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She stood and made her way to him again. “Hands behind your
back.”

He complied quickly, curious to discover what she had
planned. His gaze fell to the bag again. Amusement tumbled through the room as
her fingernails ran down his back.

“You aren’t ready for that bag, my pet.” Warm breath fell
across the back of his neck. “The first facet of this game is trust. Once you
trust fully you can surrender fully, take pleasure in the fact that I alone
will decide what you do and don’t enjoy. From now on you speak only when I say
you may. If you want to stop you simply say so. Understood?”

Oh yeah.
Pretty sure the question was a trick, he
remained silent. This might be his first time doing this sort of thing, but
mind play was what he’d excelled at for years. Reading physical cues and
mannerisms had been his ticket to cinch a woman’s pleasure, even when she might
not be the sort to say what she wanted.

“Very good. You’re a fast learner. I like that.” She paused
before him and met his gaze. “Keep your eyes on the floor. I will tell you when
you’ve earned the right to look at me.”

Shock kept him from complying fast enough. Her eyebrows
lifted in a hint of amusement. “You will learn not to challenge my authority.
Failure to obey will merit punishment and I have much better things planned for
our time together tonight.”

He looked down at the carpet.

“Now, lean forward until the side of your face touches the
carpet, hands still behind your back.”

The position felt awkward. He closed his eyes as the
embarrassment of his junk hanging out flooded his awareness.

“Good.” She circled him a couple of times and paused behind
him. He jumped when she swatted his ass hard. “Tell me. Have you ever been
spanked?”

The question made his pulse race harder. Her hand rubbed his
ass cheeks slowly.

“Everyone’s been spanked at one point or another.”

“Now you know I wasn’t talking about those spare the rod,
spoil the child moments so many of us endured.” She whacked his ass again and
he closed his eyes as the sting sank beneath his skin and surged lust to his
balls.

She continued swatting, then rubbing, until he lost
semblance of how much time had passed. His dick ached almost more than his ass.

“You may sit up.” She moved to stand before him. “Hands
still behind your back, but spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

Obedience came easily. His dick throbbed with a need to
please her, a need to see this through. A moment’s shame flickered through his
thoughts as her gaze swept down to the evidence of his arousal.

“You enjoyed the spanking, I see.”

He swallowed the reply he knew he didn’t have permission to
give. His pulse raced with the awareness that he had no idea what she intended
to do next.

She knelt beside him. “Lean forward. Rest your weight on
your hands so that you’re on all fours.”

His muscles appreciated the switch in positions. Heat spread
across his skin wherever she touched him, down his back, his thigh. His ass.
Around his hip.

He sucked in a breath when she wrapped her skillful hand
around his thick shaft, touching and dragging out the need along his dick with
each stroke of her skilled fingers. The sensations alternated—a well-placed
strike to his ass, a pump of his dick.

She rubbed his balls. “Very nice. Extremely responsive.”

He was on the edge of the best climax he’d had in a long
time. He could feel the release building in his nuts, beneath the coaxing
fingers honing in on exactly where he needed to be touched the most. The play
ended just when he was about to explode.

He stifled his curse of disappointment and remained silent.
Holy shit.

She went to the bed and he could hear her rifling through
the bag, but he kept his gaze cast downward like he’d been told. Doing so was
hard as hell but he was rewarded a few moments later when her fingers wrapped
around his shaft once again and pumped, then squeezed until the ache in his
balls was almost too intense to handle.

“You won’t come until I have given you permission.” She
swatted his ass once again. “Since this is your first time I have something to
help you remain obedient. Sit up for me.”

Anticipation threaded through curiosity when she showed him
a ring of some sort. She lubricated it and worked it down his shaft. The snug
sensation made him groan.

“Good. You like that.” She rubbed his balls for a few
moments. “Let’s see what you think about this.”

A second ring he hadn’t seen stretched from the one around
his dick and now gripped his balls in a vise of need. Tension corded along his
muscles as he acclimated to the sensation.

He didn’t realize he’d moved his hands until she slapped his
ass. “I didn’t give you permission to move.”

Something about being so exposed and vulnerable to a virtual
stranger—one still fully clothed—sated a compulsion within him, a desire he
hadn’t fully acknowledged. It answered a primal need for a darker, deeper
connection than he normally allowed himself with other women. He slid deeper
into the submission, into the space where all he needed to do was accept the
woman’s ministrations and enjoy.

