The ride home was interminable. Too quiet, too much time alone with my thoughts. Usually, I just slept during the two-hour commute. Tonight, I couldn’t; I doubted I would sleep before the alarm went off in the morning.
We pulled up to the front door of the house, and I thanked the driver as he helped me out. I staggered inside, dropped my bag on the floor in the foyer, kicked off my shoes, and wandered into the empty living room.
“Hello?” I called, not really expecting an answer. I didn’t even know if Neil and El-Mudad were home, and if they were, the place was too damn big to yell to anyone. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to see them, yet. Not when I hadn’t decided how to proceed.
The sooner I told Neil, the better. I’d worked too hard at being honest and sharing important things with him to let all of that go out the window. El-Mudad presented a new complication; if we were really going to be together, me potentially giving away an organ would concern him, too. It wouldn’t be fair to keep it from him on the basis that Neil and I had more history and a legal document binding us.
I went to the huge windows and looked out at the horizon. The ocean glittered under the golden-tinged evening sky. It reminded me a little of the Big Lake back home. Superior wasn’t really a lake but an inland sea. Not as impressive as the whole Atlantic but a formidable presence, nonetheless. There was a feeling to bodies of water. I was familiar with the lake; the ocean remained a stranger.
Things like that tied you to a place. If we packed up and moved tomorrow, I would miss the view, but not the water itself. But my home, the place where my roots were, still called to me. Right now, they seemed to be calling me a traitor. There I was, standing in my big empty palace, staring out at an ocean that didn’t know me and that I had no claim to, while people who needed me waited in hellish limbo to find out whether or not I would claim them.
They don’t want to be claimed. They want to claim a part of you.
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I looked down, my gaze traveling from the beach grass and over the massive length of our finely manicured lawn, to the flagstone patio and the heated salt-water swimming pool. That’s where I found Neil and El-Mudad, standing in the waist deep water, laughing and smiling, their arms around each other. Even though I couldn’t hear them, I laughed softly, too, and put my hand to the glass. I wanted to be down there with them, but even if I were physically close, I couldn’t be present. Not until I told them.
I watched them a little longer. They kissed, Neil’s hand on El-Mudad’s cheek. A thrill went through me; my libido wasn’t really concerned with my inner turmoil.
I didn’t hurry out to meet them. I took a quick shower—the noise I made when I took off my bra sounded like a moribund cow groaning, so I was glad El-Mudad wasn’t there to hear it—scrubbed off my makeup, and braided my wet hair back. Then, I changed into some super-short gray cut-off sweats and a black ribbed tank top.
By the time I reached the patio, Neil and El-Mudad were already out of the pool. El-Mudad reclined on one of the lounge chairs, an arm thrown above his head, his face crumpled in tortured concentration. Neil was on his knees beside the chair, his head bobbing slowly as he sucked El-Mudad’s cock.
El-Mudad looked pretty close to coming, so I couldn’t resist. “What are you guys up to?”
El-Mudad’s eyes flew open in surprise, and Neil lifted his head to look back at me. With a panicked “Don’t stop!”, El-Mudad lifted his hips, cum dribbling from his straining, untouched cock. He gasped in frustration, his orgasm ruined.
“Sophie, that wasn’t very nice,” Neil scolded, sounding more like my Sir than my husband. “Get over here and clean it up.”
He got to his feet and adjusted his own erection then moved to the head of the lounger. “Give me your hands,” he ordered El-Mudad. “You know the safe word.”
With a grim laugh, El-Mudad lifted both arms over his head, and Neil took hold of them, pinning them to the cushion.
My tummy jumped. Post-orgasm torture was one of my favorite porn topics to masturbate to, but Neil would never, ever let me try it on him. Now, El-Mudad fixed me with a gaze that both pleaded for mercy but begged for torment.
I knelt on the folded towel Neil had left on the stone and rubbed my fingers through the small puddle of cum on El-Mudad’s stomach. “I’m sorry I ruined your orgasm,” I simpered unconvincingly. “You must be so frustrated.”
“And sensitive,” he whimpered, his hips shifting restlessly away.
“I know.” I gripped the base of his cock and rolled his foreskin back. He hissed loudly and twisted a little, his eyes squeezing shut.
“No,” I snapped. “I want you to watch.”
