What Goes Up (5 page)

They’d dissolved into laughter, and the next time
they’d actually planned a scene, he’d shown up in an old nineteen
twenties suit and called her ma’am with every swat of her bottom as
he gave her an over the knee spanking. Yeah, their sex life wasn’t
the norm, but they embraced each other’s quirks, and even though
she’d never said it, she really did love him. From her head to her
toes, no bullshit, love. This is why she didn’t hesitate to skirt
around him toward the hall. Of course, no order was complete
without a quick swat to her ass, which Trevor delivered with
well-practiced precision.

Ashley released a high-pitched squeak and hurried
toward her bedroom. One step over the threshold and she froze.
Ho-ly shit
. She couldn’t really get past that thought for a
good minute. Maybe even five. Her room had been turned into an
impromptu dungeon. Floggers, canes, and whips lined almost every
available surface. Those spaces that didn’t hold something that
would cause her the best kind of pain held items that would give
her immense pleasure. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and lube.
Whoa.

Trevor had obviously been planning this for a long
time. He’d gathered both of their toy collections into one room.
She took a halting step toward the bed and froze again.

A letter. A note actually, waited for her there.
Printed on fine vellum, it outlined her orders for the next few
minutes in what seemed to be as few words as possible. That was
Trevor for her.

Use the bathroom.

Lose the clothes.

Blindfold.

Kneel on the bed.

Using the bathroom before a scene with Trevor was a
given and what he’d left off the list was an enema, but bathroom
was their code word for the icky task. Naked was another given, but
they’d never really done the blindfold thing. Her fear of the dark
had always been a deterrent. Guess the Southern gentleman was out
for the evening.

Ashley did as instructed. She relieved herself in
the bathroom quickly, took care to make sure she was all “cleaned
out,” and shed her clothes before she approached the bed again. The
blindfold was folded on the end table, and she eyed it warily.

Her heart rate kicked up a notch the moment she
touched the soft silk. A knot formed in her throat and she pushed
it down. She could do this, would do this, for Trevor. Only for
Trevor. They’d shared fantasies before and one of his greatest
desires was to have her blind and bound for his pleasure…and hers.
Right now, she doubted the whole pleasure angle of not being able
to see. A lot. But at least he wasn’t asking to bind her at the
moment.

Ashley snatched the tiny scrap of elastic and silk
before she crawled to the middle of the bed. She made sure she
faced the foot of the bed, and the door, before donning the mask.
Mask in place, she sat back on her heels and rested her palms on
her thighs, exactly as he expected her to be positioned.

She imagined how she looked at that moment. She knew
without looking that her breasts drooped. That’s what came of
having natural breasts, but in a world of cosmetically enhanced
women, she often wondered if Trevor would like perkier breasts
better. Then there was her stomach…it definitely poked out and
drooped. Gross. And her thighs…don’t even get her started on her
thighs. This was what he wanted, though, and this was what he’d
get, chubby fears be damned.

Ashley licked her lips and prayed she wouldn’t be
waiting
too
long. Already her body rebelled at being
blinded. Every sound in the house terrified her. Her brain screamed
irrationally that the dark would get her, take her, hurt her.
Everywhere there were murmurs of hate and taunts dogging her. They
were all in her mind, remnants of her childhood, but that didn’t
really matter to the mind conjuring her memories.

She’d just begun to work up a damned good panic
attack when Trevor entered and soothed her.

Smooth hands caressed her from shoulder to wrist
before tweaking her left nipple, and he murmured sweet words as he
stroked her skin. “Such a beautiful princess. Ready for her Sir.
Isn’t that right, princess?”

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Before the “sir” fully left her lips, another set of
hands, work worn and rough, stroked her right side, caressing her
in much the same way, and she reacted without thought, fighting the
other man. For it was another man. Where Trevor’s hands had never
seen a day of hard labor, this man’s were covered in calluses that
scraped her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She pulled her
arm back, snatching it from his grip. Hand flying to her blindfold,
she was ready to rip it off, but Trevor’s voice stilled her.

“No.”