“Very good.” Tyler watched her leather skirt fall to the
floor. Not looking up was almost impossible but he knew the reward would be
worth the wait.

She stepped closer and he breathed deep, inhaling her scent
as his own. If he leaned forward just a little bit he could taste her arousal.
Was she turned-on by what they’d done?

“You may look at and please your Mistress with your mouth
only. No hands.”

Challenge accepted.

He relished the shiver beneath his mouth as he kissed and
licked a trail up her inner thigh. Even though he wanted to spend a long time
enjoying her, her hand threaded through his hair and tugged upward until his
face was pressed against a red thong, damp with her arousal.

He groaned and flicked his tongue across the material. He
could slide the unwanted barrier down her thighs with his teeth easily enough
but he liked the idea of sliding his tongue beneath the material. She moaned
her approval when he did so.

Her arousal coated the tip of his tongue. He grunted and
went to work bringing the panty down her thighs. Impatience mandated he have
her totally bare. The moment she was he began working his magic. This was
something he knew he excelled at.

He darted and delved along and in her pussy and then made
his way to her clit. It was swollen with need. He tormented it with a few licks
before sucking with just enough force to make her tense. She pushed on his head
until he slid into her moist heat. She rode his tongue as her release overcame
her.

She held him against her a few moments and then sighed. “Not
bad.”

He’d rocked her world and they both knew it but he remained
silent and settled back into his kneeling position. His dick ached.

She motioned toward the bed. “Lie down. I think you’ve
earned a reward.”

Time slowed to a crawl while he waited for her to accompany
him on the bed. She circled him, her gaze roving across his naked body. She
leaned down and pulled something from the bag.

Scarves?

She straddled his waist and reached a hand behind her. He
groaned when she grasped his dick. “I’m looking forward to feeling this buried
inside me.”

He wanted to say something—anything that would make her end
the torment and impale herself on his shaft. “It will be a pleasure to be
inside you.”

“Mmm, not bad. But remember, no talking.” She shifted her
weight on him and he stifled a primal urge to grab her hips and take what he
needed, wanted.

But this wasn’t about him being in control. She sat there
regarding him as if she knew he was waging an unspoken war. He relaxed beneath
her. Pleasure pumped through his veins when she smiled softly.

“Good. Now, hands above your head.”

The scarves were soft around his wrists but he tugged on
them anyway to test their strength. Anticipation hummed within his veins as he
regarded her.

“I’d hoped to do so much more with you but I think this is
just enough to make you want even more next time, isn’t it?” When he didn’t
respond immediately, she added. “You may speak.”

“What’s stopping you now?” She shivered when he moved
beneath her and drew his dick along her pussy, taunting her with the reminder
that he was hard and ready for her.

“It’s a good thing I’d already decided to enjoy your cock
inside me or you’d be in big trouble. A move like that would get you spanked,
maybe flogged until you remembered who’s in control.”

“Forgive me, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that a lot. And, yes, there will
be a next time. I want to heat this sexy skin of yours up with my flogger. But
tonight I just need a good, long ride.”

She leaned down and flicked her tongue across his nipple.
She pinched the other one until he gasped at the sensation. “So responsive.”

Pleasure spiraled through him, coalescing with the lust
gathered in his nuts as she rolled a condom on him. She sank down onto his cock
without any other warning. Her hands flexed on his stomach as she rode him. A
growl escaped him when she paused and ran her hand along his shaft.

“I love the way my juices feel on your dick. Let’s see how
long you can hold out.” His hips shot off the bed when she removed the cock
ring from his nuts. Her other hand rubbed the sensitive flesh.

There was no way he was lasting much longer. The tight
sheath gripping him taunted him with a slow gait when what he wanted, needed more
than anything, was a hard, fast pounding. She slowed the tempo and laughed
softly.

“Settle down, cowboy. You’re almost there. Let me enjoy my
ride.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered shut and she threw her head
back and continued her sensuous slide up and down his dick. Her orgasm shook
him like no woman’s had but he was swept away by his own release before he
could think about anything else.

She collapsed on him. Labored breath rolled across his
chest. This was usually when the knot in his stomach formed—the moment he
walked away from whatever he’d just enjoyed before they could leave him. It was
a dance he’d gotten good at and one he loathed more than anything.

