Bound to Be a Groom (24 page)

“What is it, love?” She’d pulled the flogger away from him and leaned down to breathe the words into his ear. While she dragged the very tips of suede along his tender skin, letting the leather kiss his flesh, she looked over to see if Farleigh was likewise finished. He nodded his agreement and turned the weeping Pia into his strong arms, cradling her and soothing her with words of praise and admiration.

Anna turned her full attention back to Sebastian, giving him a long lick up his neck to just below his ear, where she knew he was the most sensitive. He shivered and moaned, probably past any verbal reasoning. She kissed him one last time on the cheek, then circled around him, dragging the flogger along his cock and then up his muscled stomach and across the hard tips of his nipples.

Of all the things that had been done to him, she was surprised that the slight whispering caress of the suede against his chest was what finally made him cry out. That tiny, tender thing.

“Anna!” His eyes—dark and wild with passion—bored into hers while his hard cock jutted out from his body. “Anna,” he repeated, almost a prayer this time.

“I love you, Sebastian,” she whispered back.

Anna looked up again and realized it wasn’t merely Sebastian who had soared into those misty corridors of ecstasy. All four of them had entered a shared realm of sweat and intense pleasure—Farleigh and Anna from the exertion and Pia and Sebastian from the endurance of it.

Anna dropped the flogger.

Breathing hard, she kissed Sebastian lightly on the neck. “Beautifully done, my darling,” she praised. He shivered in response, his muscles straining from having held the position for so long. “Come.” She helped him up and brought him to the silk-covered pile of pillows next to Farleigh and Pia. She arranged them so he could settle onto his stomach, ostensibly as a nod to his comfort, but in fact, so she could look her fill at his glorious, hot skin.

Anna watched as Farleigh continued to soothe Pia—who had wept delicious tears all during her thorough spanking and was now clinging to him fiercely, as if he were her savior rather than her tormentor. Anna trailed her fingernails lightly across Sebastian’s gorgeously red arse and back. He quivered again, but he was past the ability to say any actual words. The lines Farleigh had created were miraculous. Anna traced them lovingly and relished Sebastian’s answering moans of pleasure.

“These will not be gone anytime soon, my love. Such a beautiful memory for you.” She leaned down and licked the length of one particularly vibrant welt. Sebastian whimpered into the turquoise satin pillow and relaxed deeper into her care.

Continuing to hold Pia close, Farleigh reached over to pick something up off a low table near where he was sprawled. He said something soothing and kind to Pia, then handed Anna an amber glass pot of salve. “Here,” he whispered. “This will ensure he is comfortable.” Anna opened it and smelled the exotic herbal fragrance, then rubbed it lovingly into Sebastian’s skin.

After she finished tending to Sebastian, Anna turned to Farleigh. “May I have a word?”

He kept rocking Pia, smoothing her hair and kissing her tenderly, comforting her in much the same way Anna had cared for Sebastian. When he looked as though he was finally satisfied that she was properly soothed, Farleigh looked up and nodded as he set Pia gently on the makeshift bed alongside Sebastian, also on her stomach with her bright-red arse tilted similarly upward.

Anna felt hot all over. She wanted everything all at once. Sebastian’s cock. Pia’s mouth. Maybe even Farleigh’s strong hands on her breasts. But first she wanted to see Farleigh take Sebastian, rough and hard and sure.

He joined her near the lightly blowing linen that served as the door, and she spoke quietly. “I suspect you are far more experienced than I am in this sort of thing.”

He quirked his lips.

“As much as it pains me to admit it,” she added quickly.

“Thought so,” he said, crossing his arms in front of his large, muscled chest.

“But I am not stupid. Like a kitchen, too many chefs spoil the pot. Why don’t we make this first time your turn to cook?”

“You will submit to me?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she whispered hoarsely. “Of course I shan’t submit to you, but if you were inclined to orchestrate the proceedings in a way that allowed all of us to take our pleasure, I would be amenable.”

He smiled. “I was only checking. I’ve no interest in breaking someone from her true nature . . .
Chef
. I like it. Let me think.” He looked over his shoulder at the two beautiful languorous bodies, then back into Anna’s eyes. “Are you willing to let me take Sebastian while you and Pia hold him down?”

Anna’s face must have flushed at the prospect.

He laughed low and strong. “I’ll take that as a most definitive yes.” He finished describing what he had in mind, and Anna nodded here and there to let him know she was willing. She admired his creativity and made a mental note to allow herself the same freedom to imagine and improvise in the future. Oh, the mere idea!
The future
.

A few minutes later, Farleigh and Anna approached their lovers. Seb and Pia were holding hands and breathing deeply, not quite asleep, not quite awake. Farleigh leaned down to whisper so both Sebastian and Pia could hear. “Now for your just rewards. This afternoon, Anna and I decided, we are going to let Sebastian be the center of attention.”

Sebastian opened one eye and looked at Anna. She nodded and smiled, and he gave her a dreamy, acquiescent smile in return. He blinked slowly, trying to get his bearings, but he suspected he would be unmoored for the rest of his life.

He watched as Anna kissed Pia on the lips. “Wake up, my darling. I need you.” Anna helped Pia stand up, then Anna held her arms wide as if Pia were her maid. Pia lovingly removed Anna’s caftan and let it fall to the ground.

Sebastian sighed when Farleigh began kissing him more fully awake, nipping at his lips. “On your back, man.” Sebastian obeyed, turning over to face them—Farleigh to his left, Anna and Pia to his right.

“How did I get so lucky?” Sebastian asked.

Anna leaned down. “Because you have been a very, very good boy.” She tapped him playfully on the nose. “Now, keep in mind, Farleigh is in charge, but I still get to tell you when you can come. Inside me, all right?”

