The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“Oh.” She still didn’t really get it.

“Would you like to try something?” he asked her.

“What?” she gasped.

“It doesn’t have to be sexual. Some people just like giving or receiving orders. I can help you if you want to see what it’s like,” he said.

“So you do this stuff?” she asked softly.

“Some of it,” he said. “Try asking me again, but this time be really aggressive and threaten me if I don’t answer.”

Melanie stared at him. It felt kind of strange to think of giving orders but she figured she might as well try. She could call it research. Putting on her best bossy voice she said, “Do you do this shit, Garrett?” She felt a little ridiculous.

Garrett slumped his shoulders and lowered his eyes before mumbling something.

“I can’t hear you, Garrett,” she said forcefully. “Look at me.”

He lifted his eyes and didn’t say anything.

“Answer me!” she cried. “I want to know if you do this kinky shit!”

“Yes,” he replied softly.

“I can’t hear you.” Melanie was beginning to enjoy herself. Garrett played the submissive role well and that made it easier for her to be dominant.

“Yes,” Garrett said more loudly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I do this kinky shit, ma’am.”

Ma’am? She kind of liked that. She thought about what to say next. “Tell me what you do. And give me all the details or I’ll have to punish you.”

“I like to tie girls up,” he said.

“What do you do to them when they’re tied up, you dirty fuck?” Now she was getting into it and, to her surprise, found herself becoming aroused.

“I like to put nipple clamps on them,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “I pull the clamps until they cry out. I whip them. I whip their legs, their asses, their tits. And I whip their pussies until they beg me to fuck them.” His eyes hadn’t left hers and she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy getting wet. She swallowed and glanced down at his crotch to see a huge bulge in the front of his pants.

“Your cock is hard,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I didn’t tell you you could get a hard-on did I?”

“No, ma’am.”

“What should I do with you?”

“You should punish me, ma’am,” he said quietly.

Melanie’s mouth went dry. Now she didn’t know what to do. As though sensing this, Garrett said, “Would you like to spank me or use a riding crop?”

She didn’t think she could spank him, so she said, “Get the crop.”

Garrett disappeared into a room for a moment before returning with a long, black rod. He handed it to her and she examined it. It was stiff and made of leather but surprisingly light. She stared at it and then looked up at him.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

He came over and put his hand over hers. “Hold it like this,” he said. “Flick it from the wrist. Try not to hit the same spot twice, but move it around a little. It’s less painful for me that way.”

She looked up at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He pressed close and she felt his erection against her hip. Her breathing increased in pace when he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said, his breath tickling the side of her neck. “I want this.”

She turned her head and his face was right there in front of her. Her heart pounded as he just hovered, his lips barely an inch from hers. They stood like that for a moment, and Melanie was sure he would kiss her and equally sure that she wanted him to. But to her disappointment, he moved away. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. He had a smattering of light-colored hair on his chest and a fair number of freckles, but he was in good shape. His muscles weren’t as well defined as Justin or David but he was still very nice looking. She watched his hands move to his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and began pushing them, along with his briefs, down over his hips. She sucked in a breath when she saw his erection. He was thick, though definitely not as long as Justin or David. He stepped out of his pants and turned around. He bent forward and braced his hands against the back of a chair.

Melanie moved forward, licked her lips, and swallowed. She touched the crop lightly to his firm ass and traced the curves under his cheeks and down his legs. She could see him shudder slightly and smiled. No time like the present, she thought. She lifted the crop and flicked it against the bare skin of his ass. He flinched slightly at the slap.

“Harder,” he said.

“But—”

“Harder,” he insisted.

Melanie flicked the crop again, harder, and it made a louder slap. She flushed at his cry, which was one of pleasure, not pain. She flicked the crop harder still, and his cries grew more excited, and her own arousal increased as well. She hit him harder, each slap causing her pussy to clench.

“Stop!” he finally cried out and stood.

Melanie watched him turn. His face was flushed, his breathing heavy and his cock stiffer than ever. He came toward her and pulled her roughly into his arms. One hand grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, so her head was forced backward. She barely had time to gasp before his mouth crushed hers, his lips pressing fiercely against hers and his tongue probing deep within her mouth. Her stomach tightened, and her heart was pounding wildly. The adrenaline raced through her, partly due to fear and partly due to the excitement. When Garrett pulled away, she was gasping, barely able to breathe.

“Let me tie you up,” he said, his voice low and guttural.

Melanie didn’t know what to do. She was so turned on she might have agreed to almost anything, but the part of her that was afraid kept her silent.

Garrett touched her cheek, more gently than she would have expected. “I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, you can use a safe word and I’ll stop.”

She looked at him. She was slightly afraid, definitely confused, and horny as hell. Her curiosity was piqued, though, and she nodded. His responding grin was almost childlike in its enthusiasm, like a kid with a new toy. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

The wooden bed had slats in the headboard and posts on each corner. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. “What’s your safe word?”

Melanie had no idea what she should say. “Can’t I just say no or stop?”

His fingers on her jawline were sending thrills through her. “Sometimes saying no is part of the game. Some people find it exciting to continue doing things when the other person says no. And sometimes the submissive person finds it exciting to have that control taken away. So you need to pick something else.”

“How about gallery?” she suggested.

He smiled. “Very appropriate.” He stroked her cheek again. “Let me undress you,” he murmured.

