Embracing the Fall (18 page)

Staying right where he was, Evan focused again on Z as her body and moans showed signs
that she was nearing peak again. “That’s it baby,” Evan crooned to her, “That’s it.
Gimme more. Fucking give me everything.” She screamed and he heard her say, “I am,”
and he was lost. Lost in them both.

He stood up to his full height again and reached for the stands. As he adjusted them,
this time from the outsides instead of from between their legs, he positioned the
balls securely right over their clits, while he made sure to leave their holes free
from obstruction and open for his play.

Z was already screaming in the throes of her next orgasm when he thrust his fingers
inside her. She was molten hot and tight as the grip of a constrictor on his plunging
digits. Cami’s sweet cunt was just as hot and wet and tight, and Evan cursed viciously
at the feel of the contractions still pulsing through her sheath.

“Fuck, ladies.” Evan’s voice was almost reverent. “So good, you both feel so fucking
good. Again now. Go again, both of you. Right. Fucking. Now!” And they did. They came
for him like fountains, raining in a scorching rush across his palms. “More,” he demanded,
endlessly greedy. “More and more and fucking more.”

All three of them were sweating, the girls’ makeup a ruined mess that he found sexy
as hell. His arms pumped until his hands threatened to cramp and his biceps strained
to the point of burning. He adjusted and readjusted the wands, never leaving them
in the same place for long, so their bodies could in no way become immune to the stimulation
they provided. He’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d coaxed, won, and yanked
from their bodies. It wasn’t enough, he feared it would never be enough. They were
his food, and he was ravenous.

To the chorus of women lost in subspace, Evan stood and reached for his riding crop.
Their voices were an incessant symphony, an ongoing aria that filled the room with
its erotic melody. With deft and precise flicks of his wrist, Evan aimed for the pretty,
crooked row of pins across their breasts. Each flick of the crop popped off another
one, and every time it did, the woman freed from that bite cried out for him.
Snap. Snap. Snap
. They sprang free in order, like dominoes falling in a line, and Evan wished he had
taken the time to have added more.

“Oh ladies,” Evan crooned as he removed the stands and the remaining clothespins from
their labia. Then he took the wands in hand again. “What have you done to my control?
I wanted to be here all night. Hearing you scream. Making you scream.” Evan turned
the speed on both toys up to full blast and laid those balls directly on top of each
woman’s left nipple. Right on cue they screamed for him. And it was magnificent. “But
I need you now. I’m already there, already bursting to be inside you. And it’s got
to be right fucking now.”

Evan placed himself between Cami’s thighs, bent forward so he was a looming over her
as she was restrained beneath him. With the shift of his hips, he nudged his cock
forward, positioning himself for that deep slide within. “Look at me, sweet brat.
My sweet, sweet brat.” When those big blue eyes fluttered open, they were dazed.

“Oh, Sir. Oh my, Sir.” Her head lifted as far as she could reach, her whole body begging
for his kiss. Evan was helpless to deny her; he brought his mouth down and kissed
her deep and wet and thoroughly as his body sank into hers.

It was like plunging his cock into wet wildfire, and that fire spread throughout his
entire body. Without breaking their kiss, Evan placed one wand on one of her tender
nipples and swallowed the cries she uttered like it was candy. With the other arm
going by feel alone, he ran that undulating ball from one pert breast to the other
as Z continued with her own cries.

With no warning to her, Evan changed the tilt of his thrust and started pounding that
spot inside Cami that he knew would give him what he was after. One. Two. Three sharp
fast strokes and her pussy clamped around him like a trap as her release flooded them
both.

Her sheath was still pumping in aftershocks when he pulled away from her with a groan
and thrust into Ziporah. “Heaven, sugar.” Evan panted as he leaned down to taste her
lips. “So fucking good, it’s like heaven.” And it was, her walls were tight, clinching
and they ripped his control to shreds. He thrust faster, harder. Evan felt his lips
curl back from his teeth in a wild show of passion when he straightened and let his
hips fly.

Evan placed Ziporah’s wand back on her clit and shouted at the instant clenching it
caused around his cock. With Cami’s, he placed it on her clit with his palm and pressed
it tight while he thrust three fingers inside her. With hand and cock, he fucked them
both like his life would end if he didn’t.

Ziporah’s body started to tighten up, racing toward another climax and that clenching
around his shaft yanked the final thread of his control and obliterated any chance
he had of holding back his own release. His hips powered into her faster, deeper,
harder than he had before and as Ziporah released and flooded all over him, he did
the same to her. Animal sounds of primal lust rumbled from his throat, as the blinding
force of his climax exploded within him like a supernova.

By some miracle, Evan had managed to keep his hand and wand placed on Cami. Being
who she was, experiencing the sights and sounds of the two of them coming, combined
with the physical stimulation she was receiving, triggered a release for her as well.
Cami bore down hard on his hand and screamed, as her own climax caught her up in a
wave of heat and rapture.

