CHAPTER 4
It was the rare weekend when the three of them couldn’t play together, either at the club, in private, or sometimes both. While Sarah enjoyed the men’s company, she also realized something big was missing from her life.
Mainly, someone to share her life.
The men hadn’t played sexually with anyone besides her in the eighteen months since they’d taken the relationship to a sexual one. While she’d gone on a few dates, none of them thrilled her enough to make her want to sleep with them.
None of them were dominant enough for her.
She knew part of her was in love with Ray and Oot, but she didn’t bother wasting time deluding herself that it could ever be anything other than what it was. The men were committed partners, and Ray had asked her a couple of times during the ensuing months if she was doing okay emotionally with their arrangement.
She was, but she’d never admit her loneliness to the men. That was her cross to bear, and she’d do it privately. She missed having someone she could let go to completely and not just on the weekends.
One weekend she drove to the club on a Friday. A friend of hers from college was coming into town for a visit on Saturday afternoon, so she couldn’t spend the weekend with the men. She felt a little nervous because Ray had told her he had a surprise for her.
When she arrived, she found the men already there, and talking with a third. She’d never met him before. Taller than Ray and Oot, a large, beefy man, but not one she’d call fat. His green eyes studied her from a face that looked like it smiled a lot. His brown hair was graying, but not thinning.
Ray made the introductions. “Sarah, this is Mike. I’ve told you about him. We finally managed to get him here on a weekend he didn’t have to go out of town for business. Mike, this is Sarah.”
“Sarah, nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off his.
She shook with him. “You can call me kitten.”
She’d taken every opportunity to let Teufel suspend her. After she’d started playing regularly with Ray and Oot, the two men would wait until
she was suspended and then start doing all sorts of deliciously evil things to her, including orgasm play.
It had become one of her favorite things.
“If you’d like,” Ray said, “Mike said he’d be happy to suspend you.” He grinned. “I told him you are a real rope slut.”
Predictably, her pussy contracted as her clit throbbed. “Yeah, that’s accurate.”
As Mike talked to her and evaluated her before starting a chest harness, he joked with her and had her fully at ease.
When his hand brushed against her nipple, she thrust her chest out. “Come on,” she joked. “You can cop a better feel than that.”
He smiled and cupped her breast with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and turning it into a stiff peak. “You mean like that?”
She mewed. “Yeah.”
He leaned in closer. “How much permission do I have to play with you, kitten?”
She felt the sharp sting of a full-handed slap against her ass. “Only as much as I say, kitten,” Ray said. “And no more.”
Mike laughed as his hand disappeared. “Ah, no problem. Sorry about that.”
She swallowed hard as Ray’s steady gaze met hers. She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Ray said. Then to Mike, he said, “No problem. I should have clarified that earlier. My fault.”
By the time they got her suspended, she was ready to burst with need. Ray and Oot had worked her into a frenzy. It didn’t help that two of the ropes Mike had tied in the hip harness he’d also used ran between her legs, along her swollen clit.
As Ray and Oot went to work using the Hitachi vibrator on her, Mike stood at her head, bracing her.
“Look at me, kitten,” Ray ordered.
She stared into his eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Ray’s and Oot’s hands working on her had her so deep in subspace she
never wanted to come up for air. Her back arched in the ropes, and Oot
forced her to keep her legs apart as Ray relentlessly pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her. The whole time, her eyes remained locked on Ray’s face. When she finally had to safeword, Mike wrapped his arms around her,
enfolding her in his huge embrace as he undid the ropes and carefully lowered her to the floor. Oot handed Ray the lightweight fleece throw they used for aftercare. He wrapped her in it and took her from Mike. She clung to Ray, not wanting to let go of him.
It took her a while to get her mind back under control. She looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
He smiled and brushed the hair away from her face. “You’re welcome, kitten. It was my pleasure.”
There was something different in Ray’s expression tonight. “No way you can come home with us tonight, huh?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I have my friend coming in to visit.”
When the evening was over and she got dressed, Ray insisted on walking her out to her car, alone, which was odd. At the car door he pulled her to him. “How about Sunday night. Can you come over?”
“Yes, Sir.” His voice sounded odd. “But all three of us have to work on Monday.”
He kissed her, fisting his hand in her hair and holding tight, melting her. “How about,” he said in her ear, “you plan on spending the whole week with us. To see how you like it.”
Her heart nearly skipped a beat. “What?”
“I talked to Oot already. We want you to move in.” She couldn’t form words. She nodded.