Chapter 44
***Remington***
“Cameras have been off for fifteen minutes, boss man.” Jake’s amused voice just annoyed me in that moment.
“Keep them off until I text you.” I hung up and grabbed the kit I’d prepared the moment I saw Memphis. My hopes had been high, or maybe I’d just known there was something there.
I could hear her cries of pleasure and frustration throughout the house and I stopped outside of the kitchen to just watch as Wells ate her out like he’d been starved for years.
Boone held her arms to the counter with one hand while he sucked her nipples, driving her need higher.
Memphis’s cries grew louder as she drew closer and closer to coming.
Just before she could fall over that edge, Wells lifted his mouth and sank his teeth into her thigh as he growled.
“No! No, you asshole!” Memphis arched her body back and forth, trying as hard as possible to take what she wanted.
I smiled as I moved closer and dropped the bag on the counter next to her head. Slowly, I removed the top half of my tux, piece by piece. “Someone’s being mouthy.”
She twisted to look back at me and bared her teeth. “It’s too much!”
Wells looked up at me from between her thighs, his face shiny with her wetness. “Think I should stop? We could just call it a night. If it’s too much.”
Growling angrily, Memphis glared at me. “Please, Remy. Let me come.”
I leaned over her on my elbows and brushed my finger over her mouth. “I don’t think so.”
She struggled and yelled at me while I took my time opening my bag and pulling things out one at a time. It was the glass anal plug that left her speechless. Her eyes were wide as she twisted to watch it.
Wells buried his face between her thighs again, dragging her attention back to his mouth. I rested my hand over her stomach, feeling her muscles contract and release as he took her close to her orgasm again.
Boone lifted his head from her chest, mouth wet from playing with her nipples. He looked over the stuff on the counter and licked his lips when he saw the leather straps. “Great minds think alike.”
I ran my hand down to cup her sex while Wells stroked her thighs and let her come back down. “Say stop if you need a break, sweetheart.”
She whimpered when I lightly slapped her core and then she let out a surprised grunt as I flipped her over onto her stomach.
As her breasts pressed into the cold marble, she tried to lift herself off the counter, but I was already hooking the leather strap around her wrist and tying the other end to the cabinet doors below.
I shifted her body so her lower half hung off the island and she was twisted at an angle that would make it possible for us to use her mouth.
Boone tied her other arm down and watched as I moved behind her and lifted her legs until her knees were under her on the counter with her ass lifted for the taking. He stepped back to appreciate the view and ripped buttons off his shirt as he yanked it off. “Fuck.”
Memphis tried to move, but the tension from her arms being tied down didn’t allow it.
She was fully at our mercy and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
The part of her that responded to the dominance in me came alive as she settled into the pose and twisted her head to the side, offering her mouth to us, whether she knew it or not. She looked graceful and perfect.
Wells gripped her ass and stroked it before landing a solid slap to it. He tipped his head backwards and swore. “What the fuck were we waiting on?”
I moved around to stand in front of her while I picked up the small flogger. I ran the tip of it over her mouth and felt a surge of adrenaline at the way her eyes followed me. “Open.”
She parted her red lips and allowed me to push part of the leather into her mouth. Without me asking, she stroked it with her tongue and then sucked on it.
I pulled it free and lowered my voice as I spoke just to her.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You look like every wet dream I’ve ever had.
I’m so fucking impressed by you, but you wouldn’t be letting me down if any of this is too much.
I’m going to push you to a point that you think will break you, but I’ll never push you too far.
You can trust me. I need to trust you to tell me if you need a break, though. Will you do that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Pulling her head back by her hair, I leaned down and kissed her hard. “Good girl, sweetheart.”
She flushed and stretched her fingers out in an attempt to touch me after I stood up. “I want to touch.”
Torturing myself, I straightened and pushed my erection into her fingers. The feeling of her trying her best to stroke me was enough to make me shudder. “That’s enough.”
Moving behind her again, I shifted the flogger from hand to hand.
The weight of it felt nice in my palm and I twirled it once before flicking it over her ass.
She gasped at the light touch and I let the next strike hit harder.
Her shocked cry might’ve made a less observant man stop, but I watched the way her hips shifted back every so slightly as she silently asked for more.
The next three snaps of my wrist came fast and sharp, leaving pink flesh in their wake.
Screaming, Memphis twisted and arched her back but was unable to get away from the stinging flogging. When the next tap landed over her swollen clit, she jerked so hard that the leather snapped taut and her body flushed red.
“Fuck.” Wells rubbed her ass and then sucked her clit into his mouth while I tapped up her back and over her shoulders with the flogger.
Boone had moved to the other side of the island and watched the flogger move over her perfect skin. He braced his hands on the counter and glanced up at me. “As much as I appreciate your games, brother, I’m holding on by a thread. Is there a faster kink button?”
Possibly for the first time in all my time having sex, a gut deep laugh broke through my collected demeanor.
I dropped the flogger and ran my hand down my face, trying to squelch the sound but it was useless.
Sex had never been light for me. I’d been a serious asshole since losing my virginity way too early to a teacher’s aide at boarding school.
Somehow, while having sex with a woman I’d imagined dominating since seeing her picture, I’d lost some of the heaviness that bore down on me all the time.
When I looked down at Memphis and saw her grinning back at me, everything seemed to fall into place. I cupped her face and ran my thumb over her lips, wanting to imprint that impish grin onto my brain. “Perfect.”