Neil made a surprised noise, and I grinned to myself. Yeah, you’re not the only one who can boss people around. I slowly lowered my fingertips, lubricated in El-Mudad’s semen, and rubbed them directly on the pulsing red head of his cock.
He yelped in distress and immediately started fighting, an involuntary reaction to the pain of overstimulation. I just went faster, and would until he safeworded. I spit on his shaft and used both hands to glide up and down the length of him, far too fast and definitely too rough, until he shouted and begged and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t forget, you can always say red, and this will stop,” Neil reminded him. But El-Mudad didn’t say red. He didn’t say anything but “No,” and “Please,” and finally, with a shocked cry, “I’m—”
His hips lifted up, and for a split second, I thought about ruining his orgasm, again. I wasn’t fast enough; he came hard, breaking Neil’s hold and curling up from the lounger with a long low wail. I pumped my fist until his body relaxed, then released him, letting his raw, throbbing cock slap against his stomach.
“Sophie, I had no idea you had such…creativity in you,” he panted.
“Yeah, well. It was a good way to bust stress.” I shrugged.
“Bad day?” Neil asked, tossing another towel to El-Mudad so he could clean up.
“Yeah. You could say that.” I stopped myself. “I don’t really want to talk about it, now. But we do need to, later.”
“I’m intrigued,” Neil admitted. “But I can wait.”
El-Mudad stood and pulled up his swim trunks. I’m surprised they’d even bothered with them. Especially since the head of Neil’s erection was still pressed firmly against his stomach above his waistband.
“What about the two of you?” El-Mudad asked, gesturing to Neil’s cock. “You didn’t finish.”
“There’s always later,” I said with a shrug. The weird thing was, I wasn’t really that into the idea of continuing. Giving El-Mudad pleasure had been a fun spur-of-the-moment thing, but until I unloaded the story of what had happened today, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate to get there, myself.
“I fear all I’ll be doing is watching,” he said with a short laugh.
“Oh, no, do we have to put our pitcher on the DL?” I laughed.
“Just give me a night off.” He grabbed me up in his arms and slid his hands down my back to squeeze my butt.
“Julia left us asparagus cannelloni and an heirloom tomato tart in the warming oven,” Neil informed me. “Or we could go out, again, if you prefer.”
I gestured to my outfit. “Do I look like I would prefer?”
“Fair enough. Why don’t El-Mudad and I go get dressed while you set the table?” he suggested.
We parted ways so I could, arranging three places around the kitchen table. While I set out the plates and silverware, my mind whirled with possible ways I could initiate the conversation. Funny thing, someone asked me for an organ today. Probably not the opener that would keep Neil from exploding with rage. There was no way he would react positively to this. I could practically hear him arguing over the “excessive risk” and “needless endangerment”.
And I wondered how he would react to El-Mudad hearing the news at the same time he did. Would he feel like I’d betrayed a marital bond?
The guys came back just as I retrieved the tart from the warming oven. Neil hurried over to place a trivet on the tabletop—something I always forgot to do—and El-Mudad used a kitchen towel to protect his hand as he got the other dish.
“I hope you don’t plan on feeding me like this the entire week,” he joked. “I don’t think I can maintain this body you love so much if you do.”
“It’s not the body we love,” Neil said, swooping in to kiss El-Mudad’s cheek.
“I’ll tell Julia to tone it down with the cheese,” I promised. “And the carbs.”
Neil got serving utensils and joined us at the table. Once we were all three settled in our seats and dishing food onto our plates, he said, “So, what was it that you didn’t want to tell us before?”
“If you want to tell it, now,” El-Mudad added, his gaze flicking to Neil.
I smiled gratefully. “No, I can tell you now. Except…I don’t want anyone to get angry or flip the table or anything.”
Neil raised an eyebrow.
“My sister visited me at work today.” I stumbled over “sister” a little. I wasn’t used to saying it in that context.
El-Mudad frowned. “I thought you were an only child.”
“I am. I mean. I was.” My face flushed. It was so embarrassing, having to admit to yet another person that my father had chosen a different set of kids over the one he’d already had. “My father wasn’t in my life, like, at all. But he did have another family. I just never met them.”
El-Mudad nodded, his frown more sympathetic than confused, now.
