Love Unbound (5 page)

“I don’t trust anyone
other than you, and she trusts me. And, more than anything…”

Ryan placed the hot
dish down, swept off the mitts, laying them on the bench, and moved towards
Brendon, gracefully folding to his knees, gazing up at him with utter love and
trust, which twisted at Brendon’s heart.

“…I want my Master and
Jay to be happy.”

“I already have so
much joy to be loved by you. Are you sure this is what Jay wants, what she
needs?”

“I would bet my very
life on it.” Ryan’s tone was suddenly serious, and something else swirled in
his sub’s hazel eyes. Something he couldn’t pinpoint.

“You always do wear
your heart on your sleeve.” He brushed the side of Ryan’s face, and the younger
man leant into his touch. How he loved Ryan. Did he have room in his heart for
another? Ryan was right. Jay was beautiful, and he did want to help her. “The
question is, are you happy about this? Seeing me with her? Having to share?”

Ryan smiled up at him.
“I love you, and I love Jay; it’s not sharing when the mix is so perfect. I
wouldn’t have thought it up if I didn’t want it.”

He couldn’t see the
downside to having her, other than it may get a little crowded in the shower.
He couldn’t help the smile splitting his face. “Very well, we’ll keep her for a
six month trial run, but I won’t have dissention in my home—no little subs
plotting against their Master.”

Ryan’s grin was
brilliant, lighting his whole beautiful, boyish face. “Thank you, Master.”

The doorbell rang, and
Ryan waited for permission to rise from his knees.

“Go ahead, answer the
door, and let the lessons begin.”

The spreader bar
between Jay’s knees made her legs unstable. The only support was the rope wound
around her arms, from above her elbow down to her wrist. Her arms were pulled
behind her back and attached to another rope, strung from the dungeon’s ceiling
hooks.

She glanced down at
the intricate crisscross of red and black rope on her skin. Even she had to
admit it looked beautiful, the darker colors against her pale skin.

Brendon had wound the
softer, crimson rope around her generous breasts. It pushed her body forward,
so they hung suspended, while her ass jutted out, exposed and vulnerable.

She trembled as
Brendon’s large hand caressed her ass cheeks, running a single finger down her
cleft.

“I’m going to take
this virgin ass of yours, today.”

He had been tormenting
her all week, about how he would take her ass, fuck her so hard the whole
country would hear her scream. He and Ryan had prepared her with various sized
butt plugs. Brendon would keep her on the peak of arousal, not allowing her to
come, until he was buried deep in her dark channel.

After a week of utter
frustration, Ryan assured her the suffering would be worth it. Her torment
increased, as she was forced to watch Ryan sink to his knees and lovingly give
his Master a blowjob. Listening to their moans and whimpers of pleasure made
her desire flame to an almost unbearable level.

Brendon was careful
not to put either Jay or Ryan out of their comfort zones. He never asked Ryan
to do anything sexual to her, or she to Ryan, but often they would work
together to pleasure their Master.

One morning, Brendon
lay back casually on the bed, a smile on his lips, as Ryan taught her the finer
art of sucking their Master’s cock. It took her a few tries, before she was
able to relax her throat muscles enough to take Brendon’s cock, nearly all the
way in, without choking. When she succeeded—Brendon rewarded her by gripping
the back of her head and fucking her throat until he came.

During her training, Brendon pushed her to new
heights she’d never believed possible, which only left her craving more.

It was more than just
sex, more than control. They ate dinner together, talked,
even
relaxed after sessions, lounging on a comfortable sofa in the large living room
and in front of Brendon’s big, plasma television
.
It was fun getting to know Brendon and
his funny quirks. She would have never pegged the straight-laced solicitor as
being a
Trekkie
.

When she teased both
Ryan and Brendon about being closet nerds, they both attacked and tickled her,
until she begged for mercy.

Brendon insisted she
bring clothes over and stay nights, only there was a “no clothes” rule in the
bedroom.

When she tried to back
out, Ryan gave her a pouty look and Brendon glared, making her give in to what
they wanted. Sweetly, they praised and caressed her body, giving her a new
found self-confidence. She felt important, sexy and most of all, loved.

She knew Ryan loved
her without reserve as she loved him, their deeper friendship making her heart
ache even more.

Anytime she tried to
broach the subject of Ryan telling Brendon about his condition, he pleaded with
her to wait, as they were all so happy.

The sharp stinging
slap on her left ass cheek brought her mind back to the present.

“You
wandered,
blue jay.”

“Yes,
sir.
Sorry, sir.”

“What were you
thinking about?”

She swallowed, knowing
he wouldn’t settle for anything but the truth. The truth was she and Ryan
were
both lying to him.

“I … I was thinking …
uh … about the past week.”

Brendon walked around
her. He was dressed in black leather pants and solid, shit-kicker boots, his
chest bare, displaying his wonderfully defined chest, strong and well-defined
shoulders and arms. Power oozed from the man, making her mouth water and fueling
her desire to kneel at his feet, whether he asked it of her, or not.

“And?”
He cupped her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his.

“I want more,” she
whispered, feeling the heat fuse into her cheeks.

Ryan chuckled softly
from the corner, bound to the cross bar on the back wall.

Brendon’s gaze rounded
on him and he fell silent.

“I know that, little
one. Tell me what you’re feeling.” He squatted down, leveling their heights.

