Chapter 44 Hayes
Hayes
What the actual fuck just happened? Never in my life have I had interest in bottoming–hell, I still don’t–but whatever that was…
I was into it. Admittedly, it took me a minute–okay, a few minutes–to get into it, but at the end of the day, I’d do anything for either of these women.
I’m a fucking goner for them both. It’s why I barely hesitated to get on my hands and knees in the first place.
Will I do it again? I have no fucking idea. It’s not at the top of the list of things I want to do with them, but after the mind numbing orgasm I just had with Raegan bouncing on my hard as stone dick and Demi riding my fucking face like she was trying to rub the tape clear off.
That fucking tape. Unfortunately, it’s still secured in place as they both dismount my restrained and spent body.
The jokes on them, though. I may not have tasted her with my tongue, but she smelled so fucking sweet and she was so damn wet, I’m pretty sure I actually inhaled more than a little of her.
I could taste her in the back of my throat. And it only made my cock harder.
I turn my head to see them both standing beside the bed, hand in hand, staring down at my still very helpless form.
My eyes widen in an attempt to portray my need for them to hurry the fuck up and get me out of this. Show’s over. They’ve had their fun.
They both look at each other before returning their gazes back to me. “I think he looks pretty hot like this, actually,” Demi teases.
“Oh, he really really does,” Raegan agrees.
“Mmmm,” I mumble through the fucking tape that is starting to irritate my skin. If they only knew I was trying to tell them to ‘get me the fuck out of all this’.
“Think we should leave him like this?” Demi asks coyly.
Raegan crosses her arms and shoots me a huge smirk. “I meannn… we could just keep him here and save him for later, when we’re hungry.”
My arms tug against the ropes as I attempt–and fail–to sit up. Oh, they will definitely be paying for this.
They both smile as I glare daggers their way, when Raegan finally nods in my direction as she tells Demi, “Oh, go ahead and free the man before he has an aneurysm.” Then she turns to the en suite bathroom and closes herself in.
She always did like a hot after sex shower. I see some things never change.
Demi quirks a brow as she considers me in my still helpless state.
Go ahead, Little Pixie. Do it. I dare you.
I’m unsurprised when she mounts my waist, leaning forward to set her elbows on my chest, her face nearly touching my own.
Her fingers tease the edge of the tape playfully for a brief moment before she grabs a corner and rips it back in one quick motion.
“Fucking mother of fuck!” I yelp.
Demi jumps back slightly, covering her mouth with her hand and working hard not to be obvious about her laughter. It’s not working. Unfortunately for me, her still hot pussy just rubbed the head of my dick and he’s definitely coming back to life with a quickness.
“Oh, shit,” she squeaks.
“That’s what happens when you play with fire, Little Pixie. You get a hard fucking cock poking you in the ass.”
Her expression twists in confusion. “Umm, that's not how that expression goes.”
“I don’t fucking care. Now… untie me, please.”
She rolls her eyes and releases a long huff, her hands working to untie the rope around my wrists.
Her tits are in my face and it’s taking nearly every ounce of willpower I have not to pull them into my mouth and start this little scene over in a very different way.
“Fine. I kind of like you like this though. Can we do this again? I’ve never felt that kind of power. I get why you like it so much.”
The second I’m freed, my arms swing around her so I can hold her tight as I quickly flip us and cage her beneath me.
My hardening cock rests against her pussy and I groan.
Not now. “Oh, Babygirl. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.
You should keep in mind… actions have consequences.
” My fingers intertwine with hers as I hold her arms near the headboard before shifting so my knee can press right against her still wet cunt.
I lean in and nip her earlobe, then whisper in her ear, “Right now, all I can think about is that pretty asshole of yours. While you rode my face, I had a front row seat of it puckering and convulsing as you came. My dick got so much harder imagining how tight you’ll be when I finally fuck it.
I bet you’ll scream when I tear the most intense orgasm from you just from taking you there. ”
Her breath hitches but she doesn’t respond–at least not verbally. I don’t need her words, though. The wetness coating my knee tells me all I need to know–she likes that thought just as much as I do.
