Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“Where’s your friend, Handsome?” Class had wrapped up and the majority of the guests had left. “Or didn’t he want to get up early to join us for yoga?”
Cameron finished rolling up his mat, tucked it under his arm, and stood. “He went home.”
Hope hadn’t expected that answer. “Oh. I thought he was here for five nights?”
“That was the original plan.” He set his mat on the nearby rolling cart and began to collect the rest of the yoga mats the other students had left behind.
“Why did he leave early? Did he hate it here?” She couldn’t see how anyone would dislike the Double D Ranch, unless they were a prude. Or shy. She doubted Nolan was either of those.
“No, just the opposite.”
“Then, why would he leave early?” Did they have a disagreement?
“I offered him the assistant head of security position and he accepted. He decided to head back early to begin packing and get his place ready to sell.”
“Oh, wow! Good for him. And you, too, of course, since I’m assuming that’ll help with your work load?”
“Yes. This way I’m not the only security supervisor on call all the time. I’ll be able to split those duties with Nolan.”
Hope carried the last two mats to the cart, then turned to take in Cam’s good looks. His chiseled, bearded face, his thick, sculpted thighs…
She mentally sighed. The man certainly turned her on. All through class, she could barely take her eyes off him as he moved through the poses. “You did better today. You’re already more balanced and becoming more flexible.”
Cam glanced around, most likely checking to make sure the rest of the students had left. “At least the teacher didn’t have to scold me like a bad boy today.”
Her lips twitched. “Ah. Would you rather I did?”
Cam chuckled. “No. Not during class.”
Hope lifted an eyebrow. “But after?” They hadn’t had sex since the night of the key party. She wouldn’t mind doing it again. And soon. “What are you doing later?”
“No plans. What about you?”
No point in beating around the bush. “I was thinking about doing you.”
Cam’s sexy smirk made her clit throb.
“Great minds and all of that, but…” His lips quickly flattened out. “Hope, I have something to tell you first.”
Uh oh. “That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not. I told Nolan I’m bi.”
“Oh, good! Do you feel better about no longer keeping it a secret?” That had to be a heavy load lifted from his shoulders.
“Yes, but now I wish I would’ve told him sooner.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because he’s bi, too.”
Hope stared at him as she digested that info. “And you didn’t know.”
“No. I had no idea. But that’s not all.”
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’m in an infomercial? But wait”—Hope lifted a finger—“that’s not all!” She expected him to chuckle at that. When he didn’t, her gut twisted.
“We fucked.”
Hold on. Did he feel guilty? He shouldn’t. “Cam, we don’t owe each other anything. You didn’t need to tell me that. But I’ll understand if you don’t want to risk your relationship with him over me.” That had to be why he was bringing it up, right?
Cam shook his head. “That’s not it. He’s into you, too.”
In hindsight, she was less surprised than she thought she’d be. Like with her and Cam, an obvious spark had existed between her and Nolan, but since Cam and Nolan were friends, she had tamped down her interest to avoid issues between them.
Her eyebrows pinched together. “So, what does that mean for us?”
“He brought you up because he didn’t want to hurt you by having sex with me. I told him you and I only got together twice.”
And twice did not a relationship make.
“Does this mean he wants to hook up with me without you?” She really didn’t even know the guy outside of the fact they were attracted to each other. Not that she knew Cam well the first night she went to his cabin, either.
“No, he wants the three of us to hook up together.”
She hadn’t been expecting that revelation. She closed her gaping mouth. “Oh. Is that something you also want?”
“I’m interested if you are.”
Hope pursed her lips at this new twist. “A threesome, huh?”
“Have you ever had one?”
“No,” she answered. “Have you?”
“No.”
“Has he?”
Cam grimaced. “Shit. I didn’t ask. But if I had to guess? Probably not.”
“Then, this would be new territory for all of us.”
“Only if you’re into it. Are you?”
It was cute the way he asked that. Almost like a wide-eyed kid in a candy store asking for one of those giant lollipops.
“I never gave it any thought before. I’m not saying I’m against it, but…
” She shook her head when the reality hit her.
“Who in their right mind would pass on having sex with both of you?”
