Rich stepped around to the front of the frame. “If someone wants to come, someone has to give us each a blow job first.”
“Yes, Sir!” Hell, she’d agree to them DPing her on the kitchen counter in front of every damn person there if it meant they’d let her come.
Rich went first, Nick still teasing and tormenting her with the Hitachi while Rich held onto the cradle keeping her head in place and started fucking her mouth. With her hands immobilized, all she could do was lie there and moan, attempt to use her lips and tongue to coax an orgasm out of him while Nick alternated smacking her with a cane and using the vibrator on her.
Subspace had not only rushed in, it had sent her to that sweet, muffled bliss where the entire world disappeared temporarily, where nothing existed outside the tight, secure circle of her and her two men and what they were busy doing to her right now.
Bliss…
She was moaning again from yet another denial by Nick when Rich gasped.
“Yes!” He flooded her mouth with his cum, holding his cock deep in her throat as she swallowed over and over again. Then she was licking, sucking his softening cock, trying to coax every last drop out of his balls and maybe even get him hard again.
He stroked her hair. “Good girl.” He pulled free and tucked his cock back into his shorts before swapping places with Nick.
Nick stepped in front of her, taking a moment to stroke her hair much the way Rich had. Then he unzipped, circling the base of his cock with his fingers before holding it up to her waiting, open lips.
“Ready for another mouthful, baby?”
“Yes, Sir!”
He eased his cock in slowly, teasing, withdrawing and thrusting in only a little while Rich started in again with the Hitachi and what felt like a riding crop.
She was going to have a hella sore ass tomorrow, and she knew she’d love every second of it. Especially wiggling as she sat down to feel the marks she knew she’d be sporting there.
Finally, Nick started fucking her mouth in earnest, a little harder, deeper than his brother had, while at her other end Rich was being especially devious with the vibrator, alternating impacts with brief contacts from the vibrator, almost encouraging her to rock against her restraints in an attempt to get both.
The pain always made the pleasure sweeter. She wasn’t a pain slut, but she had discovered vanilla sex just didn’t do it for her any longer.
“Ooh, our poor girl,” Nick teased. “Desperate to come, needing a good, strong orgasm.”
She whined in the affirmative around his cock.
Rich picked up the pace and strength of the beatings, apparently sensing his brother was close to coming. Because as soon as Nick’s cock blew a load of cum into her mouth, Rich pressed the Hitachi to her clit and quickly, relentlessly smacked her with a paddle.
She screamed around Nick’s cock, glad it was there to muffle her cries as she rode the tsunami around and through and back again, twisting and turning, pleasure and pain no longer identifiable, one starting where the other ended and circling back again into an erotic Möbius strip she hoped she never lost sight of.
“Aaannnd now we’ve got her where we want her,” Nick joked as she started rolling through round number two of her orgasms.
* * * *
Tilly and Cali watched the festivities unfolding before them. Chelbie was strapped into one of Max and Sean’s prototype Doom bondage frames, getting her ass smacked by Rich while he kept a Hitachi vibrator pressed against her clit and Nick had his cock shoved up her mouth.
Tilly leaned in toward Cali. “I’m glad they didn’t make any more of the neon green frames.”
Cali shuddered. “Me, too. That was a hideous color. And it’s the last time Max tries to save a buck, too.”
“Good. So what’s the next kinky picture going to be? I heard something about a human piñata?”
“I guess you didn’t see the website today, huh?”
Tilly giggled. “No. Show me.”
Cali retrieved her phone from the kitchen counter and pulled up the website.
There, in a banner under the header, was a Photoshopped Baxter (sans sombrero) standing next to a trussed up Sean and looking up at him.
Tilly clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her bray of laughter. “Holy fuck, I thought Easter was a scream!”
“
Don’t
mention Easter to me,” Cali darkly warned.
“Oh, come
on
. That was
hysterical
! You
have
to admit that.”
“There was nothing hysterical about Sean wearing bunny ears and tied up with what looked like a pile of chocolate eggs popping out of his ass.”
