Chapter 33 #3
Goldie snickered, reaching down to her clit with her fingers, but froze just a millimeter away from making contact, her eyes snapping to mine.
“Can I play with my clit, sir?” She begged so prettily that I did her one better.
Walking around the bed, I yanked Goldie onto her back and buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth hard as she curled around my head, squeezing my ears with her thighs.
Rhea cursed a long line of anger our way, trying to get her knees under herself so she could move, but she’d been starfished out for so long she struggled.
And it was all the time I needed to make Goldie cover my face in her next orgasm. All before Rhea ever got herself up under her own control again.
Which was good, since as soon as she did manage to get on her knees, vile, angry words spewing from her lips, I flipped her over onto her back and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and sank back into her tight, wet hole.
“Fucking hell, Tanner. Please.” She begged, eyes wild with need. “Please let me come.”
“No.”
“Please!” She screamed, shaking her head back and forth in anger as I fucked her, rolling my hips with each downward thrust to tease and push her further toward that bliss she craved.
“No.”
“Why?” She sputtered when I pulled out of her and stood between her spread thighs, admiring the way her pussy gaped open for a few seconds in my absence, clenching around the emptiness I left there.
“Goldie,” I said, picking up a bottle of water off the end table she had left there at some point, and chugged it. “Do you want to tell our sexy little hotshot why I won’t let her come?”
Goldie, fresh off her orgasm, rolled over on her side and propped her head up on her hand, with a sexy little flare to her hip as she ran her fingertips over Rhea’s lush tit, toying with her nipple.
“My guess,” Goldie drawled on, “Is because you haven’t given in. Not all the way.”
“I begged!” Rhea argued, wild and desperate. “Last time you wanted me to beg.”
“And this time, I want you to submit.”
“I am!” She screamed, shaking her arms and legs, rattling her cuffs. “I’m fucking bound and shackled! That’s submission!”
“That’s restraint.” I chided. “Not the same thing.” Walking back to the spot where Rhea lay there, bound and open for me, I stood above her and admired the pretty sight. “Tell me why you want to submit.” I repeated the question from before. The one she lied to me about when she said she didn’t.
Rhea opened her mouth and then clenched it shut, as she thought better of whatever snarky answer she was going to give me first.
Progress.
“I don’t know,” she said finally, with her eyes downcast, almost closed. “That’s the truth.”
“I know.” I replied, sliding my hands down her thighs to the straps immobilizing her, and lifted her bottom off the bed by them until she was lined up to take my cock.
Her eyes were alive with passion, and need, and something deeper that looked like desperation as I pushed just the head into her.
“I appreciate the honesty, without the sass behind it.”
A whimper escaped her lips when I pulled out, keeping her suspended in the air, hanging precariously on the edge, with only my hands keeping her upright.
Trust.
I pushed back into her again, making myself groan from how tight she was with her hips arched into my hands. Slowly, I rolled my hips, giving her more with each thrust until I was all the way in, and then I pulled out and lowered her back to the bed.
“I—” She cried, closing her eyes and twisting her head back and forth. “I need to come, Tanner!”
“You want to come.” I corrected, running my hand down my stomach to my cock, stroking it and rubbing her wetness into my skin. “There’s a difference. You need to start understanding the difference between wants and needs. Or you’ll never understand why you want to submit.”
“I don’t need a psychology lecture right now, you fucking piece of boring beige good boy shit!” Rhea lashed out, trying to break the cuffs to be free. But she didn’t use her safe word, and in a way I knew she wouldn’t.
“Want to hear my theory?” Goldie asked, leaning over to kiss Rhea’s lips, being gentle and safe and giving us both that grounding peace to lean into during this tough conversation.
Rhea had held out longer than I thought she would have, still unsatisfied, still being edged constantly as I used her body to exhaust her brain enough to let us in. And I was proud of her for being so freaking stubborn in a way.
But at some point, she needed to move, in one direction or another, either toward Goldie and I and a healthy, trusting relationship, or in the other direction, toward that long practiced, tried and true solitude she had surrounded herself with for years.
God knew she deserved to let us in; I just wasn’t sure she was going to the longer it went on.
“No.” Rhea snapped, moaning as Goldie pinched her nipple for the sass.
“Always.” I answered for the both of us, urging Goldie to take the lead.
“I think,” Goldie went on, laying wet, sensual kisses down Rhea’s body, stopping at each nipple, sucking on them in a way that made my cock weep for relief.
“I think that you’re afraid someone won’t be there to catch you or everything that you carry, if you give in.
” My smart golden lover spoke the words I had been thinking for weeks now.
“I think you’ve picked up every single burden in life, juggling it in your hands and on your shoulders, because then you could control it all that way.
And you wouldn’t be disappointed by someone else dropping them if you never gave them the chance to. But now you don’t know how to—stop.”
“You need to stop.” Rhea said, a haunting tone to her voice as she stared up at the ceiling, eyes focusing on anything but one of us.
“I think you’re tired too.” I added, leaning down to press kisses to the inside of her thigh, and she bucked her hips trying to get the relief she so desperately longed for. “I think you wanted to submit, so you could give it all up.”
“I can’t—” She huffed, dropping her hips to the bed in frustration. “If I give it up—control—I’ll never get it back. I can’t give it up.”
“Tanner isn’t going to take your control away from you, Rhea.” Goldie reassured her, brushing her fingers into her sweaty hair. “He’s just offering you a place to set the burden of it down for a while. We both are.”
Rhea’s shoulders shook as she closed her eyes, breaking through that brick wall that held her head so fucking high and proud most days. “I want to give it up for a minute, but not have it used against me later. And I don’t know how—”.
“Trust us.” Goldie urged, palming Rhea’s cheek and forcing her to turn toward her. Rhea wouldn’t open her eyes, but Goldie pressed her forehead against hers anyway, grounding them together. “Rest, Rhea. Just set it all down, and let us take care of you.”
“I’m tired.” Rhea cried hoarsely, “I’m tired of being the strongest person in the room.”
“So don’t be.” I stepped in and leaned over her body, pressing my cock against her pussy, rocking forward and rubbing her clit until she moaned, turning to look up at me.
“Don’t be the strongest person in the room.
Not this room. This room is ours. We’re here.
And you’re safe. In this room, let us take care of you. ”
Sobs wracked her body as she crashed through the emotional blockage she hid behind with everyone else, and I rewarded her, giving her what she had been deprived of until she gave in.
Pleasure.
Comfort.
Care.
Her guttural groan electrified my body as I sank back into her body, no longer holding back or pushing her to the edge, instead I gave her what she deserved.
“Yes,” she cried, kissing me as I fucked her toward the pleasure she craved. “Please, Tanner.” She begged.
“Good girl.” I crooned, wrapping my arms under her back and gripping the top of her shoulders, holding her where I wanted her as I pounded into her. “That’s my good fucking girl, Rhea. So good. So honest. So trusting. Show us how much you trust us and let us take care of you.”
“Yes!” Rhea bit my lip and then shattered, coming all over my cock as I fucked her through it and down the other side. “More.” She gasped, opening her eyes and staring up at me with tears in her eyes. “I want more.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, Hotshot.” I grinned but pulled out of her, winking at Goldie as Rhea sputtered, thinking I was walking away again.
Wrong.
Untying her cuffs, Goldie and I worked the blood flow back into her limbs and orgasms back into her system until she never doubted our ability to take her worries and make them disappear within the four walls of that very bedroom again.
The world was a shitty place sometimes, and I knew orgasms weren’t the answer to fix all the problems we’d face, but it was a decent place to show her we weren’t afraid of the job.