CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #3
“I’m not,” I agreed quickly. “Not that I don’t want to do this. I usually do all my sexual experimentation with strangers.”
“Until recently,” Matt added.
“Oh.” Sophie’s eyes flared wide. “So, this is kind of your first time with this sort of thing?”
I nodded. “Whenever I was brought into any kind of swinging situation, it was always as the outside party. You know, ‘my wife and I noticed you from across the bar…’”
All four of them groaned in unison.
“Exactly.”
Sophie put her hand on my shoulder. “No worries. I was nervous the first time we messed around with people Neil knew, but it turned out awesome.”
“I did have a lot of fun with Neil at Ascend Red,” I said, and my face went super hot. “Is that inappropriate or—”
“No, but it will inflate his ego unbearably,” El-Mudad warned.
“Before my wife removes any more clothing,” Neil began, giving Sophie a sly look. “We should discuss boundaries and roles. Are you two up for any BDSM?”
I gestured to the rack of canes. “So… that, right away, I’m not into. But otherwise, yeah. I love being dominated.”
“I wouldn’t feel comfortable caning a casual partner, anyway,” Neil reassured me. He pointed to Matt. “How do you feel?”
“I’m down for anything. But I think you’re already aware of that.
” Matt’s knowing tone sparked my curiosity.
I knew he’d been with these men before, but none of the details.
I wondered if they were the guys he’d mentioned on the wedding weekend, the ones who’d tied him down and tortured him mindless with pleasure.
I would love to see Matt that helpless.
“I think I’ll sub this time,” El-Mudad suggested.
“You and Matt both switch?” I asked.
“El-Mudad does, Neil doesn’t,” Sophie explained for them. “I don’t either. So, unless Matt feels like he wants to Dom… Neil, you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
His eyebrows rose. “You don’t switch, Charlotte?”
I shook my head.
“Four subs.” Neil rubbed his hands together and grinned. “I’m confident that I can pull that off.”
“Fair warning,” Sophie told me, “Neil is a really cruel Dom. I don’t know how experienced you are—”
His hand went to his chest, as if he were truly touched by the statement. “Thank you, Sophie.”
“He’ll tone it down for today,” El-Mudad promised.
A really cruel Dom. I looked at the canes, at the bondage frame. The idea that this super nice guy got off on torture like that was a little spooky.
And a lot dangerous-sexy.
“We have a machine room,” El-Mudad said, pointing to one set of doors. “And a bedroom stocked with all the appropriate toys.”
“Let’s play in the bedroom,” Sophie suggested, her eyes glittering with naughty enthusiasm. “There are mirrors everywhere.”
Matt gave her a mischievous head tilt.
With a smug smile, she added, “I like to watch.”
Talking frankly about what we wanted to do made me way more comfortable with the idea of doing it. Everyone was so matter of fact, and nothing felt high pressure. It reminded me of Ascend Red.
Sophie was a great choice to help with the new property. Whatever I ended up naming it.
“This way,” Neil said, motioning us through a set of doors.
The Versailles theme continued into the bedroom, with a huge bed made up in an impossibly fancy gold and cream duvet.
A mountain of pillows piled up in front of the gilded headboard, framed by the long, dramatic curtains of a baroque bed crown.
Sconces on the walls held flickering, flame-shaped glass bulbs, and the light reflected off the surfaces of the largest collection of mirrors I had ever seen.
They were every shape a mirror could come in, mounted to the walls and even to the ceiling in a hodge-podge arrangement.
At the end of the bed was a low, backless bench with rolled ends, and to the side of the room was a huge wardrobe.
“Our safe word is ‘red,’” Neil informed us. “Yours?”
“We use ‘mercy,’” Matt said.
“So, if anyone says either of those, we’ll know to stop.” Neil nodded to El-Mudad. “I’ll need rope, lube, and... let’s start with those new prostate toys we liked so much. Condoms, as well?”
“Any changes in your history since Ascend Red?” Matt asked.
“None,” Neil said.
“What do you think?” Matt asked me.
“I think I want to get messy,” I said, and Sophie laughed.
“As long as we’re all right with a few fluids?” Neil waited until we’d all nodded in agreement. “All right. When we’re playing, you’ll all call me Sir.”
