Sidney’s Triple Shot [Apache Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (33 page)

A million thoughts raced through her brain. Images of Robert standing over her, pounding on her aching body as she sobbed, flickered in her mind. So many memories of being told what to do and how to do it and then berated because she hadn’t done it to his satisfaction. Submitting herself to another man was her biggest fear. It was the biggest vulnerability that she had, and she didn’t know how she could make it happen for Xavier without losing herself. She finally lifted her eyes to his. “What if it is too much for me?”

It took Xavier a moment to find an answer, and she watched the emotions flicker through his blue eyes as he spoke. “I would give it up. I would find a way to give up the need to dominate you, if it meant I could have you.”

Processing his words in her brain took a few seconds. Here was a man that readily admitted his need to dominate a woman for sexual gratification, and he was making a choice to give it up so that he could be with her. He wouldn’t force her to be something she wasn’t. It was an intoxicating feeling.

A smile spread slowly across her face, and she rose up on her tiptoes. “Thank you,” she whispered as she brushed her lips across his.

“So tell me now what you want, because running away from Apache Crossing isn’t an option,” he said, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her against him. Her hands drifted up to rest on his hard chest, and she relaxed into his hold.

“I’m not sure how the Dominant-submissive thing works,” she said breathlessly.

“However we want it to work, baby. Just because I’ve done things a certain way in the past doesn’t mean that’s what will work for the two of us now.”

“Two of us? Don’t you mean four of us?” she said playfully.

“Yes, I guess I do. Tyce and Noah aren’t particularly obsessive about dominating their woman—in fact I happen to know that Noah likes to let his lover take the reins—but I’m not like that. I want to know that you trust me enough to let me have complete control of your body and your pleasure.” Xavier’s stare was unnerving, because it seemed to reach soul-deep. She wondered what he saw as he watched her so closely, and it made her wriggle a little in his grip. She was disappointed when he released her and stepped back. “What’s wrong, Sid?”

“Nothing, I’m just trying to figure out what to do now,” she said, dropping her gaze again as heat flooded her face.

“What do you want to do, baby?” he said roughly, and her clit throbbed.

“I want to try.” She stopped and inhaled deeply, letting her eyes close for a moment. “I want to be what you need. I would never ask you to change for me.”

Xavier pondered her words for a brief second before she saw recognition in his icy-blue gaze. “You’re saying yes?”

She nodded, feeling her cheeks grow redder and her hands begin to tremble. There was still an element of fear involved in her decision, and she wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure she could actually handle it, but she was willing to try.

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, baby.” Her breath seeped from her lungs at the tenderness of his kiss and his touch, and then she felt him grip her wrists in both hands, bringing them to her waist. “We’re going to explore this right now, and if you feel like you need me to slow down or give you a break, you say,
yellow
. If you need to stop completely, you say,
red
.
Red
is your safe word, Sidney. I will stop whatever I’m doing no matter what if you say
red
.”

“Okay,” she said, realizing that she had just agreed to let him have control of her body for the time being, and that he wanted to have sex out here in the open, on his friend’s land.

“Sir,” he reprimanded softly. “When we’re playing you will call me,
Sir
.”

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked out nervously. She almost giggled at how strange it sounded but held her tongue as Xavier began to loop the bungee cord around her wrists in a figure-eight pattern.

When her hands were secured together, he led her a few feet over to the side of the motorcycle. He made quick work of bending her over the side so that her breasts rested on the seat of the bike and her denim-covered ass was high in the air. Her hands were now secured somehow to the footrest on the other side of the bike so that she was laid out like a virgin sacrifice.

His hand skimmed down her spine and over her backside until it reached the split of her ass cheeks. He increased the pressure of his fingers as he followed the seam of her jeans down her crack and up between her thighs, where he then danced them over the damp material there.

“You’re already wet for me. Being tied up turns you on,” he said.

“No, being tied up by
you
turns me on,” she whispered, and she shivered as he pushed her T-shirt up over her bent back so that he could unhook her bra.

His hands slipped between her and the leather bike seat to lift the soft satin cups away from her engorged nipples so that he could pinch them between his fingertips. A low moan slipped from her throat, and she arched her back, pushing her nipple deeper into his grasp. He cupped her breast and squeezed hard, making her whimper as pain shot through her. His soft hush quieted her, and she realized that the pain was swiftly turning into a warm heat that spread from her breast down to her moist pussy.

His hand smoothed down her ribs to her twitching abdomen where he ran his callused fingertip around the rim of her belly button. She had never felt anything so erotic, and she gasped, gripping the metal footrest tightly in her hands, letting the weight of her body settle more heavily on the bike. The butter-soft leather of the seat under her naked, swollen breasts sent tremors through her as his fingers released the button and zipper on her jeans.

He tugged the tight denim down over her hips, leaving her clad only in the tiny purple G-string that Tyce had picked out for her. It matched the luxurious, purple satin bra that was now bunched at her neckline.

“That’s fucking hot, baby. I almost wish I could strip you naked just to see those luscious, long legs of yours, but I’ll settle for your ass. You have got the hottest ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to turn it pink.”

With no warning the flat of his palm landed firmly on the curve of her ass cheek with a loud smacking sound.

“Ouch!” she yelped, and she jerked her body upward hard enough to hurt her still-bound wrists. “What the hell?”

“That’s not your safe word. Do you want to stop?” he asked from behind her. He was out of her line of sight, but his large hand still rubbed the tingling skin of her rear.

