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Casey’s Surrender: Chapter 6

I
tensed when I saw Max’s familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette walking up the path outside the house. He looked worn out, beaten down, and entirely dejected, with a rucksack similar to the one I’d packed slung over one shoulder. Behind him in the driveway I could see his pickup parked beside Rick’s and loaded up with even more of his belongings.

Rick opened the door for him and started to say something, but Max cut him off.

“Not in the mood to talk, man.” He came in and tossed the bag on the floor before glancing at me but not saying a word. He didn’t look angry, though—just tired.

“What happened?” I asked, unable to disguise my anxiety. I decided immediately after the words came out that I didn’t really give a shit about my mother, or the night before. I was willing to trust Rick and give Max the benefit of the doubt, particularly now that I could see him.

Max collapsed into an overstuffed armchair and rested his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Well, your Mom got the point of your little gift, let’s just say that. I spent half the day doing damage control when she threatened to call the cops and have both me and Rick arrested.”

“What! But I said I was willing!”

“I know. She has nothing to go on, but she was damn upset about it. The rest of the argument was about the divorce and all the bullshit she could dole out with that as evidence. I finally convinced her to wait until she talked to you.” He let out an amused chuckle followed by a sigh. “You should have seen her face. My God was that vindicating. I did feel bad for her, though.”

“So … you weren’t with her last night? I mean, I saw her in bed with you before I left. That’s kind of why I did it.”

He raised his head and looked at me, brows raised. “Jesus, Casey.” He swiped both hands over his face. “I can’t imagine how that made you feel. She ambushed me in my sleep. The whole night was pretty damn surreal, to be honest. After I put you to bed, I took something to help me sleep. When I woke up I was sure it was
you
straddling me and trying to ride me. The fact that I said your name when your mom was trying to fuck me was what set her off after that. I’ve been awake since about Midnight or so.”

“Why did Tanya even come back last night?” Rick asked. “I thought you said she’d given you until tonight to move your things out. Not to mention she’s with someone else now, isn’t she?”

He shrugged. “She said she wanted a farewell fuck, for old times’ sake. But the good sex Tanya and I had was history years ago. I don’t envy the new guy, though. And I’m so fucking grateful Casey inherited her dad’s personality.”

“My dad? You didn’t even know my dad, so how would you know?” I asked.

“I know enough about him from stories your mom told me before he died, and I found out more when I looked up his old squad mates. You’re definitely not like your mom, you never have been. That’s probably why I love you.”

I was tempted to ask him exactly how different I was from her, but decided I really didn’t want to know. Mom and I hadn’t gotten along since I’d grown breasts. Max had ended up stuck between us through so many vitriolic arguments. Only half of them did he ever wind up coming out on my side of things, but he almost always had a good reason for taking her side, no matter how much I hated the fact.

Max’s gaze drifted lazily over me and Rick, then moved to the paused image on the TV screen. He let out a soft snort. “A little lesson in what not to do, there,” he said. “I can’t believe you still have this recording.”

“How long has it been since you watched this?” Rick asked.

“I burned my copy years ago.”

“Yet you kept your gear. Why? Because you hoped we’d find another someday, but it never happened? Casey, tell him what you told me.”

My eyes stung with tears again. I was relieved Max was talking to me but still anxious. I wasn’t sure I could get all the words out a second time, but I took a deep breath anyway.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back,” I said, struggling to keep the desperation out of my voice. “I’m just afraid I’ll never live up to the girl in that video, because I’m so new at this. When I thought you might be back with Mom, even after what she did—and what
we
did—it hurt. I don’t want it to end, Daddy. Not when it just started.”

His shoulders sagged when I finished. Just as I was about to escape upstairs to cry I found myself pulled into his lap and wrapped in his embrace.

“Jesus, Casey. I’m such a fucking fool. The last two days meant everything to me, too. I just couldn’t reconcile it at first because—Christ—you’ve always been my little girl and now you’re very much
not
that anymore.”

“I want to be what she was to you,” I said softly into his chest, pointing my chin toward the television.

He grabbed the remote control and killed the power with a curse.

“Screw Aurora. Forget you watched that, all right, baby? You’re two very different women and
you
are the woman I want.” His voice was gruff and intense in my ear, his stubble rough against my cheek. I took a deep breath and was calmed by his warm, familiar scent.

“Show me, please.” I gazed up at him, hoping my face wasn’t too puffy from crying. In spite of the dark mood, simply being held tight against his solid body had caused a low heat to grow deep inside me.

He slid his hands up my back, over my sweatshirt and cupped both sides of my face.