Sir. It sounded so plain in comparison to “My Dragon.” But it suited Neil; he was distinguished and elegant. Authoritative, his every move purposeful as he walked slowly around Sophie and I. “Charlotte.”
I jumped a little at his voice. His tone had changed to something deeper, firmer than our friendly conversations.
“I’d like to see you undress for me.”
Taking orders from someone other than Matt felt a little strange. Like maybe I was doing something wrong. I looked to him for reassurance, and his slow smile told me all I needed to know.
Neil took my chin in his hand and gently turned my face to his. “Don’t worry about him. He’s not in charge now. Do you understand?”
I licked my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Sophie, get the bed ready. You and Charlotte will be spending some time there and I don’t want you to be able to touch yourselves or each other.
” Neil didn’t take his eyes off me as he spoke.
He was like a different person suddenly, in the same way Matt disappeared into his role when he dominated me.
“Yes, Sir,” Sophie said, and gave a delighted little hop as she moved to do as he commanded.
“No one is going to make you do anything you don’t like,” Neil told me, his voice hypnotic as he stroked my lower lip with his thumb. “Be a good girl and undress for me.”
I moved slowly, my fingers shaking as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head, goosebumps rising up on my skin despite the comfortable temperature of the room. I reached for the front clasp on my bra and Neil’s lips parted with a breath that clearly took him by surprise.
I was pretty sure men’s love of front-clasp bras was universal.
I popped the fastening and shrugged the straps off, standing before him topless in my little denim cut-offs. I never took my eyes from his while I reached for the button on my fly. My breasts rose with a deep, jerking inhale. I wanted him to touch me so badly, already.
He was good at this.
“Keep going.” His voice was hoarse.
I pushed my jeans down, then my panties, and toed off my canvas slip-ons. My nudity felt the same as it always did with Matt; like I was more naked because I was under someone else’s control.
Neil’s gaze skated down my body, and he made a noise of appreciation low in his throat.
Then, in a blink, all that attention that had been focused directly on me evaporated.
He turned to Matt, leaving me utterly bereft.
I didn’t know what to do now, where to go.
I stood directionless, rooted to the floor.
“Now, you, Matthew,” he instructed.
Matt seemed as vulnerable to Neil’s dominance as I was. I was so used to seeing Matt as my dragon, as the man who controlled my pleasure. Now, he was himself, stripping bare, with none of his usual power. It was a bizarre, almost uncomfortable thing to see.
So, why did it turn me on so much?
Neil took in Matt’s slow disrobing in the same way he’d watched mine. When Matt pulled down his shorts and boxers, he was already hard, and Neil sighed in contentment. “There’s that beautiful cock.”
With a snap of his fingers, Neil summoned El-Mudad and Sophie. He didn’t even look at them. “Get naked and get these two on the bed. I want to taste them before we start.”
My knees wobbled. I expected Sophie to lead me, but instead, El-Mudad picked me up bodily and deposited me on the end of the bed with my legs dangling off.
Sophie took Matt’s hand and positioned him beside me, but far enough that we didn’t touch.
Even if we’d wanted to, we couldn’t; El-Mudad and Sophie held our wrists above our heads, pinning them to the bed.
I hadn’t even noticed that they’d gotten naked, too.
Neil came to the end of the bed and studied us, his finger making a subtle tick-tock motion. He was deciding which of us to go down on first, I realized, and shivered. In a way, I hoped it was me, because I was dying for him to touch me. But I also wanted to watch him with Matt.
“Ladies first, I think,” Neil said, and he knelt on the bench. Placing his hands on my inner thighs, he parted my legs slowly. My stomach quivered. He reached out with one finger to trace the seam between my labia. “Beautiful.”
That was the last thing he said before he leaned down and swiped his tongue through my slit.
My hips bucked up for more contact, but he moved on to Matt.
My heartbeat pounded in my clit as Neil’s tongue swept up Matt’s twitching dick from base to tip, swirling around the head once before Neil stood up again.
Matt groaned in frustration.
“Patience. You’ll get plenty of stimulation, I assure you,” Neil said with evil promise. “In the meantime, Charlotte, Sophie, move to the top of the bed. Arms above your heads, crossed at the wrists. El-Mudad, you and Matthew should bend over the side of the bed.”
I swallowed hard and crawled up to recline against the pillows. We were both propped up enough to see around the room, and when I tipped my head back, I noted the view of our naked bodies in the reflection above.