“Someone uncomfortable with the idea?” Cam countered with a chuckle.
She smiled. “True. I’m definitely not against it, but I’m assuming threesomes can either be really great or go really wrong.” Two personalities could be difficult enough, but adding a third?
“While that might be true, look at the Lyons twins. Both are in rock solid triads. As long as everyone is on the same page, it should work.”
That was over-simplifying it. “I’m sure they have problems like every other relationship.”
“As long as the threesome keeps communication open…”
“Though, this wouldn’t be a relationship like theirs,” she reminded both herself and Cam.
“True. It would be for fun.”
“And loads of orgasms.”
That heart-stopping grin was back. “Of course.”
“If it doesn’t work out, there’d be no hard feelings, right?” A threesome could end up being a total disaster and she worried if it was, things would end with Cam too soon.
“Of course. If one of us ends up being uncomfortable or feeling left out and doesn’t want to continue, then…” Cam shrugged. “Hopefully that doesn’t happen.”
“Does this mean you don’t want to meet up later? Do you want to wait until Nolan returns?” She didn’t want to wait, but she would.
“No. He made it clear he wouldn’t mind us getting together without him in the meantime. It might be a month before he returns.”
Hope trailed Cam as he rolled the cart full of yoga equipment to the storage closet.
He pushed it inside, closed the door and turned to face her. “So, if it wasn’t clear: Yes, I’d love to meet up later. In the meantime, do you want to join me for breakfast? We can discuss this in more detail and maybe make plans for tonight?”
She wasn’t turning down that offer. “How can I say no to great food and even better company?”
Cam jutted out his hand and she clasped it. “Then, let’s go eat.”
In the last month, every time Cam reserved a playroom for them up in Heaven, he requested the blinds be closed.
Earlier, he had booked Room Four, the bondage/restraint room, for tonight.
The week prior, they had played in the medical-themed room where they switched things up.
They reversed the dominant roles when Cam ended up being the doctor and her the patient.
It had been fun and stimulating, as well as orgasmic.
Cam was a great sex partner. No doubt, tonight would be the same. Especially since Hope was back in charge.
She wanted to use some toys on him that might give her an idea of how far she could push him before he said his safe word. The first thing she did after ordering Cam to undress was buckle a wide leather collar around his thick, corded neck and inform him, “You’re my pet tonight.”
Simply announcing that sent shivers of excitement through her.
She wanted to make him wear a cock cage, but he was hard the moment they walked into the playroom, locked the door, and pulled the blinds. She would have to save that treat for another time.
Like the first night they hooked up, Hope blindfolded him. But unlike the first time, she remembered to add the nipple clamps. Of course, once his nipples were being pinched without mercy, she tugged a few times on the chain connecting the two rubber-tipped metal clamps.
Just to make sure they were secure, and to remind him who was in charge.
While this playroom wasn’t specifically set up for impact play, it still had plenty of toys available to leave a mark or two. And, lucky her, Cam said she could do whatever she wanted to him.
She liked the sound of that so much she almost rubbed her hands together with glee.
She warred with herself whether to use a ball gag since she wanted him to easily be able to use his safe word, but seeing his strong, chiseled jaw locked open was too good to pass up, so she devised a way for him to notify her if anything got to be too much.
He was to use a thumbs up for “go,” give a thumbs down for “slow down or ease up,” and hold up all five fingers for “stop.”
Those signals would be definitely needed, since she requested he book this room solely for the stockade. It was made of polished wood and bolted to the floor to prevent from tipping and injuring the people involved.
With Cam’s head and arms locked in it, he had no choice but to bend over, giving her the perfect access to his muscular ass. One she planned on decorating a little by using a wooden paddle with holes in it for greater impact.
But before she did that, she clipped a leash to the chain on the nipple clamps, making it easier for her to tug on them while she swatted his ass.
“Don’t forget your hand signals,” she reminded him, even though when she came up with them, he insisted he wouldn’t need them at all.
Stubborn man.
But so far, in the few weeks since Nolan left, no matter what she did to Cam, he hadn’t once uttered his safe word. He either had a high pain tolerance or got off on it.