“Until very recently,” Neil added cautiously. “What was she doing in New York? Certainly, she didn’t come all this way without any word—”
“No, no. She wasn’t here to see me. Her husband is at a trade show or something.” I waved my hand. “And she tracked me down.”
“What did she want?”
I flinched at Neil’s question. I wanted to tell him that she hadn’t asked me for anything—that she’d come to forge our sisterly relationship and make up for lost time. Neil’s distrust was natural; he’d spent his entire life trying to guess people’s motives for desiring proximity and access to him. That was just how things were for people with lots of money and influential families. But I didn’t like him applying that thinking to someone I desperately wanted to trust.
“She wanted… It’s difficult to explain.” I reached for my water glass and took a big swallow before going on. “Apparently, the younger of the sisters has Alport Syndrome. It’s something genetic that affects the kidneys. And since it’s genetic and it’s from their mother’s side…”
Neil’s expression hardened.
“She didn’t ask for money or anything like that,” I offered as a paltry defense. And really, I didn’t know why I was defending her. Maybe because all I could think of was the fact that she was there trying to save not just her sister, but her mother.
“Oh, well, that’s a relief,” Neil snapped. “Just a kidney? Is that all?”
“Neil…” But I didn’t know how to go on.
“Are you going to go through with it?” El-Mudad asked, his tone softer.
“She will not,” Neil pronounced quite certainly.
“I asked you not to be angry,” I reminded him, clenching my fist under the table.
“No, you asked me not to flip a table,” he shot back. “And I’m still undecided about that!”
“This all happened this afternoon?” El-Mudad asked, and when I nodded, he said to Neil, “She’s barely had any time to think about this.”
Neil’s anger dimmed somewhat, and he glanced guiltily sideways at El-Mudad. “You’re right.” To me, he said, “Sophie, I’m sorry. My reaction was disproportionate to the situation. I simply feel defensive on your behalf, after what happened at the reunion.”
I filled El-Mudad in on the details. “I ran into her at my class reunion recently. That was the first time I’d ever seen her.”
“It was intensely stressful for Sophie,” Neil added.
“And you wish to protect her. I understand.” El-Mudad laid his hand over Neil’s on the table. “But you can’t do that by shouting at her.”
I could have crawled across the table and hugged El-Mudad, I was so grateful.
“What was your reaction, when she asked you?” He tilted his head and studied me.
I shrugged. “Well, I was angry. Which is natural, I think. After all these years, and knowing that they were aware I existed but just ignored it… I don’t know why they thought it was okay to ask me.”
“I don’t either,” Neil put in quietly.
“But then, she said…” I didn’t want to upset Neil, but it might be the only way to make him understand why I was torn on the subject. “This girl is just a teenager. And their mom just lost her husband a few years ago. She has to be feeling so helpless, right now. I mean, they obviously all do, if Susan was desperate enough to come to me.”
Neil looked down at his plate, his silverware, anywhere but at my face. I knew him well enough to tell when he was ashamed of himself. “You didn’t decide, did you? You didn’t make any promises?”
“No. I have so much conflicting—” I waved a hand in front of my forehead. “I told her I would call her, if I felt like it. She’s in town for the next week. I don’t know if I want to see her, or if I just want to let the thing go and never speak to any of them ever again.”
That was the most attractive option to me. Ignore them, the way they’d ignored me. Forget they existed and never find out what happened to the unnamed sister and her search for survival. But would I ever stop wondering?
“It’s just that every time I think about not doing it…” My voice quivered. “I thought to myself, if this was a stranger asking, I might have said yes in a heartbeat. But this is my flesh and blood. And I can’t come up with an answer.”
“They may be your flesh and blood, Sophie, but they weren’t your family,” Neil reminded me. “You only just learned their names.”
“But then, I think about their mother.” I met his eyes. There was much pain and understanding there, and such a fight against it. “I haven’t even begun to make a decision, yet. But I want to be able to make it with my own best interests at heart. I can’t worry about you in this. I need this to be the thing you go through with me, the way I’ve gone through your stuff with you.”
I didn’t know how he’d take that, but I wasn’t sorry I’d said it. Three scenarios popped into my mind. One, that he would take the remarks super personally and react angrily. Two, that he would take the remarks super personally and shut me out but eventually come around. And three, that he would take the remarks super personally and spiral into a depressive episode.