“I would do anything for you,” he said softly, and my heart pounded when his lips pressed against mine. I savored the kiss, hoping it meant that he wouldn’t abandon my cravings for the sake of propriety. He pulled away and gave me a small smile. “There’s just one question I need to ask you,” he said. “What do you want to try first?”

I blinked at him, then looked over at Rick, who leaned against the sideboard, hands braced on the edge. His lips were parted in anticipation of my words, his knuckles white from clenching the wood of the exquisite piece of furniture that I knew he’d built.

They both looked so beautiful, and they were hanging on my words.

“I just want to be with you both. Maybe make it up as we go—find our own rules. Is that okay?”

“That’s the general idea, Case,” Max said, giving me a wicked smirk. “Remember your safe word.”

Casey’s Surrender: Chapter 7

R
ick led us up the stairs to his bedroom. Outside the door, he hesitated. “Ah, before we go in, you should know that I’ve been planning to get back into the scene, so I’ve been prepping a bit. It was the only thing that made sense for me after Corinne died. You guys will be the first to step foot in here since then.”

The interior was a luxurious den that made my eyes widen in amazement. The king-sized bed was a work of detailed craftsmanship, with hand-carved posts that sported silver rings at varying heights. Midnight-blue paint covered walls that were draped with richly patterned silk and velvet. Along the walls were heavy wooden cabinets and racks displaying all manner of objects, few of which were familiar to me.

“Jesus, did you build that?” Max asked, pointing at the bed.

I was more interested in the trailing ropes that hung from several heavy steel rings in the ceiling. White silk lengths like the ones Rick had bound me with the day before hung down and trailed along the floor. I reached out a tentative finger and hooked one of the ropes, letting it slide through my hand.

“How do you use these if they’re attached to the ceiling?” I asked.

“I can show you.” Rick’s warm hand rested at my waist, sending a thrill through me. “It’s a little like what I did with the ropes yesterday, just with you suspended in air.”

I could only nod, my mouth having gone too dry to speak the way my heart was pounding. My nipples pricked up beneath my shirt.

“That might be a little advanced for you, Case,” Max said, coming up behind me with a concerned look on his face. Beneath his frown, however, was an eager look.

“You’ll make sure we go slow, though, won’t you?” I asked, giving him a smile.

“Let’s get you naked then,” Rick said, tugging at the hem of my sweatshirt.

My skin felt flushed when I stood there a moment later in all my glory between the two of them. Rick tugged at a dangling rope, pulling it free from the hoop.

“Kneel down here,” he said, resting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me slowly to the soft rug that covered floor beneath the ropes. His touch was gentle but firm as he restrained my hands behind my back and began to slowly wrap my torso in the ropes so that my arms were held snug against my sides. The slide of the ropes over my skin set me ablaze again, like they had the day before.

He’d grilled me during our talk earlier on things I would or wouldn’t be okay with, so I trusted him to be careful with me. Right now, all he was doing was tying me up, which was something I’d expressed was on my list of “hard limits of things I want”.

“Spread your legs a bit more,” Rick said. I did, and was rewarded by the soft tug as he passed several cords between my thighs and his fingers gently positioned them on either side of my bare pussy. He adjusted them until they were snug, leaving me feeling oddly spread open.

“Feel good?” he said in a rough voice, letting his fingertips slide along my exposed flesh between the ropes again, the contact making my core ache and the low burn of need deep in my belly grow even hotter. I closed my eyes and only barely managed to blurt out an affirmative that ended with a sharp gasp when he flicked lightly at my piercing.

Max sat on the end of the bed, watching intently while Rick worked. Soon my entire upper body from shoulders to crotch was almost covered in knotted ropes. Only my breasts were exposed, slightly squeezed at the top and bottom so they stuck out more prominently. Rick came around to the front with the end of a rope in his hand and paused long enough to drift his gentle touch across my breasts, flicking at my hoops idly.

Pleasure shot through my nipples, so much more acutely sensitive now due to the bite of the ropes into my skin. The touches came more frequently as he worked, some gentle and seemingly accidental, others more deliberate—a teasing stroke between my ass cheeks followed by the tickle of a rope over my shoulder or between my thighs. Every sensation layered upon the last one until I felt not only cocooned in silk ropes, but also in pleasurable touches.

“Are you comfortable?” Rick asked. He tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes earnestly.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He smiled. “I didn’t ask you to call me ‘sir’ but I like it.”

“I thought since you’re a dom …” I started and stopped when he shook his head.

“I’ve never been a fan of that level of obeisance in a scene. If you enjoy it, by all means do it. My pleasure comes from simply restraining you and controlling your pleasure. I don’t want to control your mind.”

“Then yes, I feel really good, actually.”

“Good,” he said. “Now time for your legs. You’re going to feel a little like a string puppet, but that’s part of the fun. Just make sure to say so if anything hurts in a way you don’t like.”

