Chapter 15
Mateo
I appreciate she doesn't immediately give in to the sexual tension smoldering between us, and thinks about my question before answering. She reaches forward and tugs the drain stopper, the water splashing and swirling as it drains.
Lucy comes to a stand in the tub, the water sluicing over her curves, dripping down her golden thighs. Without giving me time to take her in, she steps out and grabs towels, handing one to me. I follow, still wet and dripping, trailing after her like a needy puppy while she walks confidently into the bedroom. My cock bobs between my legs, depraved and desperate. I've missed Lucy in all the ways, but I haven't fucked her in way too long and I'm lightheaded with the need of it.
Lucy drops her towel with a flourish and turns to face me. Her cheeks flush crimson and she gently bites her bottom lip, unable to hide her nervousness, but trying to seem brave all the same.
She didn't answer my question in the bathroom. She's still shy, but clearly interested in experimenting. That's okay, we'll start slow.
I'm not much of a primal dom, but the idea of chasing Lucy through the woods, shoving her into the ground and forcing her body into compliance is becoming my new favorite fantasy.
I shake my head to clear the image away. She's not ready for that. She doesn't even know what that is, she's barely confessed to wanting to try bondage.
Out of the office, away from the numbers and the chaos and the responsibility, being with her like this leaves me with nothing but raw need. Basic, primal, eager. Like her, it gives me space to turn the outside world off and focus on the here and now.
Stalking my beautiful, innocent Lucy, eyes glittering with delight, despite her stiff, nervous posture, I move closer. A deviant smile paints my lips.
Gripping her hip, I ask, "Ever had a safe word before?"
A small wrinkle forms between her dark brows, and she shakes her head once.
"Alright. Until you pick your own safe word, let's say red means stop… yellow means slow or move with caution…" Her eyes are glassy and hooded, and I'm not entirely sure she hasn't slipped into scene already. "Nod if you understand, Lucy," I tease, gripping her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
She nods, "I understand. Red means stop. Yellow means slow."
"Good girl."
Pink blooms high on her cheeks beneath her golden freckles, preening at the praise. I glance down at her naked body, admiring her pointed, dusky almond-colored nipples begging to be sucked, the light brown galaxy of freckles dusting her golden skin, complimenting my darker olive complexion perfectly.
Barely touching, I trace the back of my hand down her chest, letting my fingers graze her left nipple. She sucks in a breath and leans closer, so I pull away.
"Mateo," Lucy begs.
I smile and walk away, relieved she didn't officially kick me out, so all my things are still here. Stepping into the walk-in closet, I pull open the drawer which holds my ties, all perfectly arranged, and take three of the darkest ones.
Lucy eyes me curiously as I rip the heavy duvet, her weighted blanket and all her creature comforts off the bed, leaving it in a clean, bare white sheet and pillows.
Crooking my finger, I instruct, "Come here, Lucy." She steps up to the bed, crawling across the massive California-king mattress toward me. The sight of her on her knees nearly breaks me. I stop her when she reaches the middle.
"Lie down on our stomach." She glances at the ties in my hand, a hidden, quiet smile betraying her cautious movements. Lying on her stomach, she turns her head to face me, a trusting look in her eyes, and that's when it hits me.
Early in our relationship, had I asked permission to tie her up and do depraved, wicked things to her body with Noah and Silas watching on, I doubt she'd have been receptive. We still haven't been together that long. And though she may have admitted to being curious, she's still green. It hits me that we might not be here now, she might not be this open and trusting, if we hadn't taken the time to build a genuine relationship first.
Leaning down, my lips crash into hers. I steal her breath, wanting to devour her. My teeth drag over her bottom lip, biting her small chin, before colliding my tongue with hers. When she turns her body to reach for me, I pull away and she whimpers.
Straddling her hips, pushing her body into place, flush with the mattress, I grab both arms, pulling them behind her back. "Do you know what it means to be in scene, Lucy?" I ask, while looping the soft material of my silk tie over her wrists, binding them together.
"I… I think so," she whispers.