“I don’t want it to
end. I don’t ever want to go back to … to—”

“A
normal sex life, not that you had much of one before, but that isn’t what I
asked.”
He reached down, pinching a nipple
between his fingers.

Her hips jerked
forward with the bite of pain. “Remember what we talked about. I need to know
everything in your head, Jay.”

“I feel stronger, more
in tune with life, with myself.”

“Are you beautiful,
blue jay?”

“Yes,
sir.”
She met his gaze with confidence.

“Is this body
beautiful?” He cupped her breast, squeezing. She let out a soft whimper of
need.

“Yes,
sir.”

“What else are you,
Jay?” The question threw her. What was she?

“I … I don’t
understand, sir.”

“I think you do. Why
come here night after night, why submit to me, why share me with Ryan? What are
you, Jay?”

His feather-light
touch ran up from her breast, over her collarbone, up her neck, pausing at her
lips. He lightly stroked her bottom lip.

Her mind swirled. It
was hard to think in her painfully aroused state. Who was she?

He pulled away,
circling back around, his hand once again on her ass, the heat of his body
pressed against her back. She moaned at the erotic tickling of his light
dusting of chest hair against her smooth back. He grabbed a handful of her
hair, yanking her head back. The sting sent a jolt down her spine; he licked
the shell of her ear at the same time his digit breached her ass.

She groaned at his
invasion.

“Who are you?”

“I … I am … whatever
you want … I am yours.” The words tumbled from her mouth.

“Do I own you, my blue
jay?” He added another finger, making it burn with pleasure and pain, while his
other hand stroked her clit.

“Yes, Master! Please,
fuck me.”

She barely heard Ryan’s
gasp over the heavy pounding in her ears.

****

Surrender, complete
and total, such a precious thing; pride swelled within him as she sighed
deeply, trying to push herself back against his fingers.

He raised his head to
stare across the room at Ryan, half expecting to see anger, or jealousy. Ryan
smiled, giving a nod of approval. There was nothing for it, now, but to fuck
her and collar her.

She’d given herself
unconditionally and both men in the room knew it. He’d never allow anyone to
touch her, ever again.

He put his focus back
on his new little sub, who was panting heavily, waiting for his next move.

Brendon started to
thrust slowly in and out, in and out, gradually preparing her to take his cock.
He listened to the soft whimpers of her pleasure, feeling himself held captive
by the sweet sounds of her surrender.

He could feel her need
for release, her body coiled as tense as his own. His cock throbbed in
anticipation of the moment, when it would replace his fingers. He bit his lip,
eager to bury himself within her, but he knew it wasn't yet time.
He
clenched his jaw in concentration and determination. Jay rocked against his
thrusting fingers, her gasps and moans of pleasure inciting his need to claim
her completely, totally.

He knew from the pants
and gasps and the tension coiled in her body, she was as ready to come as he
was. One more time, he withdrew his fingers, buoyed by her moan of
disappointment when they slipped free of her tight channel.

“I know it hurts, but
it'll feel good again once I'm inside.” He kissed and nipped at her neck and
then her shoulders.

He continued to stroke
her pussy, although more slowly than he had before. He didn't want her to come
yet, but he wanted her balanced on the precarious edge. Close, ready.

"Please ... I
need to come,” she whimpered.

"When my cock is
buried in
your
ass, you can come. It's a little bigger than my fingers. Are you ready for
it?"

She
nodded,
her breath raspy. “Yes, Master. Please.”

His cock throbbed at
the sound of her sweet, innocent voice begging to have his cock buried in her
ass.

He was eager to be
there, too, his cock desperate to fill the space his fingers had just plowed.
It was time. He wanted to give her the pleasure she craved.

Wasting no time, he
moved behind her, slathering his cock with lubricant. He
throbbed,
his own need sharp, as he positioned himself at her opening. The need to have
his cock enclosed in the tight sheath his fingers had just vacated drove him,
made him want to sink himself into her, hot and hard, forcing her to take him,
making her accept his presence inside her.

It would come another
day, right
now,
he did not want to tear the fragile
bond he’d created with his new sub. He wanted the experience to be softer,
more tender
, more loving, something beautiful she would look
back on with pleasure.

Love?
The thought shocked him, and he froze, his cock poised her entrance.

“Master?”
She had sensed his sudden unease.

Ryan had stolen his
heart in a matter of days and now this young woman: they both possessed the
same beautiful, giving souls he found irresistible.

Yes, it would be easy
to love Jay, just as it was easy to love Ryan.

Clenching his jaw
against the urge to drive himself into her, he edged his cock forward against
her tight opening, one small thrust at a time.

“Oh god, it's so
good,” she whimpered,
as she shifted back against him, willingly
accepting him inside her, welcoming him into her, until the head of his cock
slipped past her sphincter.

He could feel her
resistance, then. He pressed. Need ripped through him. He needed her to open,
to admit him.

“Relax, blue jay, take
all my cock. I know you can,” he said, as he slowly pushed himself forward.

She whimpered softly,
but didn't move away from the pressure. “Good girl.”

“Oh, god, oh, please…”
She whimpered, lifting her ass and pressing back against him.

"That's it.
Almost there.
Just a little more.”
She was so
tight,
he could feel every ripple and
tremor as her body slowly opened, admitting him. She moaned, the sound ending
on a sigh of pleasure, while he eased forward, gradually deepening his
penetration.