“But come
on
. The look on Baxter’s face was priceless!”
“That was the look of scorn he gave us for sticking the Easter bunny ears on him. We Photoshopped him into the picture. He kept trying to swat Sean in the balls.”
More snickers from Tilly. “Didn’t you say that image got you more hits than any of the others?”
“But not for the right reasons! The idiots couldn’t have used the plastic colored eggs. No, they had to use chocolate ones.”
Tilly snorted. “It. Was. Funny.”
“Not in the good way.” She shut her phone off and set it back on the counter.
Loren knew Ross had some overtly kinky ideas up his sleeves for the evening, but she’d already put the kibosh on any thought he might have had about volunteering her for human piñata status.
Was.
Not.
Happening.
Not that she honestly thought he’d let anyone else actually take a whack at her, but to be honest, from the moment they’d arrived at the party and she’d spotted Tilly, she had tried to maneuver her friend into a secluded corner to talk. She knew that look on Tilly’s face all too well.
There was something bothering her best friend, and she knew she needed to talk with her.
Loren also suspected what that something was, based on what they’d talked about a few weeks earlier on their way home from St. Pete after having lunch with Clarisse and several other friends.
Finally, there was a lull where everyone was either watching Chelbie and her men playing together, or watching Ray and Oot put kitten through her paces on the Sybian. Loren was able to hook an arm through Tilly’s and pull her into the back bedroom, where she shut and locked the door.
“Talk to me, sweetie.”
Tilly sank onto the bed. “I think I’m talked out.”
Loren sat next to her, draping an arm around her so Tilly could rest her head on Loren’s shoulder. “Did you talk to Landry and Cris?”
“Yes. I know I have no rights to bitch about my life and the way it turned out and where I am today. I’m lucky. I get it. But…”
Loren knew that feeling well. “But we didn’t get to choose how we got here.”
“Exactly.”
“Are you going to go ahead and do it, then?”
“Probably. I don’t know. I haven’t decided for sure yet. I keep waffling. Not what I wanted to do, but everyone’s right. The doctor, Landry, Cris. Every month it’s worse, and it’s only going to keep getting worse. It’s one more way the fucker wins if I keep suffering.”
“Stop trying to frame this in terms of winning and losing. This is your life, your happiness we’re talking about.”
“I know.”
“What else is going on? I know it’s more than just that. What aren’t you telling me?”
She drew in a deep, ragged sigh. “It’s the anniversary of my mom’s death this weekend.”
Dammit
. Loren had at one time known that date, while she and Ross were first responsible for Tilly after Cris had left her.
She’d totally forgotten. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Tilly crumbled, no remnant of her tough facade remaining. “I have all of this, I have the guys, I have a good life, nice things. And I don’t get to take care of her the way she tried so damn hard to take care of me. Where was her happy ending? The man she thought she loved is the one who raped and abused me. She died feeling guilty and responsible and I didn’t blame her for it. I didn’t even get to tell her one last time that I loved her.”
Loren wrapped both arms around Tilly, holding her, comforting her while she wept, stroking her hair. “You just have to figure out a way to come to peace with it in your heart. I don’t have an answer for you. You have nothing to feel guilty about. You’ve been through a lot of shit in your life, stuff that most people would have thrown their hands up over by now and said fuck it, I’m done. You’ve clawed and scratched your way back from the emotional brink several times in your life, mostly alone. Now you have two guys who love you and want to be there for you. Let them. Lean on them.”
“I know.”
“And quit worrying about some damn tough-guy image you think you need to live up to. We’re your friends. We love you for who you are, not who you think you need to be for us.”
Loren heard a soft knock on the door. “Tilly?”
Landry.
Loren looked at Tilly, who nodded.
Loren got up and let Landry—and Cris—in. They both wore worried expressions.
She closed the door behind them, locking it again before returning to sit on the bed next to her friend with her arm around her shoulders again.