"When we're in scene, we're playing a part. There's a beginning and an end. We end or pause a scene if you say red or yellow. Every scene is different. I might say things to you I'd never normally say, or do things we don't normally do. Being in scene is different from our usual sex life, we can behave a little differently. Just because we do something in scene doesn't mean I expect it every time. Understand?"
"Yes." I tug on her wrists, adjusting the tie, and she adds, "Sir."
Fuck. A tingling cascade of pleasure slithers down my spine, straight down the length of my cock. My sac feels heavy, and I'm fully erect, but I ignore the sensation, despite knowing a simple touch would feel fucking exquisite. I could blow my load all over her back with minimal effort, but the knowledge is pleasure enough.
Adjusting on the bed, I grab Lucy's ankles, spreading her legs wide, knees bent, feet together, and tie.
"Is this okay?" I ask. I know it isn't exactly comfortable. That's not the point, though.
"Yes, Sir," Lucy whispers, and again, her soft voice and implicit compliance is its own aphrodisiac.
"Good girl."
I swear she fucking whimpers at the praise. God, why haven't we done this before? My earlier reasoning feels asinine, the more submissive she becomes.
She won't be comfortable in this position for long, no matter how exciting it may be, so I don't intend to draw this out. Not tonight, anyway. Hopping off the bed, I head into the bathroom and dig through one of the drawers, finding the discreet fabric case hidden in the back. Opening it up, I pull out the vibrator.
Back in the bedroom, using the third tie, I bind her wrists and ankles together, hogtying her on the bed, so her knees spread wide, and she has zero control.
"You will need to tell me, from here on out, if you need to slow down or stop. This is the last time I'll check in. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she says promptly. Then adds, "Green, Sir."
Smiling, I kneel between her bent and spread knees. I can't believe how well she's taking to this. Tucking my arm beneath her waist, I pull, so she moves back, ass presenting in the air, face pressed into the bed. Fucking perfect .
Turning on the vibrator, Lucy tenses, and I laugh darkly. "You thought I didn't know about this, mi corazón ? Your vibrator? It's a little small, no?"
I found it over a month ago when I was looking for clippers. Instead, I stumbled across a nondescript case buried in the back of a drawer. Naturally, I opened it up, amused by the lengths she went to hide it from me. She'd washed the small toy, it didn't smell like her, but I still jacked off with it, holding it along the length of my cock, imagining her fucking herself with the toy.
Lucy's the type to get embarrassed, though, which is what makes all this so great. Making her blush, showing her new things, watching her discover and experiment with her body.
Turning the vibrator on high, holding it in one hand, I reach between her legs, letting my fingers split her open. Her lower lips part, breaking the seal, revealing a pretty pink dripping wet pussy. I run my fingers back and forth, marveling at how wet and warm she is, watching the shiny slick coat her skin as I rub my fingers faster, pulling them higher, coating the tight ring of her ass. Pushing in, she gasps, her asshole squeezing my thumb. Jesus, it's a tight fit.
Thank fuck we've done anal before, otherwise I'd worry it was too much for one night. As it happens, my errant mouth admitted I wanted to fuck her tight ass one night when I was pounding into her from behind, right after we moved in together. I didn't that night, but the next day, she very shyly asked me about what I'd whispered in the throes of passion. I had to hide how pleased I was by her curiosity, and I spent the next few weeks adding a finger, two, then three until I finally coached her through relaxing that tight ring enough to let me use my cock. That was a fun night for both of us.
It wasn't that long ago, though.
Pressing the vibrator against her pussy, Lucy keens.
"Why is your vibrator so small?" I muse, coating it in her juicy pussy, teasing it over her clit, then slipping it inside her, pumping a few times. It's only about five inches long, and thin. I feel like most dildos I've seen push six to eight inches, but I could be mistaken.
"It's easy to hide," she pants.
"From me?"
"Yes."
After a beat, I pull the vibrator out. "Why?"
"I was em—" Lucy grunts when I push it back in, whipping the vibrator in and out of her faster. When she doesn't continue, I pause.
"I was embarrassed," she admits.
