Powerful and at times exquisite writing and story-telling.
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“[S]he needed to be touching someone. Needed to be touched. When he touched her, the confusion quieted and she felt a little less like tearing her skin off.
“She grew up around doctors and scientists. Was both herself. But they’d done something to her. Instilled a fear that went very deep. She had to clamp her lips closed to keep from showing her teeth like an animal.
“She’d spent all her time and energy just not going crazy. Had used up all her skills and knowledge to do so and she was … tired.
“At every turn, when things got to be so much she wasn’t sure if she could hold herself together, one of them had been there to help her do it. Not to do it for her. But to help her do it, letting her get better on her own terms. She closed her eyes and pressed into him as much as she possibly could. The feel of his arms around her was more than comforting, it seemed integral.
“[T]he doctor had found the marks she’d scratched into her scalp. She’d explained in her medication-slurred voice that it had been her way of keeping track of time after they’d removed the tally marks she’d made on her wall multiple times. They hadn’t seen the ones at her hairline. Brilliant woman, their Hannah. But the story of it, that she’d had to mutilate herself to hold on to her sanity, burned in his gut.
“Was it any better the second and third round?” She did her first treatment each day in the early morning and he’d been there that day before he’d gone to meet Ash. She had to follow with another just after the midday lunch and then another after the evening meal.
“She’s not crying anymore. It seems better for her now.” Vincenz paused, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down. “Still, it’s hard when she comes out of it. I had to do a vid comm with Andrei and when I’d come back she was in her corner again. Nearly tripped over her blankets to get to me when I walked in. She held on tight, trembling from head to toe, apologizing.”
“Julian had considered a long, slow seduction that evening, but Vincenz clearly had other ideas. His hand was down the front of Julian’s trousers until he finally stopped, grasping Julian’s cock and pumping a few times.
Julian arched, fucking himself into Vincenz’s fist until the way became slicker as precum beaded at the slit of his cock and Vincenz gathered it with this thumb. The pleasure of each swipe of the pad of Vincenz’s thumb through that slippery, sensitive spot brought shards of bright pleasure and a tortured yes.
He wanted in. Vin’s mouth, his ass, his fist, whatever. Julian wanted to be in him, to be surrounded by Vincenz, craved that.
“Turn around. Pants down. Shorts down. Hands on the table.”
Julian swallowed, obeying. By the time he got his pants off, Vincenz had returned, placing a bottle of lube in Julian’s line of vision. Julian’s dominance was in his physicality. Vincenz … well, Vincenz liked to dominate in a different way. He used his mind, used Julian’s needs, even those he couldn’t say aloud.
[A]n unexpected but very needed gift. They let her get through things. If it was too much, they gave her support, but they seemed to understand how important it was to her that she do this on her own when she could. Everyone else wanted to do for her. They wanted her to do it for herself but were there if she stumbled.
“Fuck your fist.”
She blinked several times and held absolutely still, not wanting to interrupt and not wanting the moment to end.
Julian moved his hand and she wished so much that she could see just exactly what he was doing then. Wondered what he looked like stroking his cock.
This was wrong. It was wrong to spy on them. She knew it. But she couldn’t look away or close her eyes even though she knew it’s what manners dictated.
Vincenz continued to murmur to Julian. “So, so good. I never imagined it could be this good.”
“Julian’s movements sped and she imagined what he would feel like in her hand. She opened her fist, flexing her fingers. The wave of this newly surfaced sexual desire washed through her. Quieting the chaos. It was as if her body and her brain realized there were other things to feel. Remembered things like pleasure and joy. She did close her eyes then, against tears of relief that she hadn’t completely died inside and been left with only the capacity to survive at the basest of levels....
[A] rush of pleasure brought a gasp from her lips. So much sensation to be held so tight. So much dark sweetness that she could struggle in his hold and it wasn’t fear. It felt so good to be totally surrounded. The sheer amount of sensation was ramped up a thousandfold. Gooseflesh broke out.
“You like it when you’re bound?” He slid his palms down her arms and cuffed the wrists. His hands were huge and so very strong. She shivered, licking her lips.
And nodded. Why lie about it?
“I like it too.”
* * *
“Vincenz leaned in close and nuzzled her pussy with his lips, and she shivered in Julian’s hold. It was an unbelievably sexy sight. The curves of Hannah’s body against his. The perfection of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the darkness of her hair against the pale softness of her skin—magnificent.
She was everything he found beautiful about women. Including the way she responded to being restrained and bound. The way she yielded. He tightened his grip at her wrists and she went all pliant. Beautiful.
With his free hand, he tugged and rolled her nipple, all while he feasted on the sweetness of her neck and watched Vincenz with his face buried in her cunt, devastating her.
Devastating Julian too.
“Take her weight a little. Lean back.” Vincenz spread her open wider, pulling her thigh up onto his shoulder and dove back in, leaving Julian to lick his lips.
“I can see his tongue on your clit at this angle. Open your eyes and look at him.” Though his tone was gentle, it wasn’t a request and she didn’t take it as one. The blood in his cock thrummed as they both watched Vincenz. Took in the way he fluttered his tongue against her, the way his fingers dug into the muscles of her thighs and ass.
* * *
“Julian jumped back to the bed and, laughing, pulled Vincenz into a kiss that she watched, breathless.
“Villain. You’ve already been in that pretty pussy. I want my turn.”
