my skirt to expose my pantyhose. I am bare beneath the nylon. Normally, I would prefer stockings, but Jackie packed my bag and brought what she wanted to bring me, including several pairs of pantyhose, but no stockings.
Lord Fyre runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, over my hips, until his hands rest at my waist. The touch of his hands, warm through the nylon, is a very erotic sensation and, despite my best effort to remain still, I push into his hands. “Pull these down to the middle of your thighs.”
I obey, exposing my bare ass to his hands.
He lifts the hem of my dress. “Hold this up.”
I obey, leaving his hands free to explore the softness of my sensitive ass, one of my hot spots and he knows it. He knows just by rubbing my ass I will get wet, ready. But his hands don’t stop moving and he
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uses the strength in his hands to move me, placing my bare ass directly in front of Garrett’s line of vision, placing me so close to Garrett that the backs of my knees brush his knees. The nearness to Garrett makes me nervous and I realize that although Lord Fyre has seen me make love to Garrett, Garrett has never seen me with Lord Fyre. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, but Lord Fyre stops my progress before I actually see Garrett’s face.
“I didn’t give you permission to look anywhere but at me.” His tone and gaze are harsh, reminding me that even though we have shared much, he is still the Lord Fyre I first met at Garrett’s penthouse, the day I compared him to Satan in my mind. I didn’t like Lord Fyre at all that day. He was the enemy. I try to reconcile in my brain that he is not the demon I believed him to be, that he is a man I’ve fallen deeply in love with. It’s a stretch—he terrifies me still.
“Relax.”
I obey. Without thinking, I let my muscles go soft, realizing only as I relax how tense I’d become.
Positioned in front of Garrett, holding my dress high at my waist, pantyhose elastic digging unmercifully at mid-thigh, ass bare, I stand, muscles relaxed and unmoving. Lord Fyre walks away, leaving me standing.
Without his touch, his eyes to gaze into, his mere nearness, I feel ridiculous, but stand completely still.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long.
“Relax, Sophia,” he commands and I realize in the time he walked away, I’d become as rigid as a board again. “It’s going to be a very long flight.”
“Yes, Lord Fyre.”
He looks from me to Garrett. Stepping behind me, he makes a sound like he is amused. “Still aroused.
Good, and how about you, wee cat, are you still aroused, Sophia?”
Lord Fyre slides his hand between my thighs and finds me wet. He slides a single finger into my damp folds and, withdrawing his slick finger, traces my lips then lowers his mouth to kiss me. “Straddle Garrett, now. Use your hands to guide him into your wet pussy.”
Turning to face Garrett, I place my knees to the sides of his thighs, the pantyhose elastic cutting deep into my thighs. I know better than to ask to arrange them differently for my own comfort and struggle to guide Garrett’s swollen length inside me. Just my touch brings a moan from behind his gag and I look, thinking to see his eyes closed, but they remain open, locked on my gaze, capturing me with his amazing blue eyes. I sit, taking him inside me fully, feeling his body sigh beneath me.
“Lean forward, Sophia. Place your cheek next to Garrett’s.”
I do as Lord Fyre commands, closing my eyes. Feeling Garrett inside me, I melt into him, forgetting the pain of the pantyhose elastic. I inhale his scent, fresh and breezy, citrusy. His shirt is soft against my chest, his muscles hard, straining against the cloth. His cheek above the smooth leather of the gag is rough against my cheek.
“Open your eyes, Sophia.” Thomas’s voice comes from in front of me.
I open my eyes to find Thomas standing behind Garrett. Hands at his belt buckle, unbuckling it. “I want you. Take me in your mouth, now.”
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I feel Garrett tense beneath me and I pull away from his face, glancing between men. Garrett’s breath is harsh and his face dark, but the hard length inside me seems suddenly even more firm, painfully, rock hard. I shift and he moans.
“Place your cheek back against his and open your mouth to me, Sophia.”
My heart pounds triple time as I continue to look between the two men. Then I see Garrett’s nod, his hips lifting ever so slightly. Encouragement? I look hard at Lord Fyre, seeing again the demon, not the man I fell in love with.
“Now, Sophia.”
I close my eyes and obey the lift of Garrett’s hips, placing my cheek against Garrett’s. I open my mouth and Lord Fyre slides his length into me. With my eyes closed, his penis is a familiar shape and weight in my mouth, his taste is one I know. I inhale and smell his scent, frankincense and myrrh, mingled with Garrett’s lighter, crisper Ocean Breeze. Opening my eyes, I see Lord Fyre, confidante, friend, lover, Master. I rub against Garrett’s cheek, he too is confidante, friend, lover, Master.
I feel his hips lift and fall in a familiar rhythm, Lord Fyre matches the pace. I am filled by two men who I love. I lock my mouth tight around Lord Fyre’s cock, making him work to slide in and out. Garrett too, I tease, tightening and releasing the muscles lining my vagina. They set the rhythm, but I control the sensation, tight, tighter.
My brain is in chaos, I am not focused on gaining pleasure from what we are doing, here on a jet, thousands of feet in the sky. Only blue sky is visible now, the clouds too far below us for me to see.
Garrett moves his hips as much as his bindings allow, Lord Fyre fucks my mouth and my brain whirls, wondering what Garrett is feeling, wondering what Lord Fyre is thinking, and then the thought occurs to me, I am the only one thinking so hard. Garrett’s moans tell me how near he is, Lord Fyre, too, so close I can feel the pulse of his come filling his length just before he floods my mouth and I taste him.
I am the only one thinking.
I am the only one not enjoying this moment.
* * * *
He is leaving?
Leaving, leaving, leaving!
“Noooooooooo!” I scream, racing into the hall, catching his arm as he and Garrett stand talking quietly by the elevator. “Don’t leave, not tonight. Stay. Please stay.”
I’m begging, sobbing, on my knees hysterical and, for the life of me, I don’t know why. I feel like it’s the first day of kindergarten and I’m being abandoned to a strange classroom by my mother. No, not that, I feel like it is the night of the day I found my mother dead, dying, actually still gasping. Her neck didn’t break when she hung herself, she suffocated and I was there, trying to support her weight, trying to hold her up with my eight-year-old strength. That night, like this night, so displaced, so alone, so abandoned.
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“Please don’t go. Not tonight, please don’t leave tonight!”
“Sophia! Stop. You are home. You’re with Garrett. You’re safe.” Thomas kneels beside me, lifting me.
He hands me into Garrett’s arms and still I reach for Thomas.
“Please don’t leave me!” I beg wretchedly, sobbing, snot running from my nose.
“Kitten. Stop. You have to tell us what’s wrong because this isn’t about Thomas leaving.”
“I d-don’t know w-what’s w-wrong,” I sob, teeth chattering. “I j-just c-can’t be alone t-tonight.”