He moved behind me again, and again the slide of the ropes worked its way over my skin. As he worked he attached ropes to my sides and strung them through the rings above me, gradually pulling them taut as he went.

“You’re going to feel yourself lifted in a moment. Just relax and go with it. If I’ve done my job everything will feel comfortable.”

“Okay,” I said, having learned that a verbal response was preferred, where it was possible to give one.

My eyes met Max’s and I smiled nervously. He returned the smile with only a nod as he stood and removed his shirt. He came toward me, his dark eyes intense. I had to crane my head up to look at him when he paused in front of me. He let his hand drift down over my head and cupped my cheek. I was acutely aware of the tight bulge that strained at the front of his trousers—the very idea of tasting him again made my mouth water.

“Can I have you in my mouth again?” I asked. The question provoked a small smile from him, but he shook his head.

“No, baby. I have other plans today. Are you in the mood for pain, too?”

If it was coming from him, I definitely wanted it. “Yes, sir,” I said.

Rick moved behind me and my skin tingled when his hands slid down my arms again, gently checking the knots so far. A moment later I felt a tug at the center of my shoulders and at my hips, and the ropes around my torso tightened just slightly. I gasped at the odd feeling of weightlessness as I was lifted slowly off the floor, my legs unbending as I rose. A sense of vertigo hit as my shoulders dipped forward for a second then were pulled upright again with Rick’s hand gently guiding my shoulder. The lifting continued until my feet dangled just above the floor. My ass felt suspended and stretched and I struggled, panicking at the lack of control I had over my own movements

A warm and rested on my back and Rick said, “You’re fine, just relax. Does anything hurt? Anything too tight? Close your eyes and breathe, Casey. It’s important for you to be aware
now
because you won’t be in a few minutes.”

In spite of the swaying vulnerability of my position I closed my eyes and tried to focus. Rick’s hands were the first things I was aware of, holding my hips.

“I can feel you, where’s Max?” I asked.

“Here, baby,” he said. “I’m going to blindfold you, all right? You’ll be more aware of your body if you’re blind for a bit.”

I opened my eyes just long enough to see his face before he wrapped a length of fabric around my head. Oddly, the blindfold let me relax a little. I couldn’t see, so it let me focus on everything I could feel, and what I could feel felt amazing.

Casey’s Surrender: Chapter 8

I
was surprisingly comfortable, suspended in the air as the pair of them held me from either side. I knew who was who based on Rick’s steady adjusting of the knots.

Both slid hands down my back and over my ass, Max’s pausing for a second to squeeze gently, then give me a sharp smack before moving lower to grip my thigh right above my knee.

Together they lifted my legs, bending them at the hips until I was in a seated position. Max touched my chin with his free hand and his mouth pressed against mine. I moaned around his probing tongue, my body already responding to the light touches he teased over my exposed skin. Rick’s contact became only a background sensation compared to the sensual teasing of Max’s fingers, very deliberate compared to the purely business-like sweep of Rick’s ropes as he bound my thigh and tethered it to one of the steel rings above us.

Max toyed with my nipples one at a time, pinching and caressing over and over until I couldn’t help but moan in response, then he moved lower, tracing the lines of the ropes down over my belly. He pulled my thigh wider and cupped my swollen pussy, sliding his palm down over my sensitive, throbbing flesh in a rough sweep, pausing with the heel of his palm at the top of my slit and rubbing in a slow circle.

My vision was clouded with pleasure, but he pulled away to allow Rick to step in and finish binding my other thigh. Then they were gone and I turned my head back and forth trying to track them, alarmed for a moment until I heard the sounds of movement behind me.

Rick came back around again. “Beautiful,” he said, his tone hungry.

“Will I be able to see later?” I asked.

“No cameras up here. Tonight’s about trust.”

I tried to visualize how I must look anyway. Ropes were wrapped around and around my thighs, with tethers holding them up like a marionette’s limbs. The angle of my shoulders caused my breasts to be thrust out. The hoops through my nipples were a constant presence with every breath. Rick flipped the lights off and even the dim light that came through the blindfold disappeared.

“We’re turning on colored lights,” he said. We can still see you, but you’ll have a harder time tracing us visually through the blindfold.”

A dark shape moved close. “You look beautiful,” Max said, brushing his lips down the side of my jaw and sliding his hands over my skin. Something cool clinked against my nipple piercings. The sharp sting of a pair of clamps closing over my flesh made me wince at first, but soon enough the pain subsided into a steady throb.

Max’s touch made me sway slightly on the ropes that I hung from and he took advantage of the movements to let me swing slowly into his touch and away again, each drift toward him pushing his fingertips further up my inner thighs. The rush of my utter helpless vulnerability made my pulse race, and the sensations that persisted on top of that had me aroused beyond imagining.

