Embracing the Fall (13 page)

“Fucking beautiful,” he said when he turned Z to face him. Evan fisted one hand in
her hair and the fingers of his other hand brushed over her lips and the lace that
was stuffed between them. “So beautiful like this, sweet Ziporah.” She whimpered for
him at that and Cami saw the corners of his eyes crinkle in an almost smile. “I see
you like being gagged as much as I like gagging you, huh sugar?” He did something
then that almost made Cami come. He leaned forward and sniffed at the panties caught
in Z’s teeth and
Mmmm’d
in pleasure. With his nose nudging at her lips in teasing brushes, he continued. “But,
unfortunately, I’m not gagging you tonight. Not on our first night of play.” Then
he snapped his own teeth on a bit of lace that was dangling out and slowly, inch by
miniscule inch, dragged them from her mouth. The way he then tossed his head and let
them fly could only be described as rakish, and it was just one more mind-blowing
image to go with the thousands she had stored up already … and they had barely gotten
started.

Evan felt himself doing something he rarely did this early in a scene; he was hitting
top space. It was that perfect head zone that took his entire being and narrowed every
cell and atom in his body until they focused on his subs. He now breathed for them.
His very heart beat for them. He was hyper aware of every nuance in their expressions
and twitch of their muscles. Even his sense of smell was enhanced and he could pick
up not only their individual perfumes, but the different scent of each of their arousals
as well.

He marched Ziporah to the bedside opposite Cami and shoved her to her knees, because
she needed his mastery over her body as surely as Cami had needed his mastery over
her will.

They called to two different sides of him and though he had scened on several occasions
with multiple subs, there was something different about these two. Something elemental
that added a deeper level of importance and heat to the moment that he could neither
explain nor deny. The difference between all the other women he’d had and the two
he faced now? It was like comparing cannon fire to the pop of a cap gun.

With a hand on the back of her head and another between her shoulder blades, he flattened
her out in the same position as Cami and locked eyes with her as he did. Cami was
audibly panting and her pupils were the size of dinner plates. He bared his teeth
at her in a smile that was just a little feral; her eyelids lowered and her body loosened
in an unconscious offer of surrender. He could picture himself climbing across the
bed on all fours and taking her right then; the sight of her submission so turned
him on.

He had picked up on a lot from his little chat with Zoe the other morning and one
thing had caught and held in his mind. Cami had been watching scenes, live and in
person, for almost a year. His little small-town angel was a voyeur. That’s why he
had instructed her to watch them and why he would make sure she always did when it
was the three of them together. Watching was one of her triggers and from the look
of her right now, a pretty fucking big one at that.

He swallowed a curse as he pushed back his body’s demands and strode to the chest
by the door. He dug around until he found what was needed then went to stand at the
foot of the bed and for a moment just stared at the erotic sight before him. Two beautiful
examples of woman, one fair and full, the other dark and slight, bent over his bed
on opposite sides in willing surrender, awaiting his pleasure.

He dropped the tools he had fetched on the bed between them and shed his shirt with
impatient hands as they panted and watched, both sets of eyes tracking his every move.

The first things he picked up were the nipple clamps and though neither girl uttered
a word, he distinctly heard them both swallow. Loudly.

“Up on your elbows, both of you.” They moved in unison and Evan took a moment to enjoy
the view. “Cami, sweet brat, remove your bra and throw it to the side.” She sat back
further on her knees to do his bidding and Evan felt his mouth water at the sight
when those full, luscious breasts were finally freed. They were glorious. Unlike implants,
her natural breasts had a lovely teardrop shape, with dark pink nipples sitting high
and proud atop them. He studied them in silence as she flushed and fought to keep
her hands to her sides. It pleased him tremendously the way she battled her own nature
for him. For all of them. “Beautiful, way too beautiful for words, sweetheart. Now
back down to your elbows.”

He crouched down until he was squatting at the foot of the bed and leaned first toward
Ziporah. He kissed her then, full and hard, delving his tongue deep into the depths
of her mouth and tangling with hers. While he did, he ran the rubber tip of one of
the clamps back and forth and around and around her right nipple. He ended the kiss
at the same time he snapped the clamp on the small, pert crest. Her ‘oh’ of surprise
was a warm breeze across his cheek.

Evan was not at all surprised to see Cami’s eyes glued to them when he turned his
head and swooped in to taste her mouth next. Her rich, throaty moan filled his gut
and fed him like manna from heaven. Her breasts were so much larger than Z’s that
his hand was sandwiched between it and the mattress as he teased her left nipple the
way he had with her friend’s. But that rosy flesh was just as tightly puckered and
when the clamp eased closed on it, he was again fed one of those sexy moans of hers.

He turned back to Z for the next and then again to Cami, and when he straightened
he watched as it took a moment of bafflement for his subs to realize they’d been clamped
... to each other. Right to left and left to right. One couldn’t move or shift without
it affecting the other and as he watched them test it out, their reactions caused
his already hard cock to throb.