As the strongest orgasm of his life began to fade away, Evan found himself struggling
to stay on his feet. He felt drunk, drugged and detached from reality. His coordination
was for shit when he tried to turn off the wands one-handed. Clumsily, he fumbled
with them until he’d succeeded, then dropped them both to the floor to be cleaned
up later. He fell forward and braced himself above the two women with a hand on either
side of their heads and kissed them endlessly, passionately and reverently, as he
mumbled words of praise and gratitude for this incomparable experience.

It took more effort than he would ever admit to sit them up and remove the ropes.
The two of them leaned on each other like refugees and watched him with quiet, adoring
eyes. It was the expression on those faces that propelled him and kept him going.
Evan couldn’t remember ever having this strong of a reaction to a scene before. Or
feeling this deeply connected to a sub, let alone two. They were different. They were
everything to him. He wanted to be worthy of the looks he was receiving. He wanted
to be everything to them. He wanted to be fucking Superman for them. It was all he
could do not to stumble on his way to get supplies to clean them up, but he did it;
Superman didn’t stumble. When he came back into the room, they were sitting where
he’d left them and warm affection filled his heart at the sight.

“Poor little subbies.” He chuckled at them. “Look at my girls. My beautiful girls.
I’m the luckiest fucking bastard on the planet.” Pleasure brought a becoming flush
to faces that had started to cool as Evan placed the bowl of warm scented water on
the bedside table and dipped the washcloth in it.

He continued to murmur to them, little words of praise and endearments, as he bathed
their faces and washed away the smeared makeup and drying sweat from their skin. It
took four washcloths and two separate bowls of water to get them cleaned up because
he was thorough with his ladies. Aftercare was every bit as important as what went
on before it. He washed under their arms and breasts, and was exceedingly delicate
with the over stimulated flesh between their legs.

Once they were bathed to his satisfaction, Evan reached for the lotion next. The sweet
scent of mangos and coconuts filled his nostrils and mixed with the lingering scent
of sex, as he rubbed and massaged every inch of their torsos as well as their legs
and arms where the ropes had bound them. “Won’t do to have my girls showing rope burns.
I take care of my angels, my sugar and my sweet brat. I take care of what’s mine.”

That night he’d carried them, one at a time, from the sex cave to his bedroom and
tucked them into his own bed. And as he slept snuggled between two of the most beautiful
and amazing women he’d ever been blessed to know, he didn’t dwell on the fact that
this was a first for him. Even back in Texas, Evan had never brought one of his subs
or slaves into his personal space. He always figured that’s what he had a bed in his
playroom for; his personal space was his own. However, tonight there had been no question
in his mind of where they would sleep. These two belonged in his bed and he was so
content to have them there, it never even occurred to him to question it.

Meetings with stockholders and a lot of other things that didn’t make a lot of sense
to Ziporah, had kept Evan away for days. He called and texted both of them regularly
and it was a fun and flirty way to get to know each other. Both she and Cami had talked
about the fact that this was more than either of them had bargained for. They both
realized this wasn’t about sex or exploration. They were in a relationship, albeit
not a traditional one by any stretch of the imagination, but they undeniably were.
Surprisingly, neither one of them would have it any other way. They were both crazy
about Evan and thrilled to every new experience he shared with them. But it was more
than that; it was late nights watching Buffy and laughing at his good natured groaning.
It was music, and long talks and heated debates on everything from politics to movies.
Who knew if this could really work for anything long-term, but right now it worked
like magic.

Z pressed the button for the elevator in the precinct and tried to keep the silly
smile off of her face. Smitten or not, she was still an assistant district attorney
for the city of New York and she had to look the part. Nothing could have pleased
her more than seeing that beautiful, dashing bald man standing there when the doors
slid open.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise.” His rich southern drawl turned his words into music
that hummed through her heart. “I thought you were in court today.”

“Opposition was granted a reprieve.” She narrowed her eyes as she said it, still fuming,
because she knew it was just a delaying tactic by that shark defense lawyer. Evan
chuckled at the look on her face and reached one hand out to help her in the elevator
while the other prevented the doors from closing.

“I’ll just consider this my lucky day then.” Evan removed his hand and the doors slid
shut, while he crowded her into the corner with a devilish grin on his face. She would
never admit to him the way his smiles made her toes curl and her tummy flutter. No,
she would never give him that. The man had too much mastery over her as it was.

“Why didn’t you get off?” Her cheeks burned in a blush when he laughed huskily at
that.

“Oh, I think I’ll be getting to that right quick.” She dodged his kiss with a laugh
by ducking her head at the last second. She tried to shove away but she should’ve
known that would be useless, he was much too strong for that.