Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

He jolted himself from that line of thinking. She was a job. Nothing more. He needed to remember that. Didn’t he?

“But it was worth it. Mom got a good job, we moved, and that ass-hat never came near us again. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”

She cocked her head. “What would you do if he were? If he walked up to you today, what would you say?”

Griff froze. It was like she saw into his deepest mind. That damn what-if game was one he played regularly. He hoped by now he was man enough to just walk away, but he wasn’t sure. Some memories never faded. And his mom’s battered face was one of them.

“I don’t know,” he said finally.

She nodded and gave him an impish grin. “For a minute there, I thought you were going to lie.”

The reference to their earlier scene broke the tension, and they all laughed. He raked a hand through his hair and gave them both a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know why I said all of that.”

“It’s okay,” Emma said, her smile sweet and encouraging. “Everyone is an onion.”

“Uh, an onion?”

She rolled her eyes. “Surely you’ve heard the ogre’s explanation of people and onions and layers?”

“Nope.”

“Sigh,” she said. “I can see you need some education.”

Griff rose, wiped his hands on a napkin and towered over her. “Do I hear some sass in your voice?”

Emma tipped her head back, eyes and face now alight with mischief. “That depends.”

“On what?” he said with a growl.

“On what kind of trouble I can get in for it.”

Mason hooted. “Okay, little girl, rest time is over. I think you need to be trussed up and fucked before you find your ass too sore to sit on for the next week.”

Emma pushed a lock of brown hair back behind her ear, and Griff caught a hint of nervousness. “Uh, what exactly is this Shibari?”

“It’s more accurately known as Kinbaku,” he said. “It began as a way for the Japanese to inter and restrain their captives during times of war. Now, it’s used in our community as a way to enhance the experience of the sub and her need for absolute submission. Mason is the real talent in this realm, but I can make do when necessary.” He tugged on the robe’s belt, pulling it free of the loops. “This won’t be exactly accurate, but you’ll get the idea. Put your wrists together, palms together, fingers pointed down.”

She did and he looped the strip of fabric over and under a couple of times until he achieved a modified two-column cuff. He cinched the belt, which drew her wrists together, and tied the cuff off with an overhand knot

“Try to get free.”

She did.

Nothing happened. She tried again, this time wriggling with a bit more vigor.

Griff cupped her wrists. “There is no escape from the knots of Shibari, Emma. That’s what makes it so alluring. Even more than the bondage bench, D-rings, and wrist straps, the rope will bind you in whatever position we choose. You will be held tight in ropes of intricate designs and knots from which you cannot escape.”

A swirl of excited anticipation caressed him. She liked the idea of being bound. A lot. He exchanged glances with Mason then smiled as he released Emma’s wrists.

She rubbed them and studied the belt. “That was interesting. I never knew.” She lifted her pretty green gaze to him, a devious smile on her lips. “My goodness, I am certainly getting an education with you two, aren’t I?”

“Definitely, darlin’.” Mason snatched the belt from his hands, looped it over her still-raised hands, and jerked her off the stool. He caught her against his lean, muscular chest.

Emma’s swathe of chestnut-brown hair barely reached Mason’s shoulder, and her fair skin looked luminous against his darker tanned flesh. She’d caught herself by splaying a palm over his chest, and Griff noted how her fingertips kneaded his muscles.

Yeah, she fit right in.

His cock roused as he looked at the two of them. He rose and stepped behind her, clasping her hips and pulling her butt to his hardening cock. Her soft moan drifted up to him. He liked the sound, liked the sensual excitement he heard in it.

Griff swept another glance down at her, now sandwiched between him and Mason. Damn, she looked right. Perfectly at ease nestled within their bulk.

He tugged on her hair, forcing her to look at him. “Ready for round two?”

A flush bloomed in her cheeks, and excitement sparkled in her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s go.”

* * * *

Still gripping her fabric leash, Mason led the way and felt her rising thrill with each step. Griff’s driving lust also pummeled at his psyche, and he struggled to erect a wall between them that would give him some breathing room. Crafting just the right kind of pattern from the jute took some concentration, and the way these two were brewing, that would be hard as hell right now.