But relationships weren’t meant for guys like him. He had a
career a lot of women couldn’t understand. That compounded an already difficult
fact—he was drawn to situations like this where the stakes were raised beyond
physical gratification. The connections formed with the women he shared
intimate moments like this with fed a hunger within him for a deeper, more
meaningful bond he had yet to find for longer than a few months at a time.

She undid his restraints and cuddled beside him. “So, what
did you think?”

“That was hot.”

“Good. I look forward to doing it again. If you’re a good
boy I might even let you take control.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” She traced an invisible path down his chest to his
stomach. “I have a lot of things I’d like to play out. I’m sure you do too.”

“That sounds like heaven to me, sweetheart.” He laughed.
“You know, this is embarrassing because it’s never happened but I don’t know
your name.”

She grinned. “You think you’ve earned it, huh?”

“You know it.” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her
forehead. “So tell me the name of the angel who just rocked my world.”

“Rebecca Hollen.” She kissed his chest. “You can call me
Becca.”

Jason’s mind settled into the present as the fog of regret
from a past he couldn’t undo, resurrect or alter streamed through his mind like
a phantom. “She was a hell of a woman.”

“Yeah she was.”

“You ever think about the night of Ethan’s party?”

“Yeah. Kind of hard not to wonder if things could’ve been
prevented.”

“Yeah.” The need for levity made him shift the subject. “I
remember Ethan’s parties like they were yesterday.”

“I fucked a lot of chicks at his parties.”

“I was always on the sofa with a bunch of girls just
massaging away. That ecstasy was some good shit.”

“What happened to Ethan?”

“He finished med school I think.”

Tyler leaned forward in his chair. Incredulity reflected in
his face. “Med school? No shit? Ethan’s a doctor?”

“He became a chiropractor.”

“Chiropractor?” Tyler shouted. “That ain’t no doctor!”

“Well he has a diploma that has doctor in front of his
name.” Jason shrugged. All those dudes with the white jackets and shit were all
the same to him.

“That’s like saying a guy who shampoos the dog is a vet.”

Jason laughed.

“That’s like saying a massage therapist is a doctor,” Tyler
stated.

“I think becoming a chiropractor is way more studying and
harder.”

“All that means is they charge more.”

“They do overcharge.”

Tyler was quiet for a moment then his voice rose. “How the
fuck did he pass any tests? All he ever did was smoke and play video games.”

“Well it did take him eight years. Anyways, it doesn’t
matter. I heard he got fired at his first job for trying to get a hot young
patient to crack his bone.”

Tyler laughed. “That sounds like Ethan.”

Jason couldn’t help but think about the friend who’d always
been the life of the party until the night that changed so much. “He never
really got over what happened. I think he carried around his own baggage about
what he could’ve done differently that night.”

* * * * *

“Is he there?”

“Who, Jeanie? I gave up mind reading a few years ago.” Jason
glanced at his watch then sighed. “Aren’t you married types supposed to be in
bed before midnight watching the news and shit?”

The redhead with her lips suctioned around his dick halted
mid-throat but Jason grasped the back of her neck and thrust forward. His shaft
buried in her moist heat stifled the moan she emitted.

“If I knew where my husband was I wouldn’t be calling you.”
She sniffled and Jason closed his eyes.

Whatever you do, don’t imagine her crying. This isn’t
your business. Stay the fuck out of it.

He tried to focus on the sultry lips drawing him closer and
closer to release. Music thumped in the background, partially drowning the
party raging on. Ethan knew how to throw a hell of a party—even if it was for
his own birthday.

“I know y’all have your bro code or whatever but I’m worried
about him. We had a terrible fight, Jase.” The distinct sniffle unsettled him.

“He probably went and grabbed a beer somewhere. He hasn’t
been around any of our parties in a while.” Since the wedding. “Shit, it’s been
a couple of years since some of the guys have even seen his ass.”

“I knew it was a longshot. Please look out for him, just in
case.”

The line went dead before he could respond. He tossed the
phone down on the sofa beside him and leaned his head back. Eyes closed, he
focused on the redhead. But his mind replayed the sniffles, the fear he’d heard
earlier.

Son of a bitch.

He made his apologies to Marcy and wound his way over to
Ethan, who had a cluster of people congregating around him. “Hey, man, have you
seen Dan around?”

The guy grinned and took a swig of his beer before
answering. “Dan? I haven’t seen that dude in ages. He must still be leg
shackled to the marital bed.”

That was an image he didn’t need in his brain. “The old lady
called looking for him.”

