Chapter Sixteen

Chris woke Cynthia slowly, moving his lips over her skin, tasting the sweetness of her flesh. She murmured in her sleep and curled closer to him, the heat of her body warming his heart.

A sense of satisfaction settled within his chest as he scraped his teeth over her bellybutton. When she’d left earlier, he’d been prepared to wait for her, even if it meant forever. She was the one for him and pressuring her would only ruin the act of submission. Now that he could step back and examine it, he realized that his fear had almost driven her away. That it hadn’t been some fault in her, but his worry that she would never trust him enough had been his error.

Granted, the result had been a good one. He’d never seen something so beautiful as Cynthia giving in to two men. They’d worn her out, but he knew it was just the beginning. There was more to come before morning.

He felt the bed shift on the other side of her, telling him that Evan had awakened also. A second later, Evan appeared, looking down at Chris.

“Just can’t leave her alone?”

Chris smiled up at him. “Can you blame me?”

Before Evan could answer, Cynthia stirred. “Do you know how annoying it is to not only be awakened, but to be awakened by people talking about you?”

Chris trailed his fingers up between her breasts and watched her eyelids flutter, her lips curve.

“I’d say that both Evan and I can compensate you for your discomfort.”

“Hmm, you might have a point.”

He could hear the smile in her voice and mentally released a breath. He’d worried that she might regret what they’d done, that somehow, she’d reject him. She offered him a sleepy grin and cupped his face. He moved up and brushed his lips over hers.

Pulling away before either of them was ready, he groaned his regret. But they had things to do, more steps to accomplish because he was pretty sure after tonight, he wouldn’t want to be sharing her with anyone.

Chris looked at Evan, who nodded, knowing what he had in mind.

“Come on, baby.”

She stretched, her pretty pink nipples peeking out over the top edge of the sheet. The urge to snuggle under there with her was almost too tempting. But they needed this to be complete.

Chris slipped out of bed, as did Evan. Cynthia sat up, her gaze roaming over his body as he reached for the blindfold. Half aroused already, he didn’t even fight the surge of heat that jolted his system, but controlled his expression. The next stage would probably push her further than she expected to go.

Cynthia scooted to the edge of the mattress and stood beside him. He couldn’t resist pressing his lips to hers one more time, enjoying the feel of her skin next to his. Her hardened nipples brushed against him, and Chris felt his mind melting. Just touching her always affected him this way, and tonight he couldn’t seem to control himself.

“Chris.” The impatient tone in Evan’s voice told Chris he’d waited long enough.

“Turn around,” Chris ordered and was delighted when she followed his instructions immediately. “Remember your safe word.”

Without saying anything else, he covered her eyes with the blindfold once more. He took Cynthia by her hands and set her palms on the mattress. Chris was happy that this time she didn’t show any panic. He’d been close to calling the whole thing off when he’d seen her fear when Evan put on the blindfold earlier.

With quick, sure movements, he slipped his hands between her legs and pushed them further apart. He pressed his hand against her pussy. When he felt the damp heat there, he barely resisted the urge to steal more than just a quick feel.

He left her there, knowing she was feeling exposed. They were all unclothed, but without sight, it would add an element of vulnerability. He wanted her submission and her trust.

Chris retrieved a riding crop from his bedside table drawer and handed it to Evan, who positioned himself directly behind Cynthia. Anticipation surged and mingled with concern. The last bout had been hard on Cynthia emotionally and mentally. But this time, she needed to believe in him, in their love. She had to give everything over to him without questioning.

Evan raised his hand and brought the crop down on her bare backside. Her gasp of surprise filled the silent room. Her fair skin reddened immediately. Lust crawled along his nerves, and his cock hardened at the sight and sound when Evan slapped her again, harder.

Evan was known for his way with subs, and he didn’t hold back with Cynthia. After one more spank, he slipped the crop between her legs, teasing her cunt. She moved to accommodate him, to rub against the leather to relieve some of the pressure he was sure she felt now. Evan removed the crop.

“I didn’t tell you to move.”

She stopped. Chris’s longing increased tenfold at her compliance. Evan must have sensed his approval because he tossed Chris a frown over his shoulder. He’d shared women with Evan before and knew he was a hard ass Dom. Even so, Evan had never crossed the line, and Chris understood he wouldn’t this time. But there was always the chance Chris would be too lenient because of his love for Cynthia.

With a snort, Evan tossed the crop to Chris and turned back to Cynthia. He smoothed his hands over her ass cheeks, then to the tattoo on her ass.

“This was a bit of surprise.” Arousal vibrated in Evan’s timbre and Chris noticed the slight shake in his friend’s hands. “I wouldn’t have expected your magnolia to be so naughty.”

He slapped the fullest part of one cheek with his bare hand. Cynthia held herself still, but Chris noted that her breathing had increased, and he could smell her arousal. That alone was one of the most erotic things he’d seen. Granted, he’d witnessed Evan work over a sub before, but it had never been his woman, the one meant for him. His heart hitched and skipped a beat. It was a battle to hold onto his control. He wanted to gather her up in his arms, but they weren’t done. This had been the easy part.

Evan signaled with his head for Chris to move closer. Drawing in a deep breath, Chris ordered himself to behave and replaced Evan behind Cynthia. Evan handed him a condom and took one for himself. After they’d both put them on, Chris used lube to prepare Cynthia for the next stage.

Again, without saying anything, not letting her know who was behind her, he stepped closer and eased his cock into her anus. She stiffened slightly and he paused. His pulse pounded out a rhythm that would surely kill him, but he wouldn’t do anything to push her too far. After a few seconds, she relaxed. Joy wrapped around his heart as his blood roared through his veins. He knew it wasn’t complete and absolute, but her obedience spoke volumes.

