25. Liam
twenty-five
Liam
B ondage started as a way for me to control the level of touch I received during sex while I worked through the shitstorm that was my childhood in therapy.
Vulnerability doesn’t come easily to me. The less emotion I showed growing up, the less I was beat down for my weakness.
What I hadn’t expected was to enjoy the act of tying up my partners so much. The intricacies of the knots I constructed and the patience it required, both from myself and the person I was pleasuring.
I won’t lie and say I haven’t been thinking about how far I could push Stasi in the bedroom. The thought has lived rent-free in my head ever since I saw that glint of something wild in those sultry, bourbon eyes.
Beau walks over, hard cock bobbing with each step. Crouching down beside Stasi, he closes the drawer she was rifling through and opens the one below it. Stasi’s eyes grow wide at my collection of sex toys.
“So close to my secrets, weren’t you?” I chuckle darkly.
Beau places a neatly wrapped, soft black rope in my awaiting palm. As he steps away, I lower myself to Stasi’s level.
“This goes nowhere without consent,” I say.
The word ‘please’ slips from her pouty mouth. My cock jerks, pressing obscenely against the fabric of my jeans.
Why did I ever believe this side of me would scare her away? She’s sweet, but I’ve learned how naughty she can be, too .
“Say the word mercy and this stops. Understood?”
She nods, blinking those thick lashes up at me. Fuck, she’s so submissive. She wants to give up control, even with the nervous tremble of her body.
I offer her little touches to help soothe her. A stroke of my fingers through her thick hair. A touch of my rings along her goose bumped skin. A brush of my thumb along the cupid’s bow of her upper lip.
No matter where my body is positioned, she instinctively leans toward me like I’m the sun she orbits.
Sweeping locks of hair off her shoulder, I lean down to bring my mouth to the shell of her ear. “You want to be good for me. Don’t you?”
I smirk when she closes her eyes and shudders.
“Yes.” She’s even quieter this time, the word barely breathed into existence.
My gaze lifts to Beau as he grips his erection. The urge is there to tell him hands off. Tonight is about teaching her a lesson. Edging him in the process is just a bonus.
Moving to stand behind her, I tangle a hand in her hair and tug her head back until she’s looking up at me from her knees. Her trust shouldn’t be such a turn on, but I’m already achingly hard.
I stroke a thumb along her cheekbone. “But you misbehaved tonight, didn’t you?”
Her lips part. No sound comes out. I lower myself to her other side and drag my mouth up her neck. She’s so warm, and she always smells so fucking good. I can’t help but feather kisses along her skin, enjoying the way her pulse quickens beneath my lips.
I want to crawl inside her veins and spread through every inch of her body. I want to possess her .
Looping the rope around her wrists, I pull them together behind her back and form the first knot.
“Angel. Answer me .”
She squirms in my hold. “I got distracted. The puppy dog eyes, Liam…”
“No admission of guilt, hmm?”
Wrapping a hand around her nape, I thrust her forward so her right cheek presses flat against the floor and her ass lifts into the air. I spend a moment in awe of her perfect body, smoothing my palm down her spine.
When I get to the dimples in her lower back, I gather up the extra slack of the rope and thread it between her legs, resting it along one lip of her pretty cunt. Leaning over to kiss her shoulder, I pull the rope snug. She gasps, and I grin wickedly.
“Say the word and we stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I wind the rope around her left thigh and shin several times, securing them with knots in a bent position. I repeat the pattern on her other side, effectively keeping her face down, ass up.
“Come here, Beau,” I instruct.
He wastes no time moving behind us where he can better appreciate the view of the rope spreading her. Groaning, he squeezes his shaft. “Sometimes you scare me.”
I won’t disclose how many times I’ve practiced this. That I could knot him from head-to-toe and make him come so hard he blacks out. We’ll save that for another night.
Right now, an angel is begging to be ruined.
Stasi tries to wiggle as I flatten a palm on her back. “Are you ready to admit your mistake now?”
“ Liam ,” she pleads .
I slide my hand down the length of the rope to tease a finger over her clit. “I’m right here.”
She moans and tries to writhe in pleasure, but the tight knots keep her secured in place. Slowly, I circle her little bundle of nerves. She cries out.
“…misbehaved. I’m sorry. Liam…just… please …”
Hauling her up onto her knees, I kiss the hinge of her jaw.
“Beau. I want you to fuck her mouth.”
Beau groans. “Fuck, yes . Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want to suck me off?”
Her head bobs. “I want to.”
Cradling one side of her face, he steps in front of her and feeds her his cock. As she moans around him, his head drops back. “ Fuck . You are so good to me. Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good.”
I could sit back and watch the show. I get off on denying myself pleasure while others chase it, knowing I’ll be the one to finish them off. To make their eyes roll back into their heads and their bodies go soft.
But I’m at my limit already.
Loosening the knots around Stasi’s legs, I keep only her wrists bound. “Tell me, angel. Do you want to be fucked from both ends? You want both of us to fill you up?”
She moans again around a mouthful of Beau. I smirk at the way Beau tenses up, then position myself closer behind her.
“Undo my belt,” I order.
Bound hands claw for me. Eventually, she gets my belt undone and works on the button and zipper. When she frees my cock, she pushes her ass toward me.
“Eager for something?” I taunt, smacking one round cheek.
Beau pulls his cock out. “Tell him, baby. Tell him what you want.”
“Oh, god ,” she gasps. “ You . Want you. ”
He fills her mouth once more as I grab her hips and glide my cock through her slickness. Lining our bodies up, I thrust deep inside her, basking in her choked off sounds of pleasure.