“See, in my opinion,” he said with a calm he didn’t come close to feeling, “this here
is the best type of restraint. You are not bound by ropes or cuffs you can fight,
but rather by yourselves.” He reached between them to where the chains crisscrossed
and tugged a little, it was like a shot of whisky when they both moaned for him. “You
wanna thrash and move. By all means go right ahead.” He tugged a little harder and
though both women moaned again, they also showed small signs of discomfort. Cami not
so much with only a tightening at the corners of her eyes and Z a little more, she
was biting her lip.

“Back down how you were. That’s right, palms up Z, sugar. There you go.”

He picked up the last item he had laid between them and a myriad of emotions flickered
across their faces as he ran the leather strands of his flogger between his fingers.
They were intrigued– Cami was getting a little scared, while Z was getting a little
pissed. He figured he should get to it before their minds outran their bodies and
stole their pleasure away with fears and doubt.

He started with slow, long strokes. More a brushing down each woman’s back than a
strike, getting them accustomed to the feel and texture of the tool. It was a buffalo
oiled flogger of forty strands, heavy for more of a thud strike than a sting. Its
strands were longer and denser and as they lay across each woman’s back; it practically
obscured them from view.

Evan made exaggerated figure eights with his arm, alternating between them equally.
It was a slow build that warmed not just their backs but his muscles as well. Harder
and harder by increments so minute that he was sure they barely noticed that he was
now hitting them with a good amount of force.

Evan noticed though. The slap of the multi-tailed flogger was like the hard patter
of rain as it landed on their now pink skin and they were crying out with hot breathy
moans at each hit. And they
both
cried out at every strike, because neither of them could help but jerk at the lash
and that jerking tugged on the other woman’s breasts as much as their own, so the
sensations were layered and coming at them from all directions.

Evan widened his strike zone and started laying into their asses next. The sight of
Z’s tight muscled ass absorbing the first smack caused him to grit his teeth in an
effort to keep going and not stop to devour that rounded flesh. Then when he hit Cami’s
softer, larger one and he watched the beautiful way it jiggled, he moaned as loud
as they did.

He struck fast then. Fast and hard enough to have them both crying out in gasps with
each turn. Lost in it now, lost in the sounds and the smells and the glorious sight
as they writhed for him.

Finally, he was done. They were panting and whimpering and their backs and asses were
glowing a soft light red. He’d gone easy on them and only awakened the nerves just
below the surface and not gone too deep. They would feel every touch and brush against
them for the next hour or so in heightened awareness and then it would fade. Some
day he would take it further, so that sensitivity would linger for days, but tonight
it wasn’t about endurance, it was all about awakenings.

“Carefully, so as not to hurt each other,” he instructed in a voice so horse he barely
recognized it, “climb onto the bed till you meet in the middle then I want you on
your knees with both your asses facing me. Cami, remove your panties first.”

He swore low and lewd watching them obey him and once they were in position, he tore
out of his jeans like they’d caught fire. Then he stopped and cursed in frustration.

“Son of a goddamn fucking bitch!” The girls startled and looked first at each other
and then back at him in alarm. “Sorry, ladies,” he said, rubbing a hand on his scalp.
“Sorry. In my haste to get my hands on you two, we skipped two very important topics
of discussion.” They were both still dazed and teetering on the edge of subspace,
so he had to keep back to be fair and not overwhelm them. Right now they weren’t so
far gone they couldn’t think, so he had to keep them that way until this was clear.
“Health records and birth control.” He cursed as he watched more clarity come into
their eyes, but that couldn’t be helped. “I know Zoe assured you of my health and
I’m taking you both on faith that you are clean and protected because Zoe would have
never approached me if you weren’t, Cami. So unless one of you says T-Rex, we are
doing this now and we are doing it raw.”

Both of them kept silent. “Thank fucking Christ,” he muttered and climbed on the bed.
When the taste of Cami’s pussy filled his mouth and her screams filled his ears, he
thought his head was going to explode with the pleasure of it. She was melted honey
and wet silk on his tongue. As he lapped and drank from her, his hand found the nirvana
that was Z’s sweet cunt, and dipping his fingers in her was like plunging them into
heaven. Her muscles clamped down on his pumping digits with a strength that made him
crazed to feel it on his cock.

He wrapped his arms around two sets of hips, pressing them close to each other and
pulling until they followed his urging and lifted those glorious asses higher and
their heads dropped side by side to the mattress. Evan kissed and sucked and licked
and bit his way across Cami’s ass to Z’s and when the taste of Z’s pussy hit his tongue
with her own unique and delicious flavor, he groaned and drank deep. Deeper, sucking
her clit hard against the roof of his mouth and demolishing it with his tongue. She
exploded into an orgasm and her release flowed down his chin like champagne.