Melanie nodded mutely. He leaned in and kissed her very softly as he gathered the hem of her shirt in his hands. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over her head and then he was kissing her again, stroking her back as he unfastened her bra. Melanie moaned softly when his hands brushed the sides of her bare breasts and travelled over her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid them and pushed them, along with her panties, down to the floor. When he stood back to admire her naked body, Melanie felt as though his eyes were caressing her, tingles running across her skin where his eyes had been. When the smile he gave her became predatory again, she felt a rush of fear. He beckoned her toward the bed, kissed her again, and pushed her down.

“Lie in the middle of the bed and spread out your arms and legs,” he ordered. His tone left no doubt that he expected her to obey. She spread out, aware of how exposed she was. Garrett climbed up beside her. “Lift your head,” he said. When she complied, he slipped a sleep mask over her eyes.

Now she couldn’t see anything. She felt him shift off the bed. A moment later, he took hold of her left hand and she felt something soft around her wrist and then, he released her. She tugged experimentally and found that she had a little slack to move but wouldn’t be able to remove her hand from the restraint. He repeated the procedure with her other arm and then both legs. The whole time he said nothing.

After a moment of wondering what would happen, she felt something incredibly soft and light brush her legs. It felt like a feather, it was so light. She gasped when it brushed her inner thighs, moving close to her pussy but not quite reaching it. The feather slipped up over her hip and across her stomach to her breasts. It circled each one and she wanted desperately to feel that sensation on her nipples. She shifted her torso to try and get her nipple under the feather when she felt a sting on the side of her tit.

“Ow!” she cried. It really hadn’t hurt that much, but she was surprised by it. The light tickling strokes resumed, and she moaned softly, aching to have her nipples or pussy touched. Finally she was rewarded when she felt the feather lightly trace her pussy lips. Her moans grew louder until she couldn’t stand it.

“Please! Please touch my clit!”

She felt him on the bed between her legs. He separated her labia, and she felt the feather gently touch her clitoris, the soft sensation still incredibly intense, and she cried out. The feather began to rapidly tickle her clit, and it wasn’t long before she came. She screamed her pleasure as her body jerked against the restraints.

The feather moved, and she felt Garrett’s weight on top of her. She gasped when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard until it stood stiff. Then she felt a pinch that didn’t release. It hurt initially but not too badly. He repeated the process on the other breast, and now both nipples were being pinched, and the sensation was just on the border between pleasure and pain. But she forgot about it as his mouth moved between her legs. His tongue went to her stiff clit, slowly stroking it. The pinching on her nipples intensified the sensation on her clit, and when he pulled on the clips, the nerves seemed to connect directly to her clit and she cried out. Again and again he jerked the chain, sending wave after wave of pleasure to the spot where he now sucked her into his mouth. Finally she came again, and tears leaked out the corners of her eyes, the intense feelings leaving her strangely emotional.

He lifted his head, and she felt him release the restraints at her ankles. He crawled back up her again. He removed the clips and as the blood rushed back into the tissue, she felt pain more intense than when the clips had been on. He kissed each nipple, soothing them with his lips and tongue. He moved up her neck to her ear and down her jaw and she felt the mask being slipped off. She blinked a few times, and though the light was dim, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Garrett’s face hovered above hers, and she looked into his eyes. She was surprised at the tender look she saw there. He bent his head down and pressed his lips gently against hers in a soft, sweet kiss. She felt him reach up and release her hands from the restraints. She wrapped her arms around him as their kiss deepened.

Garrett lifted his head and looked down at her. “Thank you,” he said. “That took a lot of courage and I appreciate your trust.”

“It was so much better than I thought possible,” she whispered. “Thank you for teaching me.”

They kissed again and he moved his lips to her ear. “Let me make love to you.”

“Condoms?”

“Yes,” he replied. He rolled off her and reached into the nightstand. He pulled out a foil packet and deftly rolled the rubber onto his swollen cock. He rolled back onto her and was inside her before she had a chance to move.

Melanie grabbed his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. They moved slowly together and she savored the feeling of fullness inside her pussy. His lips met hers again, and he began to pick up the tempo. With each stroke, she felt her excitement building again, especially when his pubic bone ground against her clit. She wiggled beneath him, trying to prolong the contact.

“Melanie,” he whispered. “I’m going to come soon. Are you close?”

“Yes,” she said. “Lift up a bit.” She pushed her hand down between them and began furiously rubbing her clit, wanting to reach climax when he did. It wasn’t long before she was there, her cunt walls clenching his cock. He roared as his own orgasm joined hers. He held still within her, and when the last wave had passed, he pulled out of her and shifted to lie beside her.

Melanie snuggled into his arms, her head against his chest, his warmth surrounding her, and she felt extremely content. They lay together for a while, not saying anything. It occurred to Melanie, through her lust-fogged brain, that she had now had sex with three men in three days. And she had enjoyed it, enjoyed it a lot. Now, though, she was a bit confused. She liked Justin, even though their first meeting hadn’t been ideal, though she hoped to rectify that situation at dinner that evening. She liked David, who was thoughtful and sweet. She liked Garrett, despite only having known him for an hour. Could she date all of them? She still hadn’t said she would see anyone exclusively. Then it occurred to her that she was assuming Garrett would want to see her again.

“Garrett?” she said quietly.

“Yes?”

“What happens now?”

He stroked her arm, from the shoulder to the elbow and then back again, not saying anything for a moment. “What do you want to happen now?” he asked finally.