I had planned on dragging this out, but the whimper of an animal outside my locked bedroom door has me suddenly remembering there’s a fucking dog running amok in my house, and that’s a bit of a concern for me.
I pound into her hard, using a hand in her hair to force her to swallow more of Beau’s length. Not once does she tap out, even when I pop her off his dick so she can gulp air.
Pressure builds in my spine at how wrecked they both look already. We’re going to have to work on our endurance.
Keeping my strokes short and deep, I move a hand to Stasi’s pussy, applying pressure with my palm as my fingers circle her clit. I know she’s close when her body coils up.
“Come for us, precious,” I murmur, biting her neck.
Her strangled cries on Beau’s cock have his hips stuttering. I hold her head as their orgasms rip through them. The thought of her swallowing him down has my balls tightening up. I slam into her one last time before I spill.
“Fuckkk. That was…Stasi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Beau asks, taking her face in both of his hands.
She manages a weak nod while I free the knots binding her wrists. Beau’s there to catch her wrung out body in his arms. He’s entirely capable of giving her the aftercare she needs.
I hate that I wasn’t able to give him that in the past.
Then again, he typically passed out cold after I’d had my way with him, allowing me to slip out like a ghost .
Beau carries her from the closet as I stow away the rope. I hear the splash of water in the tub I’ve never used and question whether or not to intervene on their time together.
What do I bring to the table besides sex?
About to sneak off to the guest room to shower, Beau appears in front of me. He attempts to scoop me up bridal style. I chuckle at his pathetic efforts.
Finally giving up, he reaches for my hand and interlocks our fingers. “We need you.”
Something itches in my chest as I let him pull me into the bathroom. Stas is sitting in the half-filled tub, arms wrapped around her bent knees, and those big brown eyes tinged with sadness that wasn’t there moments ago.
Well, that won’t fucking do.
Switching into protective mode, I step into the tub. Hot water laps at my skin as I draw her between my legs, resting her against my chest.
“We’ve got you, angel,” I murmur, petting her hair.
Beau nestles himself behind her, peppering her shoulders and neck with delicate kisses.
“Too much tonight?” I ask.
She’s quiet for a while, tracing light circles on my pec with her fingers. “No.”
“You’re always in control, you know that? Even if you want to pretend you’re not.”
“I know, Liam. I trust you. I promise.”
“Then talk to me. Why are you sad?”
She tucks her head beneath my chin to hide. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her .
Is she lying about being pushed over the edge? It wouldn’t be the first time she’s shoved aside concern for herself to please others.
Beau’s eyes meet mine, shimmering with concern. “Baby, you can talk to us.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, nodding. “I liked what we did. More than I should, I think. I’ve not felt…good with others like I do with either of you. I’ve not felt like any of what I wanted… sexually was normal.”
Anger sparks in my chest. “Did someone say that bullshit to you?” I demand.
Her fingernails press into my skin, and then she taps her forehead against my collarbone a couple of times like she needs to regulate herself.
“It’s in the past. Kids in college were assholes.
I thought they were friends. Turns out a few of them shared things about me.
Private things. I got labeled. I believe the correct term is slut shamed. ”
My temper flares. “Is that why you transferred schools?”
“And switched majors. Obviously, I don’t regret it now, but at the time I hated myself for running away. I let them get to me.”
My temper flares higher. I knew something had been bothering her back then.
Something beyond normal family issues. Hail and I had flown home to visit her over spring break when she stopped replying to his messages.
We’d only had one day with her before we had to jet off to another city for a show.
Now, I regret not drilling her for answers.
But if I had known how people were treating her, I’m certain I would have ended up in jail with multiple assault charges.
Warm tears splatter on my chest as she returns to tracing my tattoos.
“I let everyone get to me. Not just when I was younger. I didn’t stick up for Hail last Thanksgiving when my parents were being horrible to him.
Did he tell you that? I invited him, pretending everything would be fine when I knew better.
He’s always protecting me from them, and I couldn’t return the favor. Not even once.”
Stroking her back, I let her keep venting. I want all of that shit from her past expelled from her. She’s carried the toxicity long enough.
“I know I need to cut ties with my parents. This isn’t what a family should be. I’m just being weak. I don’t want to be a disappointment. More than that, I really don’t want to end up alone.”
Her words slice through me like a hot blade.
I find some fucked up solace in the fact that I was never seeking acceptance from my dad like Hail and Stasi were from their parents.
I knew exactly where I stood with him at all times.
No confusion about it. Step out of line?
Get beat. Breathe wrong? Get beat. Ace a test? Get beat for being a smartass.
The Koval kids were subjected to mental warfare. They were made to believe approval was the equivalent of love.
“You are far from weak, Anastasia,” I say firmly. “You are not wrong for the things you like. And Hail has never blamed you for not speaking up. Most importantly, you will never be alone. Not when you have me.”
Sensing Beau’s stunned gaze on me, I add, “Both of you have me. For as long as you want me.”
Stasi snakes her arms around my waist and squeezes me.
Beau lifts a hand to brush a tear from her cheek. “Next time we’ll let Liam tie me up and make me cry, okay?”
This gets an exasperated laugh from her. “Okay.”
A whimpering sound breaks the intense moment, turning our heads to the bedroom.
“The dog,” Stas utters.
Freeing herself from my arms, she wipes away the rest of her tears and leaps from the tub with newfound energy. I have to laugh as she rips a towel from the vanity and rushes out of the bathroom .
Beau grins. “That dog isn’t going anywhere.”
“Unless it already has a home.”
His expression crumples. “Suppose I should hang around a little longer. You know, for emotional support.”
“Suppose you should.”