“Ah, trouble in paradise,” Anthony joked.

“He just wants the hot makeup sex,” Lamar added. “Speaking
of hot sex, I gotta go hunt Tyler down. He needed my help with something.”

Jason made his way to the backyard where all the intense
action was taking place. Summertime in Dallas meant string bikinis, swimming
pools and endless possibilities. People he didn’t recognize lingered around the
pool in various stages of undress.

Dan was perched on the edge of the hot tub between two
scantily clad ladies but his mind was obviously elsewhere. He stared into the
bubbling water before him as if an answer to a question only he knew could rise
from the depths.

Jason recognized the women as regulars at the club—heavy
tippers of Ethan’s. He smiled at them and they took the looming lack of
conversation as a hint to vacate. Plopping himself down on the opposite side of
Dan, he slid his feet into the warm bubbles and took a swig of his beer.

“I just got done telling your wifey that you don’t come
around these parties anymore.”

Dan shrugged. “She’ll probably be here soon enough to change
everything. You know there’s only one way to do shit—her way. God fucking
forbid you don’t listen.”

Trouble in paradise wasn’t in his wheelhouse. “You know,
Lamar or one of them could probably help you more than me, man. They’ve done
that married thing.”

Dan chuckled. “Oh yeah, I’m real good with taking marital
advice from Lamar. He’s been married three times? Or is it four? I lose track.
Oh I remember. We decided it was three and a half because the last one only
lasted a week.”

“Yeah, that’s right. We told him he’d qualify for the
frequent groom discount now.” Jason took another sip and then set his beer
down.

“I didn’t think it’d be so tough having someone around 24/7.
And Vanessa. God help me but sometimes I wish to hell we hadn’t had her. What the
hell do I know about being a dad?” Dan shook his head and kicked at the water.
“Man, you should see Jeanie in action. She’s a hell of a mom.”

“I’m sure.” She was probably a hell of a wife too.

“I don’t deserve her.” He looked over at Jason. “You know, I
never apologized for the way things went down when we got engaged.”

“Nothing to apologize for.”

“Come on, man. It’s just the two of us. Let’s call it the
way it was. I was an ass that night I showed you the ring and told you I was
gonna propose. I knew she was seeing you too and I couldn’t stand it.” He
sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if she regrets choosing me.”

“You’re delusional. A blind man could see how much she loves
you.” The need to air the dirty laundry of the past spurred his confession.
“And for the record, we hadn’t been hooking up right around that time. We did
once but then I knew it wasn’t a good idea to bang the girl my manager was
interested in.”

“You’re a hell of a guy, man.”

“So are you. I’m sure you’ve got that
Father of the Year
coffee mug sealed up by now.”

“Well, marriage and kids changes shit, you know? You sort of
lose most of yourself and you become a vat of diaper changes, sleepless nights
and sexless weeks. I wanted to make her happy, man, but I see her staring off
at the distance sometimes and wonder if she really is.”

“Shit, man, she’s probably exhausted. Vanessa’s a handful
just like her dad.”

Dan grinned enough to light up his face. “Yeah she is.”

“I think you need to get your ass home and take care of your
woman. Talk to her about this shit ’cause she’s the only one who can help you.”
Jason pointed at the couples fucking in the swimming pool. “Being around this
crap isn’t solving anything.”

“Wow. That’s deep.”

“Fuck you.” Jason laughed. “You know I’ll always have your
back, man.”

“Yeah.” Dan looked away. “I really am sorry about the way
shit went down. I know Jeanie gave you shit the last time you were over at the
house. If it’s worth anything, I think she misses your visits. You should come
hang with us Sunday. I’ll barbeque.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He paused for a moment and thought
on the anger in Jeanie’s voice when she’d caught him at their house high. “Get
your shit together, man. Whatever issues you’re having can be fixed but you’ve
gotta put the time into it. That means none of the bullshit we used to do. Like
these parties and the indulgences.”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to clean up but it’s tough. That
shit’s rough to get off of.”

Jason knew Dan had messed around with some of the harder
shit but hadn’t thought about the aftermath of giving it up. “You know we’re
here for you, man.”

He nodded. “Think I’ll hang around for a little longer. I’ll
give Jeanie a call and let her know where I’m at and that you found me. That
should cool the situation down some.”

Crisis averted, Jason headed back into the house in search
of the redhead he’d blown off earlier. She’d been a little pissed about the way
he’d walked away but with enough time he could make it up to her.