Vincenz rolled so that she was on top. Julian moved behind her. “Perhaps if she gets her mouth on your cock, I can make myself useful elsewhere.”
At the same time?
“I don’t know if I have the skill set for this.” She turned her head to find Julian close.
“The skill set to let two men worship your body and make you feel pleasure? Do you think you could learn it? If, say, we practiced a great deal?”
* * *
“On your knees,” Julian said low, his breath stirring the hair at the base of her neck. “I’m going to put my cock in you like I’ve been dying to.”
He helped her into just the position he wanted her in, which left her leaning on Vincenz. Close enough to kiss and touch just as she’d wanted.
She kissed across his chest, rubbing her face against him, loving the bristle of the pale hair on his belly.
Vincenz took her hands as she scooted down to kiss over his belly and along the trail of hair leading to his cock.
“Oh, no. Don’t close your eyes, Hannah. When my cock is in your mouth, I want your gaze on me.”
Oh. Julian had been the more verbally dominant until that moment, but she certainly had no complaints about this new development.
Gaze on his face, she grabbed his ock at the root and angled it. “I want to look at it. I can’t look at it if I’m looking at your face.”
Julian, who’d been kissing down her spine, paused to nip the flesh at her hip. “She’s got a point.”
“Look your fill.”
Vincenz watched her as she held him, nuzzling the crown with her mouth, licking and pausing to study his reaction. He was pretty sure he’d expire before she got down to business, but also fairly convinced he’d go out a very happy man if that was the case.
And then her gaze locked with his as she took him into her mouth fully.
Julian had leaned out to watch, the voyeur he was.
“Gods above and below, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything so sexy.”
* * *
Her moans and whimpers around Vincenz’s cock would have been sexy enough, but when Julian began to thrust, she moved forward on Vincenz, changing her angle. His balls crawled up into his body.
He’d had a threesome before. Twice. Never with a man he’d had as a lover. Never with a long-term female partner either. It had been exiting, tiring and messy, but he hadn’t regretted it either time. But this was different. This was … he struggled to think as her mouth, hot and wet[,] swallowed his cock over and over as Julian fucked her so hard her breasts swayed, her nipples burning against his thighs where she crouched above him.
This was more.
* * *
Julian couldn’t tear his gaze from her mouth on Vincenz’s cock, or of the look on Vincenz’s face as he looked down at her. Her pale, dark-haired glory against Vincenz’s sun-kissed skin and golden hair made Julian quite sure he was having the best time of his entire life right then.
“Yes, yes, that way. Deeper, you can take me deeper. I know you can.”
Hannah’s cunt squeezed him so hard Julian thought he might end up blind. “I think she liked that part, Vin.”
She not only seemed all right with being dominated, she responded in ways Julian could trust far more than her verbal assurances. Her pussy told him she got off on it. Her pussy wasn’t going to worry about hurting feelings.
At that last sign, he leaned to where his pants had landed, grabbing his belt quickly. The groan she made as he slipped the leather against her skin, wrapping the length of his belt around her upper arms shot straight to his cock. Her inner walls fluttered around him in response to the belt.
He tugged....
* * *
“Turn around and kneel on the edge of the bed. Hands clasped at your lower back.”
She did, not bothering to hide her eagerness.
The cool texture of the leather [arm band restraints] brushed against her hand. “I’m going to need this arm.” She let him take her arm and he slid the leather up to nearly her shoulder. And the same on the other arm.
The sensation brought her breath out in hard pants. She had to close her eyes it felt so good, that squeezing leather over the whole of her arms. She was held, caressed, her skin totally surrounded.
And then it got better.
He leaned in and spoke to her, his lips against her ear. “I’m going to bind your arms together now.”
She heard the clink of metal and then felt the tug at her upper arms as he must have fastened the metal clasp, joining her arms together.
She hung her head, unable to not give in to the languorous pleasure of being bound like that. The sensation of it washed through her, calming, soothing, pushing her distress so far away it wasn’t even in her thoughts anymore.
Instead she floated in that warm, safe place as her muscles relaxed.
* * *
“That was about breaking me. About stealing parts of me until there wasn’t enough left to stay together. It was about humiliation and harm. What you do, what Julian does, it’s different because it’s about holding me together, not ripping me apart. For a time I felt as if I might fly away. I was so light, so empty, it felt as though I could lift up and float on the breeze until no one knew me anymore.”
* * *
Unashamed, she found her clit, reaching down to gather all that wetness he’d created to circle it up and around, over and over.
“You’re already close,” he murmured before he bit her ear, making her gasp. “Imagine Julian’s mouth on you.”
“As you fuck him.”
He caught his breath and raised a brow at her. “Yes, yes, you do like it that way. So do I.”
So she did. She remembered what it felt like to have Julian there, his broad shoulders holding her thighs wide open, Vincenz behind him on his knees, hand on Julian’s cock. Each time Vincenz thrust into Julian, Julian’s mouth slipped against her cunt in a different way.
* * *
"Julian needs to grovel a lot more.” Andrei glared at him. “I’m sorry? You said I’m sorry and thought that was enough?”
“I just wanted to be left alone and she wasn’t going.”
“You used something you knew would drive her away. I get it. But, Julian, you used something you knew would drive her away.” Andrei repeated the last with emphasis. “That works with your friends and other assorted people, but some words can’t be taken back. They come from you and into her and it begins to eat away at the foundations you’ve built. The trust she has in both of you.”
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