Ashley halted her movement and released her hold on
the blindfold. She tugged it back into place before covering her
breasts with her arms. She couldn’t do anything about being naked
in front of a complete stranger, but this she could do.

A thousand thoughts flitted through her mind,
pinging from one to the other like a pinball.

Two men…yes!

Fat thighs…no.

Two cocks…mmm…

Cellulite. Ick!

Four hands. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She couldn’t decide if she was embarrassed that
Trevor had actually listened to and tried to fulfill her fantasies
or if she should kiss his feet and offer to be his love slave,
their
love slave, forever. When Trevor’s smooth hands
skimmed her forearm, circled her wrist, and then tugged her arms
from her breasts to lay her palms on her thighs once again, love
slave won.

Grabbing her right wrist, he redirected her. “Here,
princess, feel our guest. Feel how hard he is for you already.”

She opened her palm and relaxed into Trevor’s
strength. Suddenly, her hand was full of thick, hot, long cock. It
felt like fully erect silk covered steel in her palm, and she
curled her fingers around the stranger’s cock. Her fingertips met
around his length, barely. Emboldened by the man’s arousal, his
very evident desire for her, she stroked him as Trevor had taught
her. Hard. Sure. Slow and with a twist at the top. The stranger
moaned aloud and thrust into the circle of her hand.
Yes
.

Just as quickly as Trevor gave her the gift of
touching another man, he took it away. In seconds, her hand was
back on her thigh, the stranger’s rough growl echoing in the room.
All of the fear and unease she’d been harboring had been banished
with a few words and small touches from her man…and the
stranger.

“Good girl.” Trevor stroked her cheek. “I think
you’ve earned a reward.”

Before she could even begin to wonder what her
reward would be, Trevor whipped the blindfold from her eyes. Ashley
blinked as her eyes adjusted to the flood of light and looked to
her left, her gaze colliding with Trevor’s.

He knelt next to her on the bed, completely nude and
hard. And not for the first time she thanked God for the man at her
side. She didn’t think she could love him more if she tried. The
love for the man to her left reminded her that there was another
man…to her right.

“What did you do, Trevor?” she whispered, even
though the stranger, because she still couldn’t bring herself to
look at him, was in the room.

Trevor leaned close and brushed his lips across
hers, sending a shiver down her spine. “Fulfilling your fantasies,
baby. But you know you still have your safe word if you’re thinking
this isn’t what you want… Why don’t you remind both of us what it
is, princess?”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Assets.”

Damn, but her safe word had been funnier when she’d
first thought it up. Accountants were weird like that, she
supposed.

“Assets. So, Ashley, are we going to start talking
about houses?” His voice was low, soothing. And it reminded her
exactly why she trusted this man so much. He’d never, in the months
they’d been together, done anything she hadn’t agreed to. True, he
pushed, and bent the rules, but he’d never broken them.

“No, sir. No houses right now.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you greet our guest? You
haven’t even given him a proper hello,” Trevor murmured against her
lips before pressing a sweet kiss against them. During their
whispered discussion, he’d wrapped his arms around her waist and
pulled her up against him. Now he smacked her ass with his open
palm. She jumped and then leaned against him as the sting swam
through her veins.

With the tiny bit of pain gone, she turned toward
the stranger and froze.
Richard
.

“Hey, beautiful.”

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t
function. Any second now she’d keel over and just
die
.
Richard, Trevor’s best friend and walking god, was two feet from
her and naked as a jaybird. And hard. She couldn’t forget hard.
She’d felt his impressive erection, and now she was getting an
eyeful.

Trevor’s hands on her hips had her turning toward
their guest. He pulled her back against his front, and she felt his
cock settle between the cheeks of her ass. One of his hands
squeezed and kneaded her breast while the other slipped between her
legs. She couldn’t have cared less.

Ashley loved Trevor, she truly did… But that didn’t
mean she was blind or dead from the waist down. The man standing
before her was a blond god. Richard was six feet of muscle and
testosterone. Sun-kissed skin covered well-honed muscles from head
to toe, and now that she got a good look at him, she realized there
weren’t any tan lines.
Oh. My. God
.