I wait another minute or so, while she tries hard not to ride my knee, then I jump up and stand next to the bed. “Not this time, greedy girl. You haven’t earned my cock in your tight ass yet. But don’t worry… I’m sure you will.” She blows out a sigh of frustration. “Now… let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I’m just saying, you were a natural,” Raegan laughs, curling her body further into my body. She’s nestled into me on the left and Demi is on the right. We’re all still in bed, just… existing–together.
“Do you get it now?” Raegan asks, her tone turned serious, but she’s still calm.
I know what she’s asking. I didn’t think her idea would work, but I can’t deny the mood is lighter. She’s not wrong about me treating her with kid gloves, but I’m not sure I can erase my fear of hurting her in one afternoon.
Demi shifts in my arms. “I’m going to shower and give you two some time to talk.”
I squeeze her hand a couple times with mine as she stands until she eventually pulls it away and disappears behind the bathroom door. My eyes focus in her direction until the waterfall shower starts up and my heart thuds heavily in my chest. I love that girl so fucking much it kind of hurts.
My gaze drops back down to my angel. How is it possible to love two women like this? It’s a question I don’t really need an answer to, but I can’t help wondering how this has become my life.
“It’s so complicated, Raegan.” I tell her. “I wish I could be fixed but I don’t think it’s possible to heal the damage my father did so quickly. It’s going to take some time.”
“Oh, I’m under no illusion that you were going to be magically fearless after all that. Can I be honest with you about something?”
I answer with a tight nod.
“First, let me ask you this. When was the last time you saw your father?”
Every muscle I have begins to tense and my pulse pounds in my throat at her question.
“Please don’t psychoanalyze me. I’ve had a lot of therapy in my life.
I just need you to be my partner, not my therapist.” Her brows furrow at my accusatory tone and I instantly feel like shit about it.
“I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean that like it came out. ”
“Look, Hayes.” She meets my tone with a firm one of her own.
“I’m not stupid. I know it’s going to take time.
All I really needed you to see–by doing what we did–was that we’re all in this…
together. And maybe also that it doesn’t fucking matter how your wrists are tied.
Well, it does, but you had ways to notify me if you were hurt or needed to stop–”
“Wait a minute. We didn’t even have safewords back then.”
She raises a hand and shoves her palm in my face. “Excuse you. I wasn’t finished.”
I’m an asshole. “Go on.”
“We may not have had safewords back then, but the safeword probably wouldn’t have changed the injury itself.
It probably would have made you aware I was hurt sooner, but shit happens.
” She’s sitting back on her knees now, her hands in her lap while she rubs her left wrist with her other hand.
“You could have broken your wrist tonight, too. But you fucking didn’t.
What happened, could have happened to anyone. It’s not your fucking fault.”
I notice the tears just a little too late. They fall like rivers down her pinkened cheeks.
“It felt like my fault back then.”
“I know. But don’t you see? I never blamed you.” She sniffles and shifts her gaze away from me. “I blamed you for leaving me, but not for the accident.”
Her chest heaves as she works to stabilize her breathing, but her tears do her dirty and keep flowing with increasing speed… and quantity.
“Come here, Angel.” Needing to hold her, I pull her body back into my chest and begin making soft circles with my hand at the small of her back. I place a gentle kiss on top of her head. “Thank you for trying. For what it’s worth, I do feel better after it all. I just need some time.”
I honestly believe having Demi and Raegan with me will only help me get there sooner than I ever would have on my own.
“I think you should talk to your dad. In my very non-professional, very ‘just a relationship’ opinion, I feel like it’s the only way you’ll ever really get closure so you can move on with your life and finally be happy… free from whatever hold he still has on you.”
The thought of seeing my father makes my stomach turn violently until it twists into knots.
I never answered her question, but it’s been about six years since I’ve seen him.
He ended up in the emergency room after a bad alcohol binge and I was somehow still his emergency contact.
He had a fucking stroke and I had no choice but to spend my own hard-earned money on the asshole to put him in a home.
I'm still paying his outrageous room and board bill, damn near vomiting every time I cut the check. I don’t want to promise her something I’m not sure I can deliver.
Instead, I kiss her head again and quietly tell her, “I’ll think about it. ”