I also noticed the two sets of gold-plated shackles attached to the headboard.
Neil was rolling his sleeves up his forearms. “I’m restraining you so that you can’t use your hands. But if you and Sophie were to find some other way to amuse yourselves…”
Feet. I was pretty sure Sophie had mentioned that one of her husbands had a foot thing. I was glad I’d gotten a recent pedicure.
Neil cuffed Sophie first, leaning down for a long, slow kiss. I looked away, because somehow, despite the fact that four of us were naked and we were all about to fuck, the gesture was so tender and intimate, it seemed like something private, just for them.
When he came to my side of the bed to gently restrain my wrists, he bent down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you, make you come until you beg me for mercy, and I’m going to make him watch as you take every inch of my cock.”
I remembered his cock. There was no way I could take every inch.
But I still whispered back, “Yes, Sir.”
His mouth bent in a half-smile. “Good girl.”
“Now, onto you two.” Neil picked up the lube and the toys he’d sent El-Mudad to retrieve. The vibrators were both L-shaped; the longest leg ended in a bulb that whipped in a lazy circle when Neil activated the remote.
“We’ll start with these,” Neil said, popping open the lube. “And then I think I know exactly what I’d like to do to the two of you.”
“Neil is a really cruel Dom.” Well, he’d said he would tone it down for us.
I wondered how much cruelty had to be toned down, and if it would be enough. But I trusted Matt not to get me into anything over my head, and he’d played with Neil and El-Mudad before. Plus, there was something thrilling about the danger when I knew I was perfectly safe.
Beside me, Sophie’s breathing went ragged as she watched Neil insert the toy into El-Mudad.
I looked over at her and saw her gaze fixed on the mirror overhead.
There we were, stretched out long and restrained on the bed, like something out of one of my fantasies.
Beside us, bent over and completely vulnerable, were two of the hottest guys I’d ever seen, engaging in ass play with a handsome, commanding Dom.
Holy shit, my life was incredible.
When the toys were in place, he held up the twin remotes and hit the buttons. Matt stiffened in surprise. El-Mudad let out a low moan and buried his face in the duvet.
“Comfortable?” Neil asked, a hand on the back of each man’s neck. It was a possessive, almost threatening gesture that made me light-headed with arousal.
It was one thing to watch Matt with other people, another entirely to see him like this.
He was a completely different person, totally compliant, not a scale or puff of smoke to be found.
My dragon was miles away, and so was Matt; he squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, bit his lip to try to hold back a noise.
“Oh, you can do better than that,” Neil chided him. “You can get much louder. I’ve heard you.”
He hit the remote again, and Matt clutched handfuls of the duvet.
Neil moved the small, padded bench away from the bed enough that he could walk between the two pieces of furniture. I noted the strategically placed anchors for restraints dotted over the sides and legs of the bench; everything in the place truly was made for sex.
“Why don’t the two of you have a seat,” Neil said, framing it as a suggestion, though his dominant side was clearly on display. “Straddle it, facing each other, please.”
When Matt stood up, his cock was rock hard and streaming precum. We would have to get one of those toys for ourselves; the idea of him wearing it while fucking me was almost enough to make me orgasm without a single touch.
There wasn’t a lot of room on the seat of the bench, even turned sideways.
There was an arranging of legs that I couldn’t make out from my vantage point, but they ended up very close, face-to-face.
Neil brought out a length of rope and knelt on the floor; I assumed he was securing their legs. Then, he rose.
“El-Mudad, give me your right hand. Matthew, your left…” Neil placed their hands back-to-back and looped rope around their wrists.In minutes, Matt was bound to El-Mudad from elbow to wrist. Neil guided them to take their own cocks into their tethered hands.
“You’ll have to learn some cooperation for this one, I’m afraid,” Neil instructed. “Neither of you may stop until you’ve both come. And it should go without saying that use of your free hands should be restricted only to touching above the waist, or there will be consequences. Begin.”
With bashful laughs, Matt and El-Mudad moved their hands experimentally. It didn’t take them very long to establish a rhythm. Neil drizzled lube over their fists, and soon the wet, squelching sound of their combined stroking filled the silence.
“Now,” Neil said, glancing up at Sophie and me. “What am I to do with the two of you?”