As soon as the door closed on the play room, Mason removed the belt and headed for the sideboard. He scooped up two lengths of the blue rope Griff had laid out earlier, slung both over his shoulder, crossed his arms, and nodded brusquely at Emma. “Robe off.”

The girl was learning. She shucked the terry material without hesitation, folded it, and laid it on the chair with the rest of her clothes.

His dick bobbed in appreciation of her healthy beauty. She had nice, firm tits that swayed and bounced with her movements. Her tummy, a particular weakness of his, was softly rounded in a womanly way that made him hot. He liked to tie up women with some meat on them. The juxtaposition of peaks and valleys created by the jute and the woman’s body was infinitely more attractive to him than the stick figures Hollyweird found so enticing.

Mason let his gaze rove over her curvy hips and long, elegant runner’s legs. Her thighs were toned and silken, the perfect vehicle to take the rope.

She stood, hands behind her back, just watching him. Griff prowled impatiently behind her, checking out her ass with each pass.

The man wanted her in a bad, bad way. But he would have to wait. Proper Shibari took time to create.

Knowing her limitless boundaries, Mason had to reel in his own sudden whoosh of lust. He could put her in
any
position. Hanging, kneeling, spread-eagled. God, just thinking about the various ways made his sac draw up with fervor. “Griff, how should we tie her up?”

His friend made a soft humming sound. “How are you with heights?”

Her eyes widened, and she whipped around to face him. “Uh, how high?”

Griff pointed up. “Not too high. The ceilings in here are only about 12 feet.” He walked to the left corner of the room where they’d installed a heavier padding on the floor.

Inflicting pain was one thing, but subs with scraped skin or raw and sore joints that put them out of commission were unacceptable. Better to pamper them a bit than lose them for a day due to concrete knees.

He urged Emma to Griff. Several securely bolted hooks were in the ceiling. He directed her attention to them.

“What are they there for?”

“The better to suspend you with, my dear. Have you ever seen any pictures of women in rope bondage?”

“No.”

“Hm.” Mason scratched his chin. He was itching to get started, but she should have
some
inkling of what was about to happen. The trepidation was half the fun.

“How’s your bladder holding up?” he asked.

The sudden change of topic apparently threw her. She stammered and blushed delightfully. She shuffled her feet together and looked down with a mumble.

Griff’s hand snaked out and landed on her butt with a resounding crack.

She jumped with a yelp. “I need to go,” she said forcefully.

“Speak up, Emma. A Master isn’t going to always give you such leeway. Remember, you are part of the safe, sane and consensual equation as well. Your voice is as important as his.”

“When you’re allowed to use it,” Griff said and chuckled.

“Go to the restroom, clean up, and come back here.”

As soon as she left, Mason went to the computer hidden inside the sideboard. He killed the movie and brought up the website of Katsumi Iwate, an internationally known bondage artist whose models were all photographed in various Shibari positions.

Griff joined him, propping a naked hip to the sideboard. “She’s looking forward to this. I think that’s the most excited I’ve felt her.” He cocked his head. “Unless you’ve been suppressing her emotions?”

“Nope,” Mason replied. He went into the gallery section and studied the images. As a camera artist herself, he had a feeling she would admire the art Iwate created. Mason already knew which position he really wanted to put her in, but he didn’t know if she would go for it. At this stage, though he could force her into any of them, he wanted her to try it willingly. But if she chose something simple, he’d just have to override her.

He turned to Griff and ran a finger down the hard plane of his chest, down to his belly button, and circled the stalk of his semi-erect cock. “Why’d you tell her about your mom?”

Griff’s heart rate increased, and his breathing hitched. Mason batted the sensations away.

“Hell, I don’t know.”

Mason squeezed a little, pulled his hand along the smooth dick. “Yes, you do.”

With a low grunt, Griff pushed himself deeper into his grip. “It just came out, that’s all. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

He stroked a couple of more times, gripping the sweet spot just below the head. Emma’s appearance in their lives had thrown Griff for a loop, and Mason could feel the confusion in him. For his part, Mason was attracted to her beyond the physical. It’d taken just one touch from her, and he was very much afraid he’d fallen. Hard.

