Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

“Doesn’t matter, Jackie. We talked about this, and you agreed. You promised. Now you trust me on this, trust Alistair, because you need this. You deserve this. Or use your safe word.” There was no brooking the command or the entreaty in Ash’s voice.

Jackie fell silent, and Alistair saw her shoulders twitch, then twitch again. She was crying silently. He reached for the plug, intending to remove it, only to have Ash forestall him, her eyes speaking to him with an eloquent plea. He replayed her words to Jackie in his mind, and got it. He snatched up the paddle and motioned Ashley around to the Jackie’s head where she knelt and put a hand out to smooth the drift of blonde hair away from where it hid her face.

“You’ll take ten, and then we’ll see.” Jackie sniffled, and he saw her head jerk. “Verbalize, Jackie!”

She flinched at the whip crack in his voice and squeaked. “I understand.”

He brought the paddle across the fullness of her ass where it met her thighs, much like the serve of a Ping-Pong ball. She cried out, and he instantly followed up with nine more blows, strategically placed on either buttock, then repeated the pattern. Her skin pinked beautifully and her cries increased in volume, but she didn’t use her safe word. Ashley was watching Jackie’s face, and it seemed to him as though they were sharing the experience, much as he was. He rubbed the abused skin and was rewarded with a hiss because the heat and sting would be spreading. He could smell her sweet arousal and was pleased to no end that she still liked this, even if she wouldn’t like what was coming, whether she felt she deserved it or not.

He’d avoided the end of the plug, but the desire to really punish her stole over him, the hurt and anger that had lain dormant all these years now awake and needing to be expressed. He checked with Ashley, who nodded her consent. He tossed the paddle toward the wall where it hit with a crack that had Jackie jerking against her bonds.

“I’m going to spank you now, Jackie, and you can thank me for not using the cane or the crop. Use your safe word if you need to.” He waited, but Jackie said nothing. So he began.

He used no discernable pattern for her to predict and thus prepare. He smacked her ass from the tops of her buttocks to the crease of her thighs and then whacked them, too, the skin moving past a deep shade of pink to crimson. He tapped the plug frequently, knowing how the unforgiving plastic would wake up all those untried nerve endings and add to the sensations. Jackie wept and sobbed, the volume of her cries increasing with every wallop. It felt right to use his hand on her, more personal and intimate. Ashley suddenly raised a finger, and Alistair instantly stopped. His heart was pounding, and he heard his laboured breathing even over Jackie’s pants. He flexed his stinging hand and carefully felt between Jackie’s legs. Soaked. Ashley had known that she needed this, both to be punished for her own self and to make reparation to him. It was a requirement in getting their past out of the way so they could move forward. It had been incredibly cathartic. For all of them.

He went for a condom and some tissues and returned to stand beside Ashley. Jackie’s face was mottled from the crying, and her nose was red. Her eyelashes were clumped together and she still hiccupped pitifully, and he loved her beyond anything in that moment. Ash took the tissues and wiped Jackie’s face and held them for her to blow her nose while Alistair released her wrists. He handed the condom to Ashley, who took it with barely a hesitation to open it and sheath him. Jackie’s eyes widened and she strained to look from him to Ash, her mouth falling open. If she didn’t know they were a team before, she did now. Alistair had no interest in dominating Ashley, but having her help him, as he would help her, would keep Jackie slightly off balance, especially when she got that Italian temper going.

He released her ankles next and knelt behind her, admiring her red, red ass, the plug like a bull’s-eye to that virgin bottom hole. He decided to leave it in and reached to grasp her hips, lifting her off the bench, and then lowered her, mindful of her probably numb legs, and surged into her pussy to the hilt. He needed no guidance to find her tight little opening, and his cock sang with the sensation of finding its way home. It hit the mouth of her womb, and she flailed in his hold in shock. Ash grabbed her hands as Alistair pulled her back flush to his chest, his cock now nudging the walls of her sheath in very different ways, and felt her bear down on him. It felt totally fucking amazing.

The walls of her tight channel had stretched to accommodate him, but if Ash hadn’t used the big dildo earlier and if he hadn’t driven forward, he doubted he could have gotten so high up inside of her. He was in a place he never wanted to leave, surrounded by such silky fire. The heat he’d created in her buttocks and thighs transferred to his own skin and increased his desire, and he held her hips harder to control her movements. Ash scooted to sit on the bench, never releasing Jackie’s hands, and bent at the waist to swallow Jackie’s gasps and moans with her mouth. Jackie seemed to take strength from that contact, her body becoming less pliant in his arms.