I resented option three. I resented that I had to worry about it, when I should be worrying about myself. And I resented myself for feeling that way.
He surprised me by taking none of those routes. Chastened, he said, “You’re right. This is about you. I’ll try to give you space.”
“I’ll remind you if you don’t,” I said with a small smile. “And thank you.”
I turned to El-Mudad, not wanting to leave him out. “Do you understand what I mean? Because I would really appreciate your support in this.”
“No matter what you decide, I will think no less of you,” he promised.
“Good.” I sat back and let out a deep breath. “That went a lot better than I thought it would.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through this today,” El-Mudad said.
“Well, I’m home, now. I’m with the men I love. That makes everything so much better.” I forced myself to smile, knowing that the correlating emotions would gradually catch up. “Moving on. What did you guys do today?”
Neil was game to play along with the change of subject. “Well, we went to the track. El-Mudad drove the Chiron. We had lunch at the club, we came back here, and he gave me a lovely handjob.”
“That was very nice of you,” I said with mom-like patronizing.
“And we got to spend some time on the beach. It’s been a long time since I’ve had my feet in the Atlantic,” El-Mudad added, sipping from his water glass.
“You’re welcome to visit it any time,” Neil said.
I snorted. “Neil, you’re rich, but you don’t own the ocean.”
“I own property on three sides,” he protested.
“So do I.” I arched a brow in challenge.
El-Mudad settled it pretty neatly by saying, “Yes, but how many boats do you own?”
I tilted my head. “Neil, is there one I don’t know about?”
A look passed between him and El-Mudad, and they chuckled. Neil shook his head. “No, but I feel as though we should go shopping.”
“No!” I objected as shrilly as I could manage. I pointed a finger at El-Mudad, laughing. “If he buys a boat, it’s all your fault.”
“Then, you would have to punish me,” he retorted.
I made a jerk-off motion. A threatening one.
The darkness of the day didn’t come up, again. We fell into easier conversation, joking and teasing while we ate. We lingered at the table long after our food was finished, unwilling to surrender the easy pace of evening to the finality of night. But I couldn’t oversleep in the morning, so eventually, I had to say, “It’s getting kind of late, guys.”
Neil looked at his watch, and El-Mudad took his phone from his pocket to check. It struck me as a perfect illustration of the age gap between Neil and the rest of us. Though El-Mudad was ten years older than me, we were generationally nearer than either of us were to Neil. We were all so different, living different parts of our lives, together with each other.
“Sophie?” Neil’s voice snapped me out of the daze I’d drifted into.
I sat up straight, blinking. “Yeah. Sorry, my mind wandered.”
“I asked if it’s time to go to bed.”
“That’s right,” El-Mudad said with a smile. “Poor Sophie has been waiting all this time.”
“Waiting?” I asked, then immediately remembered our poolside dalliance. “I was actually looking forward to dinner more than an orgasm, but now that we’ve eaten…”
“I would be happy to assist you,” Neil said, pushing his chair back.
“I would be happy to watch.” El-Mudad rose and offered me his hand. “I need a bit of a break. Honestly, Neil, I don’t know where you get your stamina.”
“Cialis, mostly,” he said, his neck coloring with embarrassment. He still had a bit of a hang up on the fact that he relied on erectile dysfunction medication.
“I send the CEO of the drug company a Christmas card every year,” I quipped. “But he’s also got…what was it you said once? ‘The libido of a seventeen year old?’”
“Something like that,” he admitted.
We went to the bedroom, and I left Neil and El-Mudad to go to the closet. I stripped down and selected a shimmery gold silk and black lace Agent Provocateur slip and shimmied it down over my hips. Though admittedly the choice was made out of a desire to look hot, the overall idea of wearing something to bed was wholly practical; sleeping with one person could get a little warm in the night. Sleeping with two people, especially if I wound up between them, turned into New Orleans in August.
Or, so I’d heard. That was another place I’d never been.
I don’t know why that bothered me so much, and why the wanderlust had hit me tonight, when there were other things that should have been on my mind. I’d had so many amazing experiences with Neil in our life together. Did it truly matter if I never went to New Orleans or Venice or the Riviera?