The restlessness he’d been feeling, that had sent him to the Pleasure Isles, was immediately soothed by her presence. Hell, if he’d met her before he’d gone, then he would never have run afoul of that demon dominatrix Krista.

“Emma’s special,” he said.

Griff palmed his shoulder and squeezed, nostrils flared and eyes hooded. But he didn’t say anything. A surge of anger hit Mason. His friend would fight this to the bitter end.

He sped up his hand and heard the door click open behind them and her soft gasp. He held Griff’s eyes and continued to jack him off. This was a part of their lives. If she could handle this, there might be a chance for them all.

Never breaking his hold, he moved behind Griff and watched Emma’s fascinated gaze as she watched them. Griff’s back bowed, and his head dropped to Mason’s shoulder.

Emma’s arousal ramped up hard and fast. She walked across the floor and stopped just a hair’s breadth away. If he extended his fingers on the up-stroke, he’d caress her tummy.

Her riveted, intense gaze helped flame his own desire higher.

“Do you like watching?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said softly. She reached out and flattened her palm to Griff’s tight stomach, fingers inching into his soft pubic curls. “I like touching better, though.”

She joined hands with him, and after a few false starts, she caught his stroke-squeeze-twist-stroke rhythm and soon they were both masturbating Griff.

He groaned and thrust back and forth into them, touching each with his cock, his hands, his body.

“Don’t stop,” Mason ordered Emma as he let go of Griff and moved behind her.

He pulled one of the ropes from his shoulder and tapped at the inside of her leg. “Spread your legs.”

She did, and he slid the rope around one thigh, then the other, then up to split her pussy lips open. Her back arched this time, and Griff caught her swaying body.

Mason brought the rope around her back and held the ends like reins for a horse. He nuzzled her ear. “Keep stroking Griff. Tell me what you’re doing, what you’re feeling.”

She panted. “Can’t you just do that woo-woo thing? You know, use your magic and figure it out?”

He snapped the rope taut over her clit, smiling as she gasped. “Already refilling your punishments, I see.”

Griff growled and cupped her tit. “Much as I like seeing your ass red and rosy, I don’t want to put off fucking you again. Tell him.”

She shuddered between them. “My hand is wrapped around your cock,” she said to Griff, voice barely a whisper.

Mason felt the nerves buffeting her. She wasn’t used to vocalizing her naughty thoughts.

“I’m stroking your shaft. Pulling up and smoothing back down. It’s soft,” she said, and her spirit steadied. “But hard. And the pre-cum makes you slick.” She ran her thumb over the glistening tip then popped the smear into her mouth. “Mm, sweet.”

Griff bucked against her. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

Mason slowly sawed the rope between her legs. He didn’t want her to orgasm just yet, but he wanted her as close to the edge as possible. “Do you want him to come?”

“Yes,” she said and gave a soft sigh and a roll of her hips. Her arm sped up. “I want you to come all over my pussy and tits.”

“Ah, Emma,” Griff muttered. His hips blurred as he pumped into her hand. “Fuck, here it comes, little slut. Ah.” He groaned long and deep, and his dick exploded with ropes of cum shooting out and over her. He drenched her chest and belly and the bare skin of her pussy.

She gasped and shook with each direct hit. With her free hand, she rubbed some of his cum into her nipples.

They all gave a collective sigh as the orgasm paced through the room.

Griff kissed her hard then grabbed a towel from the sideboard and roughly dabbed at her skin. “Been a long time since I’ve come that fast.”

“Good,” she said lightly.

Mason pulled the ropes free of her body, enjoying every hitch and gasp she squeaked out.

The jute came out wet. Mason chuckled. He would need new bindings.

“Come here,” he said and headed for the sideboard. He clicked on the computer, and the television flared into Technicolor life.

“Oh my God,” Emma whispered. She took a step forward. “These are incredible. Breathtaking.”

“Yes, they are,” Mason agreed. “I’ve selected images featuring a few basic positions of Shibari.” Some of the women were bound in intricate, vulnerable positions, but he did choose a few less strenuous versions. It was damn difficult for even a seasoned Shibari model to maintain good form without cramping in some of the poses.