He reached for her cheek and touched her. “Yes, darling,” he said as she took his hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth.

Farleigh took Sebastian’s other hand and tied it firmly to one of the tent posts, then walked around to his other side and took Sebastian’s hand from Anna’s mouth and tied it to another post. Sebastian tested the resistance, then gave himself over completely to the feeling of utter freedom that he always felt when he was restrained. His bonds released him.

“There we are,” Farleigh said, testing the tension one last time. “Now, Pia.” Farleigh let his palm rest on her still-warm arse as he spoke to her. “You and Anna are going to need to keep Sebastian very open for me. Can you do that?”

Pia nodded, eyes wide.

“Very good.”

Sebastian tilted his head back and thrust his cock into the air, moaning in anticipation.

“Not to worry, Sebastian. Anna is going to take care of your cock and Pia is going to take care of your mouth. You know where I’ll be.” Farleigh laughed low and opened another trunk. He moved a few things around then took out another porcelain jar and undid the lid.

“Anna and Pia, pull his knees back for me, will you?”

Sebastian groaned again when each woman climbed onto the bed of cushions on either side of him and did Farleigh’s bidding while the duke walked slowly toward them.

“Oh yes.” Farleigh dipped two fingers into the jar of ointment and set the container on the floor. Kneeling between Sebastian’s spread legs, Farleigh began rubbing the lubricant all around Sebastian’s quivering arsehole. “That’s it. You’re already opening for me, aren’t you, Seb? Grabbing even.”

“Yes. God, yes,” he panted.

“I found this cream in a shop in the Caribbean, Seb. I thought you’d appreciate it.” Anna and Pia watched as Farleigh inserted one, then two fingers deep into Sebastian. He writhed in delight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he was lost in the crushing wave of pleasure. His last barely coherent thought was gratitude for the bondage at his wrists that would assure his body remained safely tethered to the earth while his spirit soared in ecstasy.

Pia was torn; she didn’t know whether to watch Farleigh’s hand or Anna’s beautiful face, slack with open-mouthed desire. Anna loved penetrating Sebastian—she had done so in Pia’s presence any number of times, with any number of objects—but this afternoon was profoundly different. Pia thought Anna looked awestruck, as if by observing Farleigh—as he transformed Sebastian into something pliant and beautiful—Anna was finally able to appreciate the depth of her feelings for Sebastian.

Pia, on the other hand, was dreaming of a time when Farleigh would penetrate her in that way, so methodical, so confident.

“You like that, Pia.” Farleigh caught her eye and drew her to him with nothing more than a glance. “Would you let me finger your arse like this?” Farleigh stared at Pia’s hardening nipples as he kept up the ruthless momentum in and out of Sebastian.

“Oh God!” Sebastian cried out.

Pia moaned in sympathetic longing.

“That’s only two fingers, my dear boy. I know you can take far more.” With that, Anna and Pia watched—amazed—as a third finger joined the other two in that maddeningly slow in-and-out motion.

Once he had Sebastian writhing, screaming for more, Farleigh slowly removed his fingers. “Get me ready, Pia, while Anna soothes Sebastian for a moment.”

Pia was stunned, unsure of what to do, so she looked to Anna. Reaching for her cheek, Anna caressed her lightly, then nodded and smiled her agreement. Pia melted into her touch, kissed her palm, then nearly dove at Farleigh’s gorgeous cock. She licked her lips and knelt down to take him. It was wider than Sebastian’s, and she reveled in the straining pull of her lips when she took him fully into the back of her throat.

She reveled, too, in his guttural moan of satisfaction and the harsh tug when his hand coiled into her long hair, guiding her rhythm. Anna was nearby, their heads only a few inches apart, while she was taking Sebastian in the same way. Anna’s breathy moans accelerated Pia’s lust.

Sebastian cried out again, his voice a slurring bliss of ecstasy.

Pia was lost in the carnal pleasure of having Farleigh, but she also craved Anna’s hands on her. As if she sensed her need, Anna reached for Pia’s sensitive breasts and began fondling her while they sucked off the men.

Farleigh’s voice was an unfamiliar growl. “Now,” he ordered. He pushed Pia’s mouth away, and she was momentarily distraught that she hadn’t pleased him. But when she stood up and looked in his eyes, she saw blissful satisfaction. “That was lovely, Pia . . .” His voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss her, moaning into the taste of himself when his tongue swept into her mouth.

She reached for his strong arms, unsure of where or how to hold on to him. His strength was intoxicating, and she wanted to feel him against her, in her.

“Come here, darling,” Anna said gently, guiding Pia away from Farleigh. Anna kissed her on the cheek. “You will have him again, sweetling. He adores you.”

Pia looked over her shoulder at Farleigh and licked her lips again. “I adore him.” While she said the words to Anna, it was Farleigh’s eyes she held. Pia felt fearless, bold. She wanted him to know her feelings, how she had come to admire him, to yearn for him.

Anna kissed her again. “I know you do, my sweet. We all do. Now be a lamb and settle yourself over Sebastian’s face, so he can taste you, but turn this way so I can kiss you while I fuck him.”

Sebastian moaned in anticipation of the fresh onslaught. Pia straddled his chest, with her spread legs cradling his face. He angled his neck up to taste her, and Pia’s head fell forward in ecstasy, her palms resting on his firm abdomen to keep her balance.

“Yes, darlings, that’s lovely,” Anna said, standing by the side of the bed and adjusting their positions slightly until everything was apparently to her liking. Pia felt Anna’s fingers tracing Sebastian’s lips where he was kissing Pia’s pussy, then trailing her finger up and around Pia’s puckering arse. “So lovely,” Anna praised. Pia was already getting close to her release, and Anna must have sensed it. “Have a care you two,” Anna warned, “we’ve still a ways to go.”