Alistair unleashed a storm of thrusts that surely mashed their lips and teeth together to the point of pain, but Ashley didn’t budge. Instead, she looped Jackie’s hands behind her head and then moved her own freed hands down to cup and lift Jackie’s breasts. Alistair knew one of those hands had gone further south when Jackie flexed on his cock. He powered in and out of her pussy, the plug jostling with his every move, making her tighter, harder to penetrate as he flexed upward and pulled her down onto him each and every time for deeper infiltration. Ashley brought her off shortly thereafter, her scream barely masked by Ashley swallowing that cry, and the sudden clench and residual fluttering deep within Jackie’s cunt caused his balls to draw up, the base of his spine to tingle, and then his cum surged as his cock spent itself. Fuck. His energy was gone, sapped. And Ash hadn’t made it yet. He was truly getting old because all he wanted to do was take care of Jackie and lie down with her sandwiched between them, and damn the unfairness to his partner.

“Is that shower big enough for all of us?” Ashley’s happy tone had him blinking. She winked at him, and Alistair wondered if she’d again divined his thoughts. He nodded slowly and gently pulled out of Jackie, who was crouched boneless on his lap, her face resting on Ashley’s thigh. He lifted her with him as he stood, waited patiently until she found her shore legs and then walked her behind Ashley’s graceful form, her tight buttocks a perfect foil to Jackie’s fuller ones.

Jackie wondered that she could stay upright, let alone walk, and found herself tottering. Alistair made an amused sound behind her and swept her up with easy strength to carry her through the doorway and right into the shower. He set her down again, and she braced her hands against the tiled wall, dropping her head forward until her forehead also touched. She could have used another little nap and maybe an ice pack for her bottom. Alistair had spanked the screw-up of the past right out of her and then some. He pushed up against her and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. She smiled to herself. This was her Alistair, the man she remembered. Correction, the Dom she remembered. There were always the sweet, gentle times after sex no matter how intense the others were. They were something to be prized.

Ashley manipulated the taps, and Alistair stepped between her and the spray until the temperature evened out and the warmth soothed her skin. She stood passively while Ash and ’Stair washed her from head to toe. They were gentle with her poor ass and tops of her thighs, although the removal of the plug made her wince and then feel empty somehow, almost bereft. It was an altogether disconcerting experience, and she clearly remembered Ash’s assertion of what she might expect in her bottom in the future. Ash lacked a really adventuresome spirit, unlike her, but something about this threesome was clearly giving her ideas.

The future. Jackie felt her heart begin to pound as she considered it. Did Alistair see this thing moving forward? Did he want to be part of this threesome? Did she? Ashley had already cast her vote. She made up her mind the evening that Dave let the cat out of the bag, and Jackie still felt badly about withholding. Ashley hadn’t been happy with her, although she’d been far more hurt. Trust was really important to Ashley, something she didn’t give lightly, and she’d felt that Jackie hadn’t trusted her enough to confide. It had been difficult for Jackie to finally share her shame and fears, but she’d managed, and Ashley’s acceptance had literally lifted some of her angst.

Learning about her past relationship with Alistair had seemed to explain everything to Ash, who decided to solve the issue with her usual forthright approach. Jackie didn’t know what her lover and ’Stair talked about. She didn’t ask, fearing she might jinx things. But agreeing to this experience tonight had taken every bit of courage she had, right up to when Alistair had made her look at him, really look. And then there had simply been no option, yet no obligation either.