I tut, but resume playing. I have an ulterior motive tonight. Lucy hasn't taken two cocks at once, certainly not three. Using her little blue vibrator will be good practice for double penetration.
Pulling the toy out, dropping it on the mattress between her legs, I line up at her entrance, admiring the shape of her ass spread open for me.
Completely at my mercy.
Holding my heavy cock in hand, I watch, mesmerized by the visual as I disappear inside her pussy.
"Ohh, god, Mateo," Lucy cries.
"I missed you so fucking much, Lucy. God your body chokes down this cock so well. In all of your holes. Doesn't it, mi corazón ?" Pushing harder, I grip her clustered wrists and ankles, using them as leverage as I thrust into her. Lucy's delicate panting turns into inelegant, needy grunts.
"So good," she whimpers, barely constraining a scream.
My balls constrict while Lucy tenses tighter and tighter the harder I fuck her, so I pull out. She's dripping wet between her legs, her pussy trying so hard to suckle and hold on to my cock. Pulling away, I push the vibrator into her pussy, angling the point toward her g-spot.
I'm flattered, imagining she chose the shape because it reminded her of my uncut head, pointed like a missile. Some people are weird about uncircumcised cock, but Lucy loves it. I fucking love it, too.
Lucy shakes beneath me, and I allow myself another moment, admiring her backside, ass in the air, hands and feet tied, completely exposed and restrained. It's a sight I'll never forget, and a gift I'll never take for granted. Shifting closer, holding the vibrator inside her pussy with one hand, I line up at her perfect, tiny asshole, then press through the tight ring. Her ass squeezes my cock tighter than a fist, the pressure and friction sparking like a live wire down my sensitive length as I push in, tip first, nice and slow.
"Like we talked about, Lucy. Relax your body," I coach her, ass wiggling in response to my encouragement. Adjusting the vibrator inside her, I pull it out so I can push my cock all the way in, then push the vibrator back in, filling both her holes up completely.
Fuck, she's so tight and full. I feel the vibration through the thin barrier between my cock and the toy. I move in shallow thrusts, her entire body shaking, while I push in and out, her ass clenching tighter with each thrust. My balls tighten, pulling up high, the tingling sensation growing deeper, and I know I'm close.
I can tell she's getting close, too, judging by her sobbing praise. "Oh god, Mateo, it's so good! Yes, don't stop, don't stop! Ohh fuck! "
"Ah, mi amore, joder, " I chant. "You feel so fucking good."
Adjusting the vibrator, I continue to thrust into her ass, bruising her flesh with each pound as I bottom out inside her, my pelvis slamming against her ass cheeks. Leaving the vibrator snug in place, I pull my other hand back, palm open, fingers flat, and whip it down, slapping her ass with a sharp sting.
" Ahh! Oh god! Mateo!" She cries, so I do it again. Each slap she clenches her body so tight, choking my cock.
"Come now, Lucy. Come for me, mi corazón ," I command, reaching between her legs to finger her clit. I feel it the moment she comes, as if I couldn't hear it in her begging screams.
She practically vibrates in my arms, shaking with so much force I can't help but move with her.
Somehow she takes control—not her but the id , her primal, most base self—her pussy and ass grip so hard and she thrusts back against me, despite the restraints, with small yet guttural movements, wringing my cock.
My balls tighten and I come like a fucking freight train, warm come filling her ass, my cock buried so deep inside her, I take everything she gives me. I grunt, holding in as far as I can go, my pelvis flush with her ass. At some point, I lose control of the vibrator, and it buzzes on the mattress between her knees. Slick come soaks her thighs, leaving the sheets wet and sticky.
Still shaking, aftershocks from the orgasm shiver through my whole body before I pull out. Come drips out of her ass, a perfect visual to add to the rest of the mess between her legs.
Undoing the restraints, Lucy collapses the moment I release her wrists and ankles. Tiredly, I drag myself to the bathroom to clean myself up, dropping the vibrator in the sink before soaking a washcloth in cool water.
