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Authors: Caitlyn Willows

Tags: #BDSM Contemporary Menage

Oliver (13 page)

Oliver jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m sure she’d appreciate it. The woman’s very good at her job.”

Lucas started for the door, then stopped. “On second thought…”

“Don’t worry.” Oliver chuckled. “She only bites on command.”

Lucas shot him a frown. “So that was your handiwork.”

He gave a nod. “I had to know where the two of you stood. So did you.”

Merideth didn’t like being manipulated. “And where is that?”

“Two people who still care very much about each other, and now they both realize that.”

She chewed on that for a few seconds. “You don’t include yourself in that?”

He shrugged. “I know how I feel. I wasn’t sure about you two.” He motioned his head toward the door. “Go on. Becky would appreciate the help, and I could use some alone time with Merideth. You’ll like the real Becky.”

Just don’t like her too much
. Merideth had the sense to keep that comment to herself. She had no claim on Lucas. He needed a woman who could give him everything he needed. She hadn’t been that woman before; what chance did she possibly have of being so now, when the very feel of a flogger in her hand made her skin crawl?

“Here. Let me.” Oliver took the flogger from her. “This is much too big for your hand. You need something you can get a good grip on.”

She watched his easy lope toward the cabinet in the rear of the room. “I’m not sure I want to. I haven’t held one in a very long time.”

“Too bad for Lucas, then.” He draped the flogger on a velvet-lined shelf and reached for another.

Merideth laced her fingers tightly together to keep them from shaking. It didn’t help. “This isn’t about Lucas. It’s about me.”

Oliver glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow slightly arched. “Good, then we’ve made more progress.”

It didn’t feel like it to her.

He turned back to the selection. “Who took down the bullwhip?”

“Lucas. The sound of it…” She swallowed the nausea that rose to her throat.

“Understandable. It wouldn’t have been my first choice. Or my second or third. I don’t like blood play. I use it only to set a tone.” He retrieved the flogger he’d just set aside. “This is different.”

Turning, he pulled the long, soft falls through his fingers. So reminiscent of the way he used to comb her hair that her scalp tingled. Goose bumps followed down her body.

“You used to love the feel of this on your skin. Loved the thud it made over Lucas’s body. The blush of his skin. The heat on yours.”

Her body tightened, heartbeat quickened. “I did…before.”

“And you will again. Unless you’ve changed your mind about retraining.”

Merideth shook her head. “No. I want it. I need it. Or at least I need to try.”

“Good decision.”

He stalked her way, flicking the falls back and forth. The movement reminded her of the falls on the loopy john, how they’d kissed her nipples and clitoris. The lick of heat that grew in intensity. The orgasm that had shaken her from head to toe.

“You will remove your clothing.” Oliver snapped the flogger toward a body-sized frame off to the side. “I’m going to bind you. It’s time you were reacquainted with an old friend.”

“Are…are you going to undress too?” Not a good sign that her voice now shook as much as the rest of her.

“Of course.”

He was within inches of her, his voice low, his body heat pulsing her way.

“How else can I fuck you? And I’m going to fuck you.”

He draped the flogger around her neck and drew her against him.

“And make you come over and over again.” He kissed her. “And if you’re very good…” Another longer kiss. “I’m going to pull you over my lap and paddle your sweet ass to a rosy blush while your pussy drips against my thigh.”

Oh God
. “And…and if I’m not a good girl?”

Oliver feigned a disappointed sigh. “Must I get the cream?”

Her eyes flashed wide. “No.” She shoved her hands between them in a halfhearted attempt for freedom.

Oliver clamped his hand over her ass and held tight. “Maybe put a dab on your clit.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He laughed and swung her into a hug. “Never. Too cruel.” Another love pat followed. “Clothes off.”

They stripped together, though Oliver finished way before her. Merideth took the time to neatly fold her clothes, setting them in a pile on the padded bench. Time wasters, really, while Oliver buzzed around the room, setting up. He scattered condoms here and there, always one within easy reach. Bottles of water were next to straps, paddles, glass plugs, and dildos. He adjusted the leather cuffs on the frame to her height. Tested each one for quick release. So detail oriented Merideth wondered if it was another of his ploys to either calm her or ratchet her nerves to the breaking point.