“Ash has been really patient tonight, Jackie.” Alistair punctuated his comment with a barely there caress on her ass, and the tenderness once again made itself apparent. She dug deep for energy and turned and stepped into the circle of Ashley’s arms and hugged her fiercely before kissing her with all her heart. Ash sighed into her mouth and backed away to lower herself onto the built-in seat. Jackie immediately knelt between her knees and pressed a kiss on Ash’s mound. Ash stroked her wet hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears, and Jackie smiled her appreciation. She carefully parted her lover’s labia and leaned in to use her mouth in the way that drove Ash wild, conscious of Alistair’s brooding presence behind her. She curled her tongue and fucked it into Ash’s opening, relishing the taste of her, drinking her in, the now-cooling spray of the shower cocooning them. She replaced her tongue with two fingers, pushing hard and fast, just the way Ash liked it, curling the longest one to find her G-spot, pressing it with alternating pressure. Ash clenched around her digits, and Jackie knew she was close, aroused and needy from seeing her pleasured and punished for half the night. She sucked Ashley’s clit into her mouth and pinched and tugged in the same instant, and Ash’s hands cradled her head and pressed her firmly against her pussy as she came, her thighs closing in hard to prolong the moment. Jackie lapped gently, and Ashley slowly relaxed her fierce grip. Jackie sat back on her heels and Alistair was suddenly kneeling there to kiss her savagely if briefly, and then he pulled Ashley down into their space. He held them both, and Jackie thought she’d finally come full circle.

“I think we need some sleep.” Ashley’s comment broke the spell. The water ran cold, and Jackie shivered. Alistair immediately rose and flicked the taps off, grabbing some towels almost in the same motion. Again they took care of her first, like a special gift, and then Alistair picked her up and cradled her close.

“Will you stay here overnight? In my place?” Jackie tensed at the first hint of tentativeness in ’Stair’s voice. Ashley quickly put them both at ease.

“Sure. Not something I normally do, but we’ll have to figure some things out. Best we get some rest and talk it over in the morning. Jackie makes incredible waffles if you have the ingredients.”

Jackie found herself being borne inexorably out of the bathroom, quite naked, through the bedroom, and out into the hall. Alistair had a towel slung around his hips, and Ash had snagged a robe. Jackie flinched and hoped her important parts weren’t hanging out when she heard voices, but Ash and ’Stair ignored the other members and carried on their conversation as though she wasn’t there. They passed a room where a scene was transpiring, and Jackie squinted and then stared harder. She got only a glimpse, but she liked what she saw. She knew a few others from the police station gave her the same double take, and she blushed so hard she could feel the heat radiate across her cheekbones.

“Get used to it, darlin’. I like to show off my subs, and in far more revealing positions than the one you’re in now.”

Jackie saw Ashley grin out of the corner of her eye, and a hint of rebellion rose to mingle with her recent sense of well-being and contentment. Alistair and Ashley thought they’d tag team her, but they just might be in for a few surprises. It was just her nature.

“I don’t have a problem with ’Stair ‘encouraging’ you, Jackie. I might even help.” God, Ashley had indeed been influenced. She resigned herself to experiencing some things she might not enjoy, although she supposed she wouldn’t know if she liked them if she didn’t try, and Ashley didn’t need to think she wouldn’t experience something different, too! Alistair leaned her weight against the door at the far end of the hall and twisted the knob with the hand under her fanny. It opened, and he carried her inside, leaving Ashley to close it behind them. They were in what were obviously his private quarters and Jackie’s heart pained at the Spartan atmosphere. Alistair lived here, alone, in an almost sterile environment, and she knew that she was at least partly responsible for it. Tears pricked, her nose drew up and she blinked furiously.

“Stop.” Alistair set her down and grasped her shoulders, pulling her close and glaring down into her eyes. “We start from here, Jackie. If you need another punishment to move you forward, then I’ll administer it. But
do not
cry over historical spilt milk. There’s been enough time wasted.”

She willed her outburst back and swallowed several times before nodding. He was right. Her ass would remind her tomorrow, but it was over. Addressed and dealt with. She managed a watery smile. “Can we get some sleep? I’m pretty much done in.”

She felt Ashley relax beside her, and Alistair released her shoulders after giving her a final searching look. He drew her into the bedroom, and Jackie ignored the additional lack of anything that would make this place his home. Instead, she hurried into the attached bathroom to use the toilet and wash her hands, then clambered onto the bed, pulling back the covers and taking her place right in the middle. She felt Alistair looking at her ass and gave it a little twitch, just because, although she was careful not to put any weight on it. Alistair flicked off the light, leaving only the dim street lighting permeating the tiny holes in the slats of the blinds to infuse the darkness with softly filtered illumination, and she felt him climb in beside her. She snuggled into his arms, and Ashley spooned against her back, obviously being careful to avoid too much contact with her sore skin. Her exhaustion rose up, the emotional piece of both anticipating this event and experiencing it having sucked her dry far more than the physical acts. She embraced it and let it pull her under.