Chris flexed his hips, pushing his shaft further into her small anal opening. She shivered, not from being cold, he was sure. She always did that when she was excited. Her excitement spurred his own.

Evan grunted as he settled on the bed next to her. Chris drew back out and pushed back in as Evan pressed a hand against her pussy. She shuddered again.

To reassure her, Chris brushed his fingers over her hip and left his hand there. As he increased the depth and rhythm of his thrusts, Evan continued to tease her with his fingers and his mouth. She dug her fingers into the bed linens as he felt her body quiver beneath their dual assault.

Soon though, he pulled away, reversing positions with Evan. Chris traced her slit with his tongue as Evan started to enter her from behind. Diving in between her drenched folds, Chris lost himself in the taste of Cynthia. Her muscles contracted against him, and he knew she was close.

“That’s it, baby.” He pressed against her clit, just as Evan smacked her ass. She arched her back, her entire body trembling. Chris leaned up to capture her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, her hunger easy to taste. “It’s okay, come for me.”

In the next instant she exploded, jerking with her orgasm as she uttered a scream from her core. A gush of her juice soaked his hand as she continued to convulse.

Evan had pulled out of her by the time she finished. She collapsed on the bed and Chris tugged her into his embrace. Gently, he removed the blindfold and smiled down at her. Several curls clung to her face. Her eyes were closed. Her small, satisfied smile touched his soul.

It would be easy to lose himself in her pleasure, to just drift with her this way. Two things stopped him. One was the fact that he was far from being satisfied. Two was Evan, who would kill him. The second one made him chuckle.

Chris brushed his lips over her forehead and rolled out of bed. Both he and Evan threw away their condoms then faced Cynthia, who still lay on the mattress.

Since Evan had been more in control before, Chris wanted to be the one calling the shots this time.

“Cynthia, we’re not finished.”

She didn’t say anything but followed their lead and joined them.

Evan opened his mouth, but Chris shot him a look to stop him. His friend was one of the better known Doms in the community, but this was Chris’s woman and this was the last of her submission.

“On your knees.”

The cold tone he’d adopted was at odds with the heat rippling beneath his surface. She followed his orders without hesitation and his cock twitched. Chris nodded at Evan, who moved in front of her.

Evan took his cock by the base and slid it between her waiting lips. As he jettisoned in and out of her mouth, Chris stepped closer. She closed her eyes and braced herself on Evan’s thighs. She moaned, and her pleasure in the act sent primal lust crawling through his veins.

Evan pulled out and Chris said, “Cynthia.”

Without missing a beat, Cynthia faced Chris. She looked up at him, her eyes dilated, her skin flushed. She waited there on her knees in front of him. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened. Her need had been spurred not only by what Evan and he had done to her, but by obeying him.

He slipped his hands through her hair and saw the knowledge in her eyes. She recognized the reason behind her submission, and the ultimate satisfaction she could gain. Delight, love, and ecstasy captured his soul, enslaved his heart.

He kept one hand on her head as he guided his cock into her eager mouth. She swiped her tongue against the underside of his shaft before she started sucking. Each time she pulled back, she licked the tip of his penis. She increased her tempo and depth, humming against his flesh. The vibrations from that one little action shifted through his entire body.

Tipping his head back, he closed his eyes and swallowed. His cock bumped against the back of her throat as she took the entire length of him in her mouth, and she gagged.

Sensing Evan’s avid attention, Chris opened his eyes and noticed his friend had moved closer.

“Stroke Evan.”

As she continued to take him in and out of her mouth, pushing him closer to the edge, Cynthia took Evan’s cock in her hand. It only took a few strokes for Evan to come. He shifted closer, taking over her task, and pumped his shaft as he spurted his cum on her breasts. The sight sent Chris hurtling into his own orgasm. She moaned as he came in her mouth, continuing to suckle him until he was spent.

With one last lick, she pulled away and smiled up at him. His hand was still tangled in her hair. He slid it free and cupped her chin, easing her up to stand. She slipped her arms around his waist as he leaned down for a soft kiss.

When he straightened, he noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Oh, chéri .” He wiped the tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t cry.”

She shook her head. “I love you.”

He felt his own tears burn the backs of his eyes, his knees going weak at the quiet declaration. “I love you too, but why are you whispering?”

“Evan.”

He looked up and noticed that his friend had disappeared, and the bathroom door shut. “He left us a moment alone.”

Her eyes widened as she looked around. When she turned back to him, she grinned.

The happiness he felt in his heart mirrored in her eyes. “No regrets?”

“Oh, Chris.” It was her turn to cup his face, her fingers smoothing over his cheeks. “There can be no regret with you.”

As she pressed her lips to his, he felt the contentment he’d craved, the love that he needed, there in her kiss. He snaked his arms around her waist and fell into the kiss.

“You know, if I had seen her first, you would’ve never had a chance at her.”

Chris smiled. “No way. She needed me.”

He walked Evan to the door. The first fingers of dawn were creeping over the ocean, but he was ready to have Cynthia to himself. Tonight had been an exercise in submission to two men, but it would be the last time. When she woke up, he wanted to be the only one there.

“I guess there won’t be any repeats, from the look on your face.”

“Nope. You need to quit running, man.”

Evan shot him a look. “I’m not running from anything.”

Except the past. Chris let it go, not wanting to ruin the perfect morning. After locking the door behind Evan, Chris hurried back to bed. Throwing his shorts on the chair beside the bed, he slipped beneath the covers and pulled Cynthia into his arms. He sighed as she wiggled her backside against him to get comfortable and then relaxed. As he drifted off to sleep, she whispered, “I love you, Chris.”

“I know, chéri . I love you, too. Now, get some rest.”