Now he waited patiently for her by the frame, erection at full staff, flogger dangling from his fingers, an extension of himself. “I’ve never hurt you, Merideth, and I never will. You have the power to stop this. You have the control. Never forget that.”

“I won’t.” Nor would she ever put herself in a situation where those safety protocols didn’t exist. “I’m ready.” Tell that to her insides.

Slow steps positioned her in the frame. Oliver stood before her, the flogger lying at her feet. He slipped his arms around her, one hand cradling her back, the other kneading her ass. Determined lips found hers. His tongue laid waste to hers as he kissed her hard and deep while the hot cock trapped between their bodies throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

She stabbed her fingers in his hair, holding on for dear love. If he only knew how much he meant to her, how much he’d always meant to her. God, what a fool she’d been. Still was. Because she didn’t have the courage to utter the words her heart demanded be said. Merideth didn’t want to analyze any of this. She wanted to feel, to let go, knowing she’d be safe and cared for. The only thing missing was Lucas. She didn’t dare ask for him. Oliver’s way, Oliver’s rules, Oliver as Master.

A sharp whack on her butt cheek shocked a gasp from her, breaking the kiss and setting her body on alert. He shifted lower, stabbing his erection between her labia and riding her clit. Five more spanks jerked her toward him. Goose bumps fell in the rush of heat, but her nipples remained rigid, aching.

She whimpered when Oliver stepped away. He stilled her worries with another kiss. Slipping her arm from his neck, he licked and kissed his way to her fingertips, sucked each one into his hot mouth, and then gently secured her wrist in the butter-soft cuff.

Merideth presented her free arm to him. Oliver twirled his tongue into her palm, worked his way to her shoulder, over her collarbone, and down to her breast. He toyed with her nipple, tugging, sucking, kneading her breast in a hard draw that thrust her against him. She clutched his head once more, holding on, praying he’d get to her other breast soon.

She moaned a complaint when he ignored it and wandered down her body. Kisses rained over her belly, down thighs she couldn’t spread wide enough. She damned him for ignoring those places that most needed attention. Blessed him for building her to the edge of bliss.

“Oh, Oliver,” she gasped. “Oliver, please.”

“Shh.” He licked the inside of her ankle. “Let me love you the way I want, the way you need.”

Oliver gently secured her foot to the frame, skidded his hands up her leg, barely touched her pussy, then tickled his fingers down to her other ankle and secured it as well.

Merideth clenched her fist to her chest to keep her hand off her clit. Kneeling at her spread feet, Oliver smiled up at her.

“You’re being a very good girl.”

A soft cry escaped at the promise his praise gave. Oliver cupped the backs of her legs, ran his hands up to her ass, and leaned toward her clit. She dropped her hand to his head, fighting the urge to hold it in place, a move that would only take her off the good-girl list and onto the bad. Something she truly dreaded. So she pulled away and gripped the cuff dangling above her.

“A
very
good girl, and that deserves a special treat.” Oliver flicked his tongue over her clit.

Oh God
. Tremors wiggled through her.

“Very, very good.” He stood, kissed her breast, her throat, the corners of her mouth, traced his tongue along her parted lips, secured her other wrist, and stepped away.

Merideth’s gaze zeroed in on his erection. Impossible to believe, but it looked bigger and harder than she’d ever seen it. “You might want to watch your swing with the flogger. You don’t want to take out that bad boy.”

Oliver smirked and picked up the tool. “Won’t be much swinging involved. I remember how you like it.” He was before her again. “And by the time we’re done here, you’ll remember too.” He positioned the flogger around her neck so the falls brushed her nipples. “Now for your treat.”

Merideth wiggled as much as her bindings would allow, lost in the feel of the chamois strips against her breast. She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until she felt Oliver spread her butt cheeks. One push seated the lube-slickened plug in place. Her muscles clenched around it, pumping more blood into her swollen clit.

“Now let’s warm up that pretty little backside of yours.” Cool leather brushed harder and harder circles over her ass. His fingers followed, digging deep into her flesh. He bracketed her body on one side, pushed one finger between her labia, and tapped the paddle across her buttocks.

