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"Chris," she whispered. He traced her parted lips, and she nipped and licked at his, little crazed movements. She thought she might come the moment he pushed into her. Hell, if he simply ordered her to do it, she might come right now. As if sensing how spun up she was, his touch gentled, slowing them down. Her throbbing body needed him, but her soul drank in the words he spoke just as greedily.
"I want it to always be like this between us. I always want you to speak to me straight from the heart. I've wanted that for so long."
"Chris . . . oh God. Please . . ."
Curling his fingers in the hammock at her hips, he lifted her and positioned himself between her spread legs. Slowly, slowly, he eased into her opening. She spoke his name again, a plea, as he worked himself all the way inside. Her hands fluttered and clenched, her body helpless and spasming from all the desire spiraling through her.
Yet there was one thing that didn't fit. "Chris . . . can you take the other out? It's like you said . . . I want it to be real."
The emotions he'd stirred inside her told her it was the right decision. As sexy as her initial thoughts had been about the plug, it had no place here. Not right now. The only way this could be any better was if Geoff was here, too, but if he wasn't, the force of emotion between her and Chris was the only acknowledgment of their third partner needed or wanted.
He understood. He dropped his hand to grip the base of the plug and remove it. Her muscles relaxed, but her rim was stimulated by the slow removal, such that when he dropped the toy and started thrusting into her in an easy, torturous rhythm, she let out a surprised groan at the sensations that rocketed through her. His jaw tight, Chris measured her every response as he moved in and back, slow and deep. He had his arms threaded through the ropes and was lifting and lowering her as well, adding to the sensation as he controlled all of the movement. "Do you like this?" he murmured.
"Yes." Her gaze clung to his face, the tight muscles that told her he was close as well. "I never want it to end."
"Good. Let's draw it out, then."
She bit back a half laugh and a desperate protest that bordered on a shriek as he withdrew from her, but he dropped to a knee and framed her breasts in his hands, pressing the rope around them as he took one nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. She shrieked in earnest now, writhing as much as her bonds allowed. Her head dropped back on her shoulders and she was lost in a swirl of shadows, heat and candlelight, the twig-shaped butterflies and birds flitting across her vision.
He took his time, moving from one to the other, until her mind was breaking up like radio static, only fragments of words getting through. Never. Need. Love. Help. God. The restraints added to it in a way she couldn't explain. The more helpless she was to what he was doing to her, the more she felt like she was flying, all while still holding on to him with every shred of her heart.
Coming back to his feet, he reached though the ropes to grip her hair, the back of her neck, holding her head in that tipped-back position. When he shoved back into her with force, anything else she could hope to hold on to, beyond him, was lost. He covered her mouth with his, kissed her with all-consuming purpose. His cock created erotic friction, inside and out, and everything started to spiral up, fast. She could barely get the words out. "Chris, I'm so close . . ."
He wrapped his other arm around her waist, using the force of his hips and the band of his arm to maintain the momentum and power of his thrusts. Her mind shattered, carried away by the birds and butterflies. Her lips drew back in a near snarl. "Oh God . . . please . . . Chris . . ."
"Come, Sam. Come now, for us."
She had no choice. The position, the psychological impact of the rope, the friction of Chris's cock inside her, shot her off the edge, into the type of climax that was a searing knife edge, far into a realm where she'd never stop wanting or needing them to take her like this, in a dozen different ways. She screamed like a banshee, but Chris covered her mouth with his, probably saving them from a 911 call by the neighbors. She might need an emergency call, though, because the climax felt like it was pulling her apart, tearing everything loose and leaving her in a web of ropes that she never wanted to leave, even as she longed to wrap herself around him and never let go.
He came then as well, grunting hard, his brow pressed against her temple, the hammock jerking with the impact of their bodies. He held her tight through his release, and she felt so full of everything that made sense, everything that she could want.
"Chris . . . Chris . . ." She was panting his name.
"I'm here. It's all right, baby. I'm here." As he held her close, she thought his legs were shaking, but she knew he wouldn't leave her without his warmth and strength. His hand slid around to her rim and teased her there, two fingers sliding in slowly, her tissues contracting over them. The aftershock, as strong as a miniclimax, had her bound arms straining as she tried to hold onto something, a plaintive cry tearing from her throat.
"You know he'd want to have the last word," Chris said, making her choke on a laugh even through the tide of feeling.
"Oh God . . . Chris."
He pressed even closer. Her fingers could touch his thighs. "I'm here. Let's get you out of this."
He unhooked the end of the hammock and shepherded her carefully out of the ropes, shifting and supporting her body to take her down to his mattress on the floor. He joined her there, wrapping himself around her and pulling a blanket around them both. It was only when they were in that position she realized why he was suddenly being so protective. More than usual, that is.
As the climax had ebbed away, she'd begun to shake again, so hard that her teeth were actually chattering. He held her, rubbed her over the blanket, kissed her brow, her mouth, put his bare leg over her hip, surrounding her. "It's all right. Geoff said this kind of thing happens. You're fine. Just nod if you agree with me."
The concern in his voice recalled her enough she managed a quick nod. Subspace. This was like subspace. She'd felt the promising hints of it with Geoff, but the deeper the three of them moved into this, she suspected the more likely it was to happen. Flo had said some subs never really got there because it was a combination of triggers, and had a lot to do with the relationship between Dom and sub, how deep it was, how much the Dom understood about the sub. Sam didn't think anyone in the world had ever understood her the way these two did.
"Okay. Just relax. Easy there." He kept rocking her until she evened out, came back to reality. When she at last nuzzled his throat with her lips, he let out a relieved sigh. He had been worried. She loved him for that, as well as a million other things.
"You've never called me baby before today." Her voice was raspy.
"Yeah. I get mus
hy after sex. It's like the I love you, man beer buzz." He smiled against her brow.
"That was . . . amazing. In every way."
"Mmm. Same goes." His hand slid down her spine, fingers tracing the valley to the seam of her buttocks, playing there. "I think I'm warming up to the idea of spanking you, Sam."