When I return to the bedroom, I laugh when a soft snore escapes her lips. It's hard to miss the red skin around her wrists and ankles, but she's fallen asleep with a tender smile, so any worry I might've had at taking her so thoroughly fades into the background. She handled her first time with restraints like a champion. I'm particularly fond of the red handprint on her ass.
I wipe the wet cloth between her legs, cleaning her thighs, then her pussy and ass, and it wakes her up. Eyes still hooded, half asleep, she mutters, "Thank you."
Grabbing a clean dry towel, I rearrange her body to cover the wet spot of our come with the towel, then cover her body with the blankets. I'd change the sheets, but I don't want to move her more than I have to.
I don't ask if it's okay to stay home tonight, taking advantage of her sleepy submission.
Before I climb into bed, I pour her a glass of water, leaving it by her bedside, then track down my phone and text Noah and Silas, letting them know she's okay. I won't tell them she forgot about dinner, I don't want to set the precedent that she's not interested in them.
In all honesty, I'm not really sure what she's thinking on that front. She didn't say much, but I sure as hell am not going to push her for an answer.
I can't help but feel guilty about the other night, seeing how effortlessly they connected with her. They both had a crush building, but after spending time with Lucy, Silas is fucking gone for her. I don't blame him. But I won't push Lucy into this unconventional relationship if she isn't interested.
I save that problem for another day, but it turns out, I may not need to.
Lucy wakes when I crawl into bed beside her. Tucking her back against my front, I throw a leg over hers, my Neanderthal brain needing to possess and hold every piece of her. She just snuggles closer, letting out a soft sigh.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I ask, "You okay, Lu?"
"Mmmhm." She wiggles her ass against me. "I feel amazing. My arms are sore, wrists too, but I feel good."
I nod, my cheek pressed against her hair. "Your muscles will feel sore tomorrow. Stretching, maybe some yoga, will help."
"I have a routine when my muscles are sore, and I've got some arnica oil and other things that I'll use on my wrists and ankles, but I'll be fine. I'm not worried about it. Just noticing."
"Keep noticing. If there's anything else you need…"
After a few minutes, I assume she's fallen asleep when she speaks up. "You're really okay with sharing things like that… me… with Noah and Silas?"
She's careful to hide her inflection, so I can't tell which way she's leaning. We've spent enough time with half-truths, though, so I'm honest. "Not just okay with it… but yes. I like the idea of you getting to explore with the three of us. Of all of us taking care of each other. Just us, though. I don't want an open relationship."
She nods in understanding. I've seen friends and lovers at Atrium make the mistake of not clarifying their needs and boundaries over the years, and sometimes, if you're not careful, a poly group can be misconstrued as open. There's nothing wrong with an open relationship, it's just not something I'm into. Certainly not with Lucy.
"I'm not sure I can handle three of you, let alone anyone else," she laughs. "I don't want anyone else, Mateo. I was serious the other night. All I need is you. But I can admit…" She's quiet a minute, so I stroke her hair, giving her time to find her words.
"When Silas came over yesterday… while you were at work. We talked about you. And about Noah. And it felt really nice. Natural. I like him. I don't know what that means, and I don't know how I feel about Noah. I don't really know either of them. But I am… curious."
"Okay. Curious is good. There's no pressure—"
"No, I know. I don't feel pressured. So if this, your relationship with them, is what you've been afraid to show me, I'm ready to see it. Are you working tomorrow?" Then she laughs, "Of course you are."
I groan, pinching her ass, and she squeaks. I don't enjoy being so predictable.
"Well, maybe while you're at work, I can visit them, and we can get to know each other a little better. Will they be home? Silas said they work from their apartment?"
She has no idea what those words do to me. Knowing she wants to spend time with them, the prospect of not having to worry about how she's feeling, if her anxiety is manageable, if she's happy. If she was with Noah, he'd make sure she had whatever she needed. And Silas would make her smile, and not let her take shit too seriously, which I'm not great at.
I promise her I'll text her their address before she falls asleep. I debate warning the guys, but think it'll be a pleasant surprise if she shows up unannounced.