* * * * *

“You sure you want to do this?”

Lamar’s question rattled Tyler’s decision but he knew it was
what he wanted. “Becca’s a hell of a woman. I want to do this for her.”

He’d secured one of Ethan’s extra bedrooms for a little
role-play action tonight. Of course, he hadn’t shared the exact plan with
Becca. All she knew was that they were going to have some fun.

“Fair enough. If shit starts going south just give me a
signal and I’ll bail.”

A foreign emotion churned in his gut as he stood in the
hallway, telling himself this was a good thing. Becca had wanted to have a
ménage with another guy for quite a while. With everything they’d done
together—and everything she’d done for him—he could do this.

Hell, he’d done a woman with another guy before. He couldn’t
understand why the idea of sharing Becca with anyone bothered him so much until
he’d accepted that unidentified thing chewing his insides was jealousy.

Love.

He loved her.

He’d finally found the woman who could accept him. The real
him.

After tonight he intended to make things right.

“Let’s do this.”

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. She sat in
the middle of the bed wearing a thin, white-lace teddy that made all the blood
drain to his cock. Shock radiated on her face when Lamar stepped in.

The man was built like a tank. He could make the biggest men
step back. A pretty red rose in her cheeks but she made no move to cover
herself. Her legs were spread wide and her discarded panty sat on the bed
beside her. One of her hands moved between her legs. Tyler angled to the side
so he could watch her fingers dip into her gorgeous pussy.

“I didn’t realize we were having company.” There it was. The
phrase they’d both agreed would signal their mutual acceptance to fulfill her
darkest desire—a ménage with two men.

He recalled the times they’d spoken of her fantasy—the one
where he shared her with a guy she didn’t know. He armed his voice with
authority. “I owe Lamar here some money and when we got to talking about it we
agreed there was a much better way to work the debt off.”

Her eyes widened and Lamar choked off a chuckle. Yeah, Tyler
probably should’ve mentioned there was a little method acting being padded onto
the beginning of this. Tyler and she had always liked to up the ante a little
bit, incite a little mental play into the bedroom whenever they could. Tonight
he’d play along with one of the fantasies she’s always had. “Come over and show
Lamar what a good girl you can be.”

She crawled over to the edge of the bed and chewed on her
lower lip as she looked at Lamar then over at Tyler. Pride swept through Tyler
when she reached for him first.

As she began undoing his jeans he nodded at his friend. The
quicker this went down, the better. Lamar grabbed her hips and positioned her
ass until it was in front of him. This put her cattycornered on the end of the
bed.

“You get this pussy nice and wet just for me?” Lamar asked.

“I-I didn’t know we were going to have company.”

Tyler pulled on her hair and claimed her lips in a heated
kiss. The passion surging between them almost made him forget Lamar was there.
He severed the connection and pushed downward until her hands continued their
work of removing his jeans.

Her mouth was hot pleasure sliding up and down on his dick.
The vibrations of her moans made their way to his balls. He knew without
looking that Lamar was playing with her pussy and clit. She always mewled so
sexily when Tyler did that.

A few moments of pumping down her sweet throat and Tyler
knew he was closer than he should be. Lamar nodded, as if sensing the buildup
of need within the room. They’d worked in tandem to turn Becca into a molten
bundle of nerves.

Lamar sheathed his cock with a condom and slid into Becca’s
pussy in one deep stroke. She cried out against Tyler’s dick. Her nails dug
into his ass cheeks. When her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed up at him his
heart stopped.

Trust and love reflected there. The emotions settled in him,
setting up residence and owning his soul like no one else had. She’d confessed
her love weeks ago. Why the hell he’d waited to do the same was beyond his
understanding right now.

She was everything he’d been seeking night after night.
Tomorrow he’d tell her. Tomorrow he’d forge a new path for them. Together.

He erupted in her mouth and groaned as she kissed and played
with his balls until the last of his release coated her tongue. Lamar continued
fucking her pussy. Tyler leaned down and kissed her.

She clung to him with each moan and gasp. He nibbled on her
earlobe. “Come for me, beautiful sweetheart.”

He felt her orgasm in the slight shudder of her body as he
kissed her. Lamar groaned. “Fuck that’s hot, man.”

Tyler blocked out Lamar as he finished off and did as they’d
agreed—left without making awkward-moment-after conversation. Becca collapsed
on the bed with a grin on her face as she looked up.