What?
A bead pressed against his never-before-penetrated asshole, and with a little manipulation and persistence, she used two fingertips to work it inside him.
It was official. Dawn O’Reilly was far kinkier than he had ever aspired to be.
“Wait.” He gasped brokenly as she pushed a second bead inside him.
“One more,” she whispered, rubbing the third bead around his hole.
God, he wanted it.
“Okay,” he said.
When she popped it into his ass, his entire body jolted and began to quiver uncontrollably. He could feel the beads inside him, foreign and invasive. Dawn pressed a hand against the underside of his cock, which tightened the rope to rub against the seam of his balls and simultaneously tug at the beads in his ass. One almost popped free—almost—but she shifted his cock down and his body tugged it right back inside.
“Fuck me,” he swore as pleasure sensors he never knew existed ignited. He was pretty sure he was coming, but the binding wrapped around his overstimulated cock wouldn’t allow him to erupt.
“I’m not sure this next part will work,” she said, “but I’m going to try.”
There was more? How could there possibly be more?
Gasping and caught in an endless orgasm, Kellen tried to puzzle through Dawn’s drenching his encased cock with lube. Then she straddled him, taking a moment to find places for her legs among his bound appendages and the ropes. With a hand between their bodies, she took his now slippery, still-tied cock into her hand and pressed it into her hot pussy. If he hadn’t been coming before, he was definitely coming now. Due to the ropes, she was forced to lean forward until their bellies touched as she rode him. That position happened to stretch taut the rope tying his cock to his ass. Each motion of her body threatened to pop a bead free, but it held and held and held. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Was it possible to die from pleasure?
“Oh. Oh yes,” Dawn cried, riding him faster, harder. “This feels amazing.”
He’d have agreed if he could remember how to speak.
He wasn’t even sure what she was doing any longer. He could only concentrate on physical sensation. Most of it was pleasure, but some pain, a bit of friction and tugging and release and being held back from that same release. And God he was hot and shaking and had the shivers and goosebumps. Every muscle in his body was tight. His mind was free of all thought. And . . . fuck, he was surely dying.
He wasn’t sure when she finished, but suddenly she wasn’t on top of him any longer. The beads in his ass were yanked free, each releasing a burst of ecstasy. Kellen cried out as he came again, or had he ever stopped coming? The tightness around his cock loosened, and then a firm hand circled his bare cock and tugged and tugged and tugged, pulling every drop of cum from his body. Finally, relief. Blessed release. And it had never felt so good in his life.
He didn’t even realize words were erupting from his mouth until the hand went still and Dawn said, “Owen?” She slapped him hard on his belly. “Did you really just call his name?”
What?
Chapter Eight
While Dawn had been orchestrating one of the most exhilarating and liberating sexual experiences of her rather sheltered life, her partner had been fantasizing about another person. A man! Now wasn’t that just perfect? She should have known things were going too well between her and Kellen. She was pretty sure he was on the right track with moving past Sara, but instead of focusing his newly freed devotion on Dawn, he’d instead diverted it to Owen.
“I didn’t really call Owen’s name, did I?” Kellen said in a voice so low and quiet, she scarcely heard him over the roar of the blood rushing through her head.
“Yeah. Several times.” She repeated his words, now likely scored into her memory for the rest of her life. “Oh yes, Owen. Make me come. Owen. Owen!”
He burst out laughing, and she wasn’t sure if it was a nervous reaction or if he actually thought it was funny to call his best friend’s name while she’d been stroking his cock. Hell, she’d been concerned that his angry-looking dick wouldn’t survive the force of his ejaculation, and he hadn’t even been thinking about the person actually responsible for that orgasm.
“That’s just perfect,” he muttered when his laughter died down.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” she said, sinking down beside him on the bed. She considered running off and leaving him to waste away tied up on her bed, but she liked this guy. Really liked him. And if he was secretly having an affair with a man, she’d be devastated. She silently prayed that there was another reason behind his slipup. In the throes of ecstasy she’d once called her lover by her long-time crush’s name, not because she’d actually wanted to be with Pierre but because she’d been fantasizing about him while her bore-in-the-sack boyfriend was making love to her.
Oh shit.
“Are you and Owen lovers?”
“Of course not,” he said.
“Of course not? That’s your response?”
He released a forlorn sigh. “Untie me, and I’ll explain.”
“Explain and then I’ll untie you.” She figured if she untied him, he’d rush off and she’d never get a decent answer out of him.
“I think I’m mixed up because I’ve only ever been tied up by one person. And it happened to be a man.”
“Owen tied you up?” He’d already told her about Toshi, the man who’d taught him Shibari, but then that would mean two different men had tied him, so that didn’t make sense. But he’d clearly been thinking of Owen, not Toshi.
“No. Owen’s never tied me, but I have tied him.”
“Did you take advantage of him when he was defenseless?”
“No.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just touched him. But we’ve been jacking each other off for years, so it doesn’t mean anything.”
Of course that meant something. Was he really that dumb or just in denial?
Dawn’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. She couldn’t even close her jaw. “What?”
“After Sara died, I needed relief, and sometimes Owen helped me out with a little handy. It was only fair that I helped him out too, right?”
Dawn’s head was shaking, but she wasn’t doing it consciously. She was so shocked by what he was saying—shocked that he didn’t see the deeper issue—that her body was on autopilot. And her thoughts were in hyperdrive.
“That’s not something friends do,” she said.