Merideth humped his hand, raised her butt into the persistent strokes. Relief was a carrot he dangled before her. She slumped in her bindings when he stepped away, leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. She’d never felt more alive.

He slipped the flogger from her neck, danced the tips over every inch of her body. Juices sopped her thighs, drawn out by his talented fingers. She closed her eyes and drank in the increasing swish of the flogger kissing her body randomly, never the same place twice, never with the same intensity, never with pain. Her body burned with lust. All she wanted was more, more, more. With each stroke, she drifted further into the bliss that had eluded her since the day she’d left him.

I love you, Oliver. I love you.

A sob escaped her. It didn’t stop him. His hits were targeted now. Over her breasts, across her ass, and—
God!
—between her legs.

“God, I’m on fire,” she cried out. “I can’t bear the wait a second longer. Please. Please.”

“Begging, Merideth?”

“Some things are worth begging for.” She could hardly breathe, barely think.

He hugged up against her, his erection poking into her lower back. “Normally I would mark that in the bad-girl column. But frankly, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait much longer myself. I want you to come so bad I can taste it.”

“Well,” she panted, “there is that option.”

Oliver chuckled and deprived her of his body. “I have something else in mind.” He walked away, she thought to put on a condom, and returned with a knotted blue silk scarf.

Merideth’s knees buckled. “You remembered,” she said in a rush of breath.

Oliver gave that naughty half smile she loved so much. “How could I possibly forget?”

It was the first real
toy
they’d ever used. They’d worn out several during the course of their relationship. Raked over her clit, sawed around Oliver’s dick, tied to Lucas’s dick, binding wrists and ankles and…

She half sighed, half moaned when he slung the scarf between her legs. Grasping the ends, he pulled it slowly over her clitoris. In five swipes she was coming, thrashing against her cuffs like a rag doll in the wind. Her head buzzed. Her legs couldn’t hold her.

Oliver wrapped one arm around her waist and snapped the wrist cuffs off. She tried not to sag, but her muscles refused to work. He eased her onto the mat beneath them and released her ankles. Merideth reached for him with her arms and legs, desperate to have him inside her. Oliver stood, dragging her up with him and then into his arms.

Each step toward the nest of double-wide chairs at the far end of the room bounced his erection against her ass. A minispanking, as it was, preparing her for the main event. A leather strap, a small bowl, more condoms, and water sat on the table between two of the chairs. Oliver set her on her feet, sat, and urged her over his lap.

“Let’s get rid of this.” He removed the plug. The bowl clinked. “Drink of water?”

“I’m good.”

He rubbed the strap over her ass. “Comfortable?”

She wiggled into position. “Yes.” And getting more excited by the second. It seemed he was too, since he’d wasted little time rolling a condom into place.

Oliver stroked her thighs and bottom, each move stronger than the one before, until she writhed. He shifted a little, giving her something firm to rub her clit against.

Merideth shook her head. “You. I want you inside me.”

He steadied her upright, held his cock for her when she sat astride his hips, and groaned hard with her once he was wedged inside. Seconds ticked away. Seconds when neither of them dared to move. She could feel his cock pulsing, his balls tight against her ass. He was the Master.
His
control. Merideth would do nothing to take that away from him. Not this time. Not like before. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a woman who’d finally realized what she wanted and needed. Oliver. Lucas. She’d do anything and everything to keep them.

He tapped the strap against her ass. Merideth jerked, bit her lower lip, and pushed her backside out for more. Two more smacks, harder this time, stealing her breath and making her thrust her breasts out. Oliver caught her nipple between his lips, rolled, and landed another stroke over her butt. He shoved his thumb against her clit.

“Ride me,” he said around a mouthful of tit and punctuated the command with the strap.

Merideth clutched his shoulders, lost in the moment, the wonder, the joy of feeling. She soaked in the burn, marveled at how hot it made them
there.

“Come for me.” He tossed the strap aside and paddled his hand over her ass. “Come.” Separated her cheeks and pushed his finger up her anus. “Come.” Clutched his arms around her, dropped them both to the floor, and pounded his cock hard and deep.

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