I put those thoughts from my head and indulged in a replay of what I’d come home to. Seeing my husband making out with another man would have been a tragedy in a Lifetime Original Movie, but in reality, it was super hot. I was just disappointed to have missed out on watching the blowjob.
Just thinking about it got me wet.
“Sophie?” Neil called.
“Coming!” I hurried out of the closet.
“I hope not yet,” El-Mudad quipped, but he grew quite serious at the sight of me.
Neil balled up his sleep pants and tossed them aside. He was already half-hard. I would have liked to take some of the credit, but I suspected there had been pre-hanky-panky hanky-pankying going on while I’d been changing.
“Since El-Mudad is taking the night off, we’ve come up with something a little…less strenuous.” Neil nodded toward El-Mudad. “We thought he might go down on you while I watched.”
“But you’re going to fuck me, right?” I asked. Not that El-Mudad eating my pussy wouldn’t have been enough all on its own; the man’s tongue was tireless.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” Neil promised.
I pointed to El-Mudad. “And then, it will be your turn to watch.”
He shrugged. “I’d like to lend a hand, if I may.”
“I think I could stand that.” I swayed on my feet, drunk on anticipation.
El-Mudad sat on the edge of the bed and patted the duvet. “Get up here.”
A little skip snuck into my step as I hurried over to the bed. But when I climbed on, El-Mudad’s hand closed over my ankle, stopping me from crawling to the center.
“There was something else Neil and I discussed.” El-Mudad paused. “I asked his permission. And now, I’m asking yours.”
I swallowed nervously. “W-what are you asking for permission for?”
His hand slid up, over the curve of my calf, then skimmed the back of my thigh. “I’d like to spank you.”
My chest locked down on the breath in my lungs, and my heart sped up in desire and apprehension. El-Mudad had never spanked me before, never caused me physical pain at all. Once, during a scene, Neil had instructed him to slap me, but I hadn’t wanted that. I’d analyzed that moment, my denial, so much, but I still wasn’t sure if I simply didn’t have feelings for El-Mudad that included pain, or if I just felt as though all my pain belonged to my Sir.
When El-Mudad was included in our scenes, he was always the one who comforted me, who took the pain away, while Neil was the one to inflict it. I couldn’t imagine El-Mudad in the role.
But I didn’t have to imagine, did I?
Cautiously, I knelt beside him to look down into his gorgeous eyes. In the low light from the bedside fixtures, the brown lit up like the deepest golden topaz. I turned to Neil, my pulse beating hard between my legs. “And you’re okay with this?”
“I won’t know until it happens,” he admitted. “But I gave him permission, yes. Now, all he needs is yours.”
I took El-Mudad’s hand in mine and lifted it, comparing the size and shape to my own. Would they feel different from Neil’s? I might be a little disappointed if they didn’t; I wanted to believe I would be able to tell my Sir’s slaps apart from anyone else’s.
Again, there was only one way to find out.
With a shaky breath, I said, “Okay. This is…kind of a big step for me.”
“For me, as well,” Neil said, and came to sit beside us, situating me between the two of them. “I suppose this will help us feel out our boundaries.”
“It will,” I agreed. “And it’ll give you something nice to watch.”
He chuckled. “Believe me, I factored that into my decision.”
“I will rely on you to help me learn what you like.” There was a grave importance behind El-Mudad’s gently spoken words that put me at ease; like Neil, he held my well-being as a sub above his own pleasure.
I moved to crawl across El-Mudad’s lap, but he stopped me. “Not like that. Not yet. On the bed, face down.”
I took the position as asked, pillowing my head on my arms and wriggling to get comfortable. His hands encircled my ankles, again, rubbing up my calves with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t tickle.
“Mmm, I get a massage, too?” I almost purred, my eyes drifting closed. “You might put me to sleep.”
“I’m sure that boosts your confidence, doesn’t it?” Neil teased him.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” I shifted restlessly as El-Mudad’s hands crept higher, to the ticklish backs of my knees.
The bed shifted, and I felt the hot, wet touch of his mouth on the back of my thigh. “You wouldn’t fall asleep, now, anyway. You’d be too afraid of missing something.”
His kisses went higher, his hands sliding my nightgown up ahead of his progress. I made a contented noise. “True. I was worried about that today.”
“Were you jealous?” Neil asked, concern in his voice.