For just a moment she considered ending this whole thing, but the gruff tone of his voice was more of an aphrodisiac than anything she had ever experienced. He was finding pleasure in this, and if she admitted it to herself, she was, too. She was more startled by the spanking than actually hurt, and she wanted to see if she could handle more.

“No, Sir,” she said softly.

“Good girl. You can take this spanking, and I think you’ll find out how much you can enjoy it. I love seeing you bent over my bike with your ass exposed and your hands tied. You can’t stop me from doing whatever I want to you,” he said as he skimmed his hand down the insides of her thighs and back up the outside all the way to her tailbone.

His hand lifted away for a brief second and then landed with another loud crack on the opposite cheek. This time instead of crying out, she moaned, and she felt her own body curve up into his hand. It was freeing to know that in this position Xavier could do anything he wanted to her, but all he seemed to want to do was give her pleasure.

She was rewarded for her submission by a series of slaps to her ass in a varying pattern so that she never knew what to expect from him. He kept her off-kilter, and she could feel her own arousal creeping higher and higher until she was on the verge of a climax. He hadn’t even touched her dripping pussy, and she was close to falling over the edge.

“Xavier!” she whimpered, and his hand gripped her hair, tugging her head upward as he moved into her line of sight.

“What did you call me?” he asked, and she felt her cheeks grow pinker.

“Sir…I meant Sir!”

“Yes, baby?”

“Please? I–I need…” She swallowed hard as he stared into her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud, but she knew he would expect it.

“What do you need, baby?”

She hesitated, and he gently released her hair, letting her head drop again. His hand landed on her ass in the hardest smack he had given her, and she choked on her gasp.

“Don’t hide from me, Sidney. What do you need from me?” he said harshly, and she felt tears fill her eyes.

“I need you, Sir! I need you to touch me!”

“My pleasure, baby.” His hands snaked underneath the thin string of her panties, and she heard more than felt the snap as he yanked them free of her body. Once her pussy was bare, his fingers slid through her dripping folds straight to her swollen clit, and the first brush of skin against nerves had her shuddering. “Is this what you wanted, Sidney? My fingers in your cunt?”

“Yes, please!” she moaned as she rocked her hips backward, silently begging for more. She desperately wanted to feel his cock impaling her, but he continued to torment her with butterfly-soft strokes on her clit.

“You took your spanking well, and you loved it. I can’t even tell you how much that turns me on, baby. I want to fuck you while you’re tied down, and when I do I want to hear you scream my name.”

She was surprised to find that his dirty words were increasing her desire. Her only experience with dirty talking was when Robert had called her names as he forced her to take him. This situation felt nothing like that. She was submitting to Xavier of her own free will. He was only taking what she was willing to give, and it made her want to give it even more.

“Yes, I want that, too, Sir,” she begged as he finally sunk his thick fingers into her aching pussy. He didn’t waste any time in setting up a rhythm for her, and before she knew it, she was wailing out his name as she exploded on his thrusting fingers. His movements slowed, allowing her to come back down from the stratosphere slowly, and when he finally withdrew his hand, she was relaxed and pliant.

She didn’t even startle when he grazed his slick fingers over her anus, wetting it before he pressed inward. Her muscles tightened instinctively, and he stopped pushing forward. He just waited with one hand on her hip to hold her still and one hand resting in the crack of her ass, one finger halfway inside of her. As she adjusted to the feeling she began to crave more. She wanted the fullness of his prick in her pussy, and as much as she liked his finger in her ass, she found herself wanting something bigger there as well.

“Sir, please! I need your cock!” she begged, hoping that by remembering to phrase her desires correctly, she would be rewarded with what she desired the most.

“Oh, you’re going to get it, but first I want to play with this pretty asshole. Open up to me, baby. Relax, and press back…That’s it…Good girl. Sidney, you are so sexy.” His voice tightened as his finger pressed all the way into her and then eased back out. His slow pressure began to quicken as once again her body led her and she began rocking back onto his finger.

She heard the zipper of his jeans and tipped her head a little. All she could see through the metal pieces of the bike in front of her eyes were his legs, and they were still encased in his jeans. It dawned on her though that he was pushing them down as they began to bunch around his calves, and her excitement jumped. If his pants were down, then his cock was out, and she wanted that rock-hard rod buried to the hilt in her body.

He seemed to read her mind as he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock between her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. She felt her own ass bobbing as she tried to coax him to thrust into her, but a sharp smack on her ass made her freeze.

“Hey!” she gasped.

“You won’t top from the bottom, baby. I’m not fucking you until I’m damn well ready. I love driving you crazy with desire and knowing that when I finally get inside of you, you’re going to fucking explode.”

She let her eyes drift closed as his sexy words sunk in. He was doing all of this for her pleasure as much as for his own. It took her only a moment to realize that she actually held the control. If she said her safe word, he would stop right now. No matter what, she knew he would respect that safe word.

“Xavier—Sir?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you,” she said softly, and he groaned loudly. She screamed as he thrust his cock so deep inside of her that she choked like he was touching her throat.

His thrusts were rough and passionate, and she could feel his thickness stretching her pussy muscles to the brink of their capacity. He had two fingers in her ass now, and he set a rhythm up between the two so that she was never empty. Over and over, he thrust in and out of her. She fell over the edge of one climax, just to find herself swirling through the vortex of another.

Her body shook violently, and her hands gripped the metal footrest so tightly she was sure she would have imprints on them for days. Her breasts chaffed roughly across the leather seat, and her head began to spin. Whether the dizziness was from being upside down for so long or from the constant state of orgasm she couldn’t be sure, but she refused to complain.