I turned my head about, trying desperately to track Max, already becoming discombobulated by the suspension and lack of sight. Only his steady touch kept me oriented, but my compass was royally screwed. My true North was Max and his touch. I couldn’t help but sigh in ecstasy when his fingertips finally slid along my slick folds. This time he did more than tease, though. He sank his fingers deep into me, halting my swaying with a hooked motion inside me and pulling me toward him. The pressure of his fingers against that sweet, sensitive spot inside made me gasp, sure he must feel the way I heated and grew even slicker around him. I squirmed ineffectually against my bindings, but I didn’t want to get away, I just wanted more.

“What next, baby?” he murmured in my ear. “Should I make you come now or do you want to draw this out? You can’t move, so you have to tell me what you want. Remember, tonight’s when you make the rules, but the next time we do this, you’ll be gagged so you’d better make sure you tell us everything now.”

His thumb flicked lightly over my clit and I nearly gave into his suggestion, but I knew I wanted more than just an orgasm. I wanted to feel everything. I shook my head. “Don’t make me come yet. Make it last,” I said.
Make it last forever, please
.

He nodded and pulled away from me, leaving me swinging and helpless.

For too long, I was left hanging, my arousal fully exposed with the ropes spreading me open and my legs tied wide. I could see nothing and could feel nothing but the flow of air across my naked skin.

I could hear them murmuring softly nearby, however. I just couldn’t make out what they were saying. I listened as hard as I could, but the best I could hear was the word “want”. The conversation stopped and a second later a gentle brush of a hand swept down my back from behind and something slick and warm pressed in the center of my exposed, spread ass cheeks.

“I made a promise to you yesterday,” Rick said, leaning close and whispering in my ear. His fingertips teased around and around tracing slick circles just at the edge of my sensitive, puckered opening. “Do you remember?”

“Yes,” I said, still distracted wondering about their conversation, but quickly losing interest in it.

Max’s hands returned to my waist from the front, making me jerk my head back around.

“Daddy?” I gasped.

“None other, baby,” he said. “You doing all right?”

I sighed and leaned toward him in my darkness as much as I could. “I trust you,” I said. “But this is a little scary.”

“You can let go,” he said. “Let yourself be a little scared. If you get a lot scared, you say so.”

My breathing grew rapid at the bombardment of sensations. They began to slowly push me back and forth between them, not far enough for me to truly be swinging. I never completely left their contact. Rick kept a hand solidly against one of my hips and Max’s fingers sank deep inside me again, stroking my tight channel with each surge toward him.

They spun me so it must be Rick facing me. He tugged at the chain that linked my breasts, making me hiss with the sting. A second later a pair of hot lips wrapped around one nipple and sucked, his tongue prodding the sensitive tip and flooding me with a combination of pleasure and pain. Then his fingers replaced Max’s sliding between my slick folds.

“Christ, you’re soaking wet. Do you think you’re ready to get fucked yet, Casey?”

“Oh, God yes!”

“What about your tight little asshole? I think we need to break you in there, too.”

He slid his slick fingers back farther, carrying the wet juices of my arousal to stroke again in tortuous circles around my asshole. When he moved his hand forward again, a whoosh of air hit my skin a split second before the stinging smack of something against my ass.

I cried out from the shock of it, my entire body writhing in my bindings in response.

It was the same sensation that had accompanied the leather flogger Max had used the day before. I’d loved it then, but this time it was harder, with the narrow bands of leather striking directly against my sensitive opening. I clenched, but strung up and spread out the way I was there was no escaping the whipping.

Max moved up close behind me and reached around, embracing me and murmuring into my ear, “I love looking at you like this, baby. Seeing how you react when I whip you makes me so fucking hard. Did that feel good when your pretty asshole stung?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, so close to the point of mindlessness I had trouble finding even the simplest words to speak.

He slid his hands down the front of my bound torso, avoiding my pussy to grip my inner thighs and spread me a little wider.

“Time to let Rick have a little piece of you before it’s my turn again,” he said. His fingers tugged at the blindfold and pulled it off. When I opened my eyes I saw Rick striding toward me, his gaze intent on mine and his sweet lips parted to let his tongue sweep hungrily over his lower lip. It was the very same look he’d given me when we’d had our moment in the bedroom doorway earlier and my pussy clenched in need to have him inside me. His long cock was far from flaccid, jutting out in front of him like a battering ram.

“Are you ready for him, baby?” Max asked. “Or do I need to whip you until you are?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed at the idea. I tilted my head back against his cheek and whispered, “I want it all, please.”