Hope smoothed her hand over the wooden paddle before smacking it against her palm a few times. “Are you ready?” Her question made him quiver, which, in turn, made her smile.
When she slapped her palm harder so it made a sharp sound, he jerked forward. She waited until he relaxed again and eyed her very impressive target…
When the sharp crack of wood against flesh filled the room, Hope still heard his grunt around the ball gag. Since he didn’t give the signal for her to ease up or stop, she struck him again.
And again. Not giving him time for second thoughts or to relax between blows.
After a half dozen hard whacks, she paused and looked at her handiwork. “That looks so pretty.”
She licked her lips before deciding her tongue could be used to soothe the redness left behind. But with as hard as she was striking him, she had no doubt those areas would swell, maybe even bruise. He might not even be able to sit comfortably for a day. If not longer.
It gave her pleasure to think that every time he went to sit, he’d think of her.
Whenever she pulled her arm back for the next strike, his ass would clench in anticipation. When he did, she’d hold off and wait until he relaxed again, smoothing her hands over each heated cheek while murmuring sweet, encouraging words.
Once it got to the point where his pink skin was turning a deep red, she figured he’d had enough. Of course, he was still being bull-headed and refused to give her the sign to ease up or stop.
Since she had no desire to injure him, she made that executive decision for him. Plus, it was time to move on, anyway. She had more in store for Cam.
Setting the paddle aside, she went over to her bag to grab the large, realistic dildo she’d brought along. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Since he was gagged and blindfolded, the only response she got was a grunt.
Grabbing the bottle of lube the resort supplied in each room, she separated his ass cheeks and dripped some over her target. He twitched with each drip.
Oops. She forgot to ask him if he liked giving or getting anal, or if he was good with either. But, he did say she could do anything and seemed fine with the anal beads, so she’d assume he was okay with ass play.
His hips shot forward when she used the head of the realistic latex cock to spread the lube around his entrance.
She generously coated the dildo and pressed it against his hole again.
She took her time working it in, again, not knowing if he was used to having a cock inside him or not.
She kept one eye on what she was doing and the other on his hand, watching for his hand signals.
When the dildo was halfway in, she paused, giving him time to adjust and for her to check in. She softly stroked his heated butt cheek. “Are you okay, Handsome?”
Despite giving a thumbs up, it had a slight shake to it.
“Okay, then. I’ll keep going,” she warned. She pushed the fake cock in another inch and paused, then repeated it until the dildo was fully seated. The man had to be feeling quite full. “Are you good?”
When he gave another thumbs up, she took him at his word and began to fuck him with it. She had no way of knowing whether it was stimulating his prostate without a reaction or him telling her.
She ignored that for now and continued on, plunging the fake cock in and out of his ass. Muffled groans worked their way around the ball gag, but since he didn’t give the signal to stop, she had to assume he was enjoying it.
Only, the dildo wasn’t doing what she intended it to, which was have him begging for mercy. So after a few more thrusts, she slowly pulled it back out and set it aside. She did not miss the fact every muscle in his body immediately loosened.
Could this be the first time he’d ever been fucked? Was she the first one to do it? She’d ask him once he could talk again.
In the meantime, she grabbed a latex glove from a nearby cabinet full of toys. She pulled it on her right hand and lubed two fingers up well.
Since the dildo didn’t work as she’d hoped, what she was about to do next might. And not because it would be painful, but because it would be too pleasurable.
When she went back to stand behind Cam, he tensed due to not knowing what was coming next. She was definitely keeping him on his toes.
When she worked two fingers inside him—much easier after being stretched by the dildo—he clamped down around her for only the time it took to find his walnut-sized “start” button.
It was time to “turn him on.”
She stroked him there until his hips began to hump the air uncontrollably.
That reaction made one side of her mouth pull up.
He was saying something but she couldn’t make it out.
However, unless he gave her the signal to stop, she’d continue until he ran out of juice or couldn’t take the stimulation anymore.
She squatted down to see his erection hanging heavily between his legs and prostatic fluid dripping off the head of his cock and onto the floor.
“Do you like me milking you like that, Handsome?”