I shook my head. “No. I was turned on, but not jealous.” No, that wasn’t entirely true. “I was a little jealous that you got to stay home and do fun stuff. But I didn’t feel like the two of you were messing around, if that was your concern.”
“That’s good.” El-Mudad kneaded the small of my back with his thumbs while pressing kisses across the curve of my ass. “Because we talked about nothing else but you all day.”
“Liar.” I gasped when he dipped his head and bit the inside of my thigh.
“I’m not lying,” he scolded. “Tell her, Neil.”
“It’s true.” Neil reached down and brushed a lock of hair from my face. “And not unlike the way we talk about him.”
El-Mudad’s hands paused. “You talk about me the same way?”
“We talk about you a lot.” I emphasized the last two words. “You’re not far from our minds, even if we haven’t seen you for a while.”
“It’s the same for me,” he began, then corrected himself. “Not the same. I don’t have anyone to talk to about you. But the two of you… I think about you at least once a day. Wonder what you’re doing. Or imagining what you’re doing. The two of you are very creative in my mind.”
“In your mind?” Neil faked offense.
“And in life, of course,” El-Mudad added.
“You could always call us,” I reminded him. “Or text or email. Please, don’t ever think we don’t want to hear from you. Even if it’s just to tell us what you had for dinner.”
“Too right,” Neil said softly. “Especially going forward. I don’t ever want you to feel as though you’re the odd man out.”
El-Mudad sat up, and I watched over my shoulder as he and Neil kissed. I rose to my knees and shuffled forward to join them. Our mouths melded together, tongues and lips gliding over each other without direction. A hand, I didn’t know whose, slid up my inner thigh, and a thumb parted me. I moaned and tipped my head back. The pad of that thumb dipped into my opening and slicked fluid up, over my clit.
Neil’s mouth trailed across my cheek. His teeth captured my earlobe. He released me to say, “You’re so wet. So ready for us.”
My legs trembled.
El-Mudad pulled away to look down into my pleasure-drunk eyes. He held my chin and said, “Over my lap, now, Sophie.”
It stunned me how quickly I moved to obey him. He wasn’t my Sir. He wasn’t Neil. And yet, there I was, eager to please, already feeling the pull of mindless obedience.
I situated myself over El-Mudad’s lap, most of my torso supported by the bed for easier breathing. Neil stayed beside us on the bed, and I rested my legs across him. He laid one big hand across my calf, and I felt the need in his touch. Of the three of us, this would be hardest for him—though he didn’t mind me sleeping with other people, something about El-Mudad made Neil more possessive. Perhaps it was Neil’s own attraction to him that created that jealousy. Finding El-Mudad desirable made Neil vulnerable; Neil couldn’t cope with being vulnerable.
El-Mudad’s warm, wide palm made gentle circles over my ass beneath my nightgown, raising goose bumps on my skin. Slowly, he pushed the silk and lace up to my waist.
“Are you ready, Sophie?”
Was I? After we tried it, was there any going back? If I didn’t like it, we wouldn’t do it, again. But what if I liked it and Neil didn’t? What it really upset him?
He gave my leg a reassuring squeeze. As usual, he could feel my doubts.
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
Not, “Yes, Sir.” That would always be only for Neil.
El-Mudad’s palm landed with a sharp, loud crack.
The impact rang through my flesh the way the sound rang off the walls, and I bowed up, my pussy clenching rhythmically. Oh, my fucking yes.
“Too hard?” he asked, his fingertips rubbing the burn deeper.
“No.” It had been so much harder than I’d expected, and I hoped it was only a warm-up.
The next slap came with the same intensity as the first, on a totally different part of my ass. I gasped and jumped, and Neil held my ankles tight.
“Thrash as much as you like, you won’t get away,” he warned.
“Why would I want to?” I asked, the final word ascending in volume as El-Mudad spanked me, again, harder.
“I may not be your Dom,” he warned, landing another slap directly over the first, “but I do expect a little respect.”
I thrilled to the tips of my toes, an echo of that first night that we’d met.
Neil’s hand slid up my leg, inching toward my pussy. “Will I be in your way with my arm here?” he asked El-Mudad.
“Not at all,” he responded.
Neil’s fingertips parted me; two slid easily inside.
“She must be dripping by now,” El-Mudad guessed.