Both men dropped to their knees in front of Tilly, each one taking a hand.
“Love, do you wish to go home?” Landry asked.
She sniffled. “No, I just need some time to get my head screwed back on straight, is all.”
“It’s the anniversary of her mom’s death,” Loren said.
Cris winced. “Dammit. I’m sorry, Redbird. I forgot.”
“That’s fifteen for you,” Landry drawled at him. “And another five for not making sure it’s on my calendar as well.”
Tilly poked Landry in the chest. “Overruled.” She sniffled again. “No cane strokes for that. I was trying
not
to think about it. I was hoping it’d be easier for me this year, with everything else kind of stabilized and smoothed out in our lives. It finally just hit me really hard when I wasn’t expecting it, and I didn’t want to ruin tonight for anyone.
Loren kissed her on the forehead. “Do you want some private time with your guys?”
“Yeah, I think so. Thanks.”
“No problem. That’s what friends are for.” She stood and walked over to the door. “I’ll lock it behind me and sort of keep watch so no one bugs you guys.
“Thank you, Loren,” Landry told her. “You are a blessing. You truly are.”
“Yeah, well, you just keep remembering that. Both of you. You don’t get her cheered up soon, you’ll be dealing with me.”
She locked the door and pulled it shut behind her, glancing around.
No one at the party seemed the wiser.
She got engaged in a conversation with Gilo and Abbey, who were standing nearby in the living room. A few minutes later, Ross walked up and nibbled on the side of her neck.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Can’t play right now, Sir.”
He frowned. “Why not?”
She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the door. “Tilly needs some privacy with her guys. Talking.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear the basics.
“Oh. Oh, shit. Jesus, I’m stupid. I totally forgot.”
“Shh.” She glanced over where Abbey and Gilo were now talking with Sean about the latest Baxter pics posted on their website.
“Sorry,” Ross whispered. He turned, his back to the door, and studied the room. “I’ll stand guard with you. We’ll distract anyone.”
She hooked her arm through his. “Good plan, Sir.”
“I have one every so often.”
Essie wouldn’t deny the Sybian intrigued her. Finally, after a lot of mental back and forth over it, she let her men talk her into using it.
The doctor had assured her that, as long as she was comfortable and she had no other complications, she was free to engage in sex as often and in whatever way she wanted.
Her men, obviously, had eased way back on the impact play with her, although their impact play hadn’t been very intense to start with in the grander scheme of things. Their play had always lain closer to the tamer end of the scale when comparing their exploits to those of some of their friends.
Excluding the poly component of their dynamic, they were downright vanilla by some standards.
Especially now.
Which wasn’t a problem for her. Their particular dynamic had been more rooted in the relationship aspect than in the actual impact play.
Who wouldn’t want three hunky, dominant men taking charge, especially in bed, and keeping her happily in hand? Not that they were domineering, because they weren’t. And she knew that, while pleased they were going to be parents, her men felt a twinge of failure on their part that she’d accidentally gotten pregnant sooner than they’d intended. They felt that, in a way, her consent had been taken from her.
And that was something that didn’t sit well with any of the three men.
Essie thought she’d finally gotten it through their collectively thick skulls that no, she didn’t mind that it had happened, and no, she didn’t resent it. That it was just an unexpected wrinkle in their lives, but not an unpleasant one.
Hence, the Sybian would be an interesting diversion.
She stripped and, with Josh and Ted helping her kneel, she slowly impaled herself on the condom-clad dildo. She wasn’t going to try the double one, having had plenty of DP in her life with her guys.
Again, not a complaint.
She had zero complaints about her men or their sex lives together.
Mark smiled at her. “I feel like I should start a stopwatch or give you a cowboy hat or something,” he joked.
“What?”
“Stay on eight seconds and you win a prize.”
“What kind of prize?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Giving us blow jobs?”
“That’s a prize for
you
,” she teased.
“Well, duh.” He nudged the controller and she felt the low humming start in the device, traveling through her clit, through the dildo, into her pussy.