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So, when he tugs my arms behind my back and begins wrapping what feels like a leather strap around my wrists, I don’t say a word. He’s tying me up, but he’s not doing it to abuse me. He’s doing it to “love on” me, as he put it in his sexy, southern way.
He’s going to take charge, and I’m going to let him. We’re all going to let him, and we’ll all benefit from it. Tonight, the seven of us will bond together and strengthen our connection, and next time we come together like this, there won’t be seven of us. There will be eight. And instead of me at the center of our loving, it will be Jud.
Shep
“I hope you don’t mind,gentlemen,” Rev says. “But I have a second sermon for you to sit through.” He’s holding Cora in front of him with the pool table and the huge A-frame window at his back. He has bound her hands behind her back, and judging by the flush in her cheeks, she is not dismayed by this development.
In fact, she appears more confident and beautiful than ever, with her brunette locks spilling over her shoulders. She is so small compared to Rev’s tall frame. Where his features are chiseled, hers are soft. Where his eyes are wild, as usual, hers are hooded beneath winged brows, and their deep blue color is dark with desire.
“I haven’t planned this sermon,” Rev says casually, as if he is not presenting to us a woman who is tied up for our pleasure (and hers) but rather preaching to us. “I guess you could say it’s impromptu,” he goes on, but I’m struggling to focus on his words. What his hands are doing is much more interesting. Button by button, he’s unfastening Cora’s shirt.
My eyes search the thin shadow revealed between overlapping edges of plaid fabric. If my Gift included telekinesis, like Brawn’s, we’d be glimpsing perfect, round, lace-covered breasts by now.
“You men have been working hard,” Rev says. “Each one of you has been pushing your Gifts and training for our mission, and each one of you has made me damn proud.” He takes a moment to meet the eyes of every one of us. When he gets to me, I feel his appreciation like a warm hand on my shoulder.
But I’m still transfixed by the mission his nimble fingers are carrying out. The last button is popped, and Rev’s hand slides inside like a thief slipping in to rob a bank. There’s nothing to see except the lump of his hand moving beneath fabric and the sweet way Cora bites her lip and closes her eyes when that lump covers one perfect breast.
I lick my lips, wanting more, and I shift in my seat, leather protesting beneath me. The promise of what’s to come has my dick thick and hard in my jeans.
I have to say, this is an unexpected treat. I didn’t expect Cora to choose me tonight. My courtship of her is taking a more relaxed, meandering path compared to some of the others. I do not mind. I have never been one to give my heart quickly, and I have no expectation that Cora must love all seven of us with the same intensity, simply because we are a team.
She has bonded quickly with Grim, Jud, and Rev. And now, Doc, I suspect, after the sounds I overheard from her room last night. As for me, I am content to wait for her heart. And her body. I accept that it could be a while before I get to spend time with her again. But Rev is making sure we all get to enjoy her tonight. Together. Like we did a few nights ago, back home.
Oh, yes. I would like another evening like that. And not just for the pleasure. For the joint affection. For the bonding. We need this before we go into battle. I didn’t realize it until now, but it’s true.
Rev knew it. He reads us well. He is a good leader in Jud’s absence.
Already, I am thankful for however I am allowed to participate. For my part, I will ensure her pleasure with every ounce of my being. And once we have Jud back, I will redouble my efforts to woo her. I have been too focused on contributing to our survival. Cooking with Stealth has helped me see that. I let gardening and food prep consume me, because those things make me feel useful. They give value to my life and they ensure I will never again attempt what I once attempted. Taking care of others brings me much satisfaction. But there is a downside. I work so hard, and I take on so much that I have little time left for appreciating the finer things in life. The finest of those things is leaning back on Rev, pressing her breasts into his grasp behind the curtain of her shirt.
“Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” Stealth asked me earlier this morning, while we rolled out dough for southern biscuits and gravy. “To have that sweet thing around all the time, loving all of you?” He shook his head. “Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be so lucky.”
Meeting the soldiers made me realize I’ve been taking my good luck for granted. When we return home, I will ask for help so I am not quite as busy. I will ensure I give Cora the attention she deserves. I will spend more time enjoying life. It’s time to stop paying penance for trying to end my life. Time to embrace some goodness.
“Tomorrow,” Rev goes on, “we go into battle.” He still has a firm grip on Cora’s breast with one hand. With his other, he begins a slow descent across her stomach toward the waistband of her jeans. “Tomorrow is the time for war.” He reaches the band and pops the button. “But tonight, gentlemen.” Fingertips leading the way, his hand pushes downward, disappearing into denim. As he fills the front of her jeans with his hand, the zipper parts, opening tooth by brass tooth. “Tonight is for love.”
A gasp from Cora tells me—tells all of us—that Rev is cupping her. He has to bend to do so because of their height difference.
“Tonight, we surround our woman. Our Heart. We prove our worth by pushing her pleasure to heights she’s never even dreamed about.”
Cora releases a sharp moan, and her hips jerk. Rev must have zeroed in on her private button.
He releases her breast, making sure her shirt parts to reveal her lacy bra. With his now free hand, he cups her face and seals his mouth over hers. The angle has her neck arching and her breasts thrusting forward.
Oh, how I want to take those mounds in my mouth and ravish them! What delicacies her nipples are! I know from experience, and I greatly desire to expand upon that experience.
Rev breaks the kiss. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” he asks us. “Fucking hot as blazes?”
Murmurs of agreement fill the intimate space we’ve carved out in this large room. I reach down to adjust myself, as my dick is jammed uncomfortably down my pantleg.
“Bet each one of you wishes it was your fingers grazing her hot little clitty.”
I groan. The others do, too. Rev says such dirty things!
“How badly do you each want to sink inside her? Fuck her with no barriers. Fill her up and breed her? I bet you’re all hard as fucking iron thinking about getting inside this pussy. And I’m the lucky bastard getting to pet it right now.”
My dick throbs with eagerness.
Rev grins, and Cora releases a shaky sigh. Her lips are parted, and her pupils are saucers.