Neil chuckled. His fingers withdrew. “Oh, yes. Would you like a taste?”
El-Mudad’s palm fell, again, and stayed there, his fingers digging into my tortured flesh. I couldn’t see him lick Neil’s fingers clean, but I heard the deep, appreciative groan El-Mudad made.
“I can’t wait to fuck her,” Neil said, and his fingers, wet from El-Mudad’s mouth, returned to my cunt.
They spoke about me as though I was something to be played with. Something for them to share between them. Nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
I craved more of it.
With every strike of El-Mudad’s hand, I lost myself, spiraling deeper into the blessedly blank state of my subspace. Neil knew exactly how to provide enough internal stimulation to make me wild for release, without getting me close to even the promise of relief. I moaned in frustration, and El-Mudad’s next slap was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
“You’ll come when Neil is fucking you,” he warned. “Not before.”
I lost track of time, like I almost always do in subspace. I stopped counting how many times El-Mudad’s palm fell—I rarely kept track unless instructed to do so—and every second became endless. Time and pain and obedience folded one over the other. Pain became past, present, and future—pleasure a promise. Tears streamed down my face, all the confusion and anger and self-pity from the day washing away with them.
I didn’t notice he’d stopped until he gently urged me up, to cradle me against his chest.
“Are you all right?” he asked against the top of my head.
I nodded and wiped my eyes. “I need a tissue.”
Neil leaned over to my nightstand and grabbed the Kleenex from the drawer while El-Mudad stroked my hair and pressed kisses to my forehead.
“Did I go too far?” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. I should have checked in—”
“No, it’s fine,” I assured him. “This isn’t subdrop.”
“This isn’t unusual for her,” Neil said, adding, “is it, Sophie?” to avoid talking about me like I wasn’t in the room.
I nodded, grateful that he’d backed me up. “Crying is kind of a turn-on to me.”
“Ah.” El-Mudad didn’t sound as comfortable with that as Neil was. We could talk about that later.
I took a tissue, dabbed my eyes, and tried to blow my nose in the least un-sexy way possible. “And an emotional release. I have a hard time letting go, unless…”
El-Mudad nodded. “I understand. That surrender appeals to me, as well, sometimes.”
“I think you promised Sophie something,” Neil said after I’d composed myself.
El-Mudad’s chest rose with a breath of recognition. “You’re right. How could I have forgotten?” He gave my back a little pat. “On the bed, Sophie.”
“Wait.” Neil pushed himself back and swung his legs up. He patted the bed between them. “Sit here.”
I did as I was told, sitting in the V of Neil’s outstretched legs and leaning back on his chest, his erection snug against my spine. “You’re not going to jerk off while you watch? Because you can’t really—”
“No, I can’t. But I feel it’s a fair trade for the view.” He hooked his legs beneath mine and spread my thighs apart. “And it’s safer for him. Remember—”
“I almost broke his nose, I know. I know,” I covered my face to hide my shame. “That was a long time ago.”
“I’ve learned to be careful since then,” El-Mudad joked, settling between our legs. He kissed me then trailed those kisses down, his hands following, smoothing over every inch of my skin that he could reach. I writhed under his touch and threw my arms back, around Neil’s neck. Then, his hands were on me, and it was as though I were being touched everywhere. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine more than one man there, cupping my breasts, slithering fingers down my sides.
When El-Mudad’s mouth reached my vulva, my eyes flew open. My imaginary lovers were nothing compared to the sight of him, there, in the flesh, gazing up my body in heated adoration as his tongue curled up and down my slit. When he fastened his lips around my clit, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, anymore.
Neil slipped one strap of my nightgown from my shoulder to bare my breast, palming it roughly. The euphoria of subspace hadn’t receded completely; endorphins raced through me so intensely that I trembled.
“I love your cunt,” El-Mudad murmured against my thigh. I twisted and wriggled, urging him silently to get back to where he’d been. The more I moved, the farther away he got, until I cried out in frustration.
“You’re not going to come until he fucks you,” El-Mudad warned me. He sat back, and Neil’s big hands bracketed my waist.
“What are—” I began as he lifted me up. Then, the tip of his cock prodded me, and I got the picture quick. He thrust up to fill me then brought me down to lay back on him, again, his huge cock seated so deep it hurt. Exactly the way I liked it.