Trevor slid his fingers between her pussy lips and
pinched her clit. A sharp bite of pleasure and pain shot through
her. “Our guest said something to you, baby.”

What? Someone said what? He pinched her clit again,
and her back arched as she leaned against him, a cry erupting from
her throat. Trevor eased the pressure, and her attention refocused
on Richard, on his smirk, and finally on his hand stroking his
cock.

“Hi, Richard.” Ashley kept her eyes glued to his
dick while he rubbed himself. Base to tip and back again, his hand
traveled under her gaze. She licked her lips, wondering what he’d
taste like. Before Trevor, she’d never been that interested in
sucking a man, but her man had shown her how, and with knowledge
and confidence came the love of bringing a man to his knees, from
her knees.

Trevor’s finger circled her clit now, in time with
Richard’s strokes. Nice and easy, slow and steady. Not enough to
get her off, but just enough to keep her motor purring with
life.

“Why don’t you get acquainted with that cock? Show
him what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours.” His
fingers never left her pussy, but the grasp at her breast shifted
to her back, forcing her to her hands and knees.

Yeah, this is what she wanted. Not long ago she’d
confessed to wanting to be made love to by two men. Not double
penetration, per se, but she wanted to at least have her mouth and
pussy filled at the same time. Looked like she was getting her
wish.

Richard knelt on the bed as she dropped to her
hands, putting the head of his dick right at eye, and lip, level.
He held his cock by the base as if presenting it to her, and
instinctively she opened her mouth before a hint of reality
encroached. Trevor still knelt near her ass. He’d pushed her knees
wide to make room for himself between them. Ashley pushed back
toward him and away from Richard with a whimper of distress.
“Trevor?”

“What’s wrong, princess? This can stop at any time
if you’re nervous.”

She glanced at Richard and caught his nod as he
settled onto his heels. “What about a condom?” She really shouldn’t
be the one asking this question.

Trevor leaned over her, blanketing her back with his
front, and he kissed her neck. “Baby, I made sure Richard got
tested before we planned this, and he’s not getting anywhere near
this pussy of mine. He’s just happy to get a blowjob from the best
cocksucker in Georgia, and that’s all that’s happening today.” He
nibbled her neck. “Okay?”

She blushed and nodded. Yeah, okay. Again she’d
proven that she should trust Trevor in the bedroom. He hadn’t
steered her wrong yet, and it looked like he cared for her as much
as she cared for him.

“Good.” He lifted his weight and repositioned
himself behind her, kneading her ass with his hands. “Now, I know
you’re dying for a taste and Rich looks like he’s ready to blow,
Ash.”

She turned her attention back to Richard and found
him stroking his cock again, squeezing the purpling head when he
neared the tip before shifting his hand back down his length.
Trevor was right—Richard was ready to blow. And she couldn’t
wait.

“You ready for this, Ashley?” Rich’s deep,
whiskey-laced timbre washed over her and she couldn’t help the
shiver that snaked along her spine.

“Oh, she’s ready.” Trevor slipped his fingers along
her slit and she moaned as he circled her opening. “She’s more than
ready.”

She was. Her pussy throbbed and her mouth watered at
the thought of getting filled from both ends. They’d talked about
this, about her being with two men, and she’d assured Trevor that
double penetration in her ass and pussy didn’t do a thing for her.
But having her pussy and mouth stuffed full? That was hot.

Ashley leaned forward and circled her tongue around
the head of Richard’s cock, licking the tiny droplet of pre-cum
that adorned the tip. The salty taste burst on her taste buds and
she couldn’t wait for more. She craved a man’s taste almost as much
as she craved chocolate, and that was saying something, considering
her love of sweets.

Richard buried his fingers in her hair and held her
steady while he fed her more of his dick, and she moaned around
him, loving the heavy weight of his cock in her mouth. She sucked
and licked him while he smoothly fucked her face. In and out he
stroked while she concentrated on keeping her teeth covered and
sucking the life out of him through his cock.