El-Mudad brought his mouth to my clit, again, swirling his tongue over and over it before dipping down to trace the edges of my labia, spread wide around Neil’s cock. El-Mudad licked us both, starting at the base of Neil’s cock and traveling up to my clit then dipping down, again. The long, lazy stroke made Neil groan, and he flexed his hips, going deeper. When El-Mudad’s tongue laved over my clit on his next pass, I writhed and begged.
But it was the sounds Neil made as he thrust into me while El-Mudad simultaneously swirled his tongue along Neil’s shaft that drove me higher. Knowing El-Mudad could taste me on Neil’s skin seemed beyond perverse. Then, though my cunt was stuffed full with Neil’s hard flesh, El-Mudad somehow forced his tongue inside, too.
It was only a little, only the slightest tip and just for a moment, but it pushed me over the edge finally, my pussy pulsing hard around Neil’s cock.
“Oh, god, yes,” Neil gasped behind me. “Come for us, Sophie. Come and don’t stop.”
I rocked my hips, grinding against El-Mudad’s face, grinding down on Neil’s cock, until my straining muscles wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body.
“You know, you’re in a unique position for payback,” Neil told El-Mudad. Before I could process what he meant, Neil slipped his arms through mine and forced them behind my back. He captured me and, with a gentle push, forced me upright on his cock while El-Mudad continued to suck and flutter on my over-sensitive clit. The position and the immobility of my arms gave me no way to prevent all of Neil from entering me. I could barely breathe. I felt impaled.
“Fair is fair, Sophie,” Neil taunted.
“Fuck you!” I laughed breathlessly, bucking my hips, trying to escape El-Mudad’s tireless mouth. That only caused me to rock harder on Neil. He hissed and pumped in rhythm. He breathed heavy in my ear, the pace picking up. He was close. El-Mudad noticed, too. He abandoned my clit to climb to his knees. Despite his claims to the contrary, he was ready to go, again, and willing, apparently. He spit in his hand and grasped his erection, stroking himself as he shuffled closer. His cock looked painfully hard. I wanted to suck it, to take him inside of me next, but I didn’t have time; he swayed back a little, and with a groan and a pained grimace, he came, all over the front of my nightgown.
Neil let go of my arms to grasp my hips. He guided me into a jerky roll that sped up, faster and faster until his legs strained, still wound beneath mine. He slammed upward, causing one final, brutal shock of pain that made my toes curl and my satiated clit throb, and I tipped my head back, pleasure drunk and lost in the sensation of his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up. He shouted and dropped his head to my shoulder, his body shaking and sweating, and we collapsed backward, both breathing heavy.
When we’d recovered enough to move, I disentangled our numb limbs, and Neil’s cock gently eased out. Before I could move, El-Mudad was between my legs, again, lowering his head to my pussy. Neil’s cum gushed from me, hot and wet, and El-Mudad lapped it up with his tongue, swirling the silky fluid all over me, groaning in appreciation.
Neil locked his legs around El-Mudad’s back. “God, yes. Make her come while you swallow every drop.”
My thighs trembled. The wetness of El-Mudad’s mouth, Neil’s cum, and my own arousal all mingled together. El-Mudad fucked me with his tongue and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I came with a loud, unrestrained shriek of mingled release and overstimulation.
El-Mudad sat back on his heels and helped me to move off of Neil. I remembered just in time that my nightgown was wet, and made a hasty decision to fall backward on the bed. I looked down in dismay at the sticky mess. El-Mudad’s cum had settled like loose pearls over the burnished silk of my nightie.
My breath caught. It was so beautiful.
El-Mudad leaned over as if to take me in his arms, but I stopped him. “Wait. Get your phone and take a picture. It’s so pretty. Hurry, before it sinks in.”
He wiped his glistening face as he fumbled on the bedside table to grab his phone. He tried one without the flash, then one with, but they didn’t do the sight justice.
I looked over to Neil, who still laid beside me, breathing heavily. He didn’t open his eyes as he gave us an exhausted smile.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, nudging him.
“The two of you. Taking pictures of a stained nightgown.”
I leaned up on my elbows. “If you don’t put it on Instagram, did it ever really exist?”
El-Mudad laughed and pulled me against him for a kiss, ruined nightgown and all.