EntangledTrio, page 10
Now David laughed. “Okay, I get it. We really aren’t that different.”
Colette smiled. “Definitely not.”
They lingered over their meal for another hour or so, talking and emptying a bottle of fine Pinot noir. Not long after the clock struck nine, they rose and drifted down the hallway to the bedroom. Colette pushed David down on the bed and began kissing and undressing him, her lips and fingers burning to touch every exposed millimeter of his smooth, gorgeous skin. But when he tried to do the same for her, she shook her head, pinning his arms at his sides.
“What was it you said about wanting to belong to me?” she reminded him. “Well, tonight you’re my toy, and I get to play with you any way I want. Which means I touch you, not the other way around.”
“Whatever you want. Ma’am,” he added hastily, his eyes darting around the room. “Where’d Aleks go?”
Colette followed David’s gaze to a chair a few feet away where Aleks sat, looking quite relaxed and comfortable as he sipped the glass of wine he’d brought with him. “Oh, don’t mind me,” Aleks said. “You two look so beautiful together, I thought I’d sit and enjoy the view.”
Which meant David was truly hers—at least for a while. “Good,” she murmured, giving him a firm slap on the ass. It coaxed a cute little startled yip out of him. “Just wanted to make sure you’re awake. Up on your hands and knees, please.”
“Yes Ma’am.” He scrambled to obey while she got up to get some supplies from the bedside table, then grabbed a riding crop from the umbrella stand in the walk-in closet. It was one of her favorite toys, with a star-shaped slapper on the end that left lovely raised marks. They’d look so pretty on David’s creamy skin.
She dragged her nails over his ass first, leaving thin pink welts. Then she smacked him a few times with her bare hands, just to get the blood pumping for both of them. He was grunting and groaning in earnest by the time she graduated to whacking him with the crop, his buttocks soon decorated with a bright pink constellation. Every muscle in his arms, legs and back had gone rigid with the effort of holding himself still.
And one particular muscle between his legs too. Now sweaty from her own efforts, she threw down the crop, quickly stripped off her clothes and climbed up on the bed behind him, draping herself over his back. He let out a whimper when her stiff nipples grazed his skin. It made her smile. “If I had a strap-on, you’d be in big trouble right now.” Another whimper, which swiftly swelled into a full-throated moan when she reached around to grab his erect cock, giving it a couple of hard tugs.
“M-Ma’am…please…”
“Be still. You belong to me, remember? Which means your orgasm also belongs to me. You come when I say you can come. Understood?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good. On your back now.”
She waited for him to get comfortable, then scooped up the tube of lubricant she’d taken from the bedside table and squirted a generous dollop into her right hand. An evil, self-satisfied grin spread across her face as she knelt on the edge of the bed and plunged two slicked fingers up his ass.
He cried out and went stiff again, tightening up on her hand. “Shhh,” she crooned, stroking his trembling thigh. “Relax. Breathe. Let the sensations move through you. Acknowledge them. Accept them.”
Closing his eyes, he sucked in several long, shuddering breaths. Then he looked up at her, nodding. “O-Okay. I’m okay.”
She began moving slowly, with a gentle rocking motion that soon had him moaning again, albeit this time more with pleasure than pain. If nothing else, his cock certainly appeared to like what she was doing. It stood straight up, bright pink and proud, bouncing against his belly. David kept staring at it, licking his lips, obviously longing to bring this delicious agony to an end.
By the time she’d added a third finger, he’d completely given himself over to it, meeting her thrust for thrust, groaning in disappointment when she had to pull out to coat her hand with more lube. Back in with a fourth finger, and then she tucked in her thumb, rolled her knuckles slowly and pushed. Her hand slid inside him all the way to the wrist.
“If you’d like to come now, sweet boy,” she whispered, “go ahead.”
He’d started to spurt before he finished wrapping his fingers around his cock, spraying so hard he hit himself in the chin and shoulder. She left her hand where it was until his spasms stopped, then gently extricated herself and padded into the bathroom to rinse herself off and wet down a towel.
David’s final pangs of ecstasy had left him shivering, so she climbed up on the bed and tucked the fluffy down comforter around him, kissing him and rubbing his arms and shoulders until the shaking stopped. Then, slowly and with infinite tenderness, she wiped the sweat from his face and wrapped her arms around him, cradling him close.
“You did well,” she said. “I’m very proud of you.” But when he started to kiss her breasts, she shook her head. “No need. Your submission’s given me all the satisfaction I require tonight.”
His bleary, lust-addled gaze was rather adorable, though he seemed to be having a hard time wrapping his mind around what she’d just told him. “Y-You mean, you don’t want me to—”
“I don’t need to come every single time. In fact, postponing it will help make our next encounter that much sweeter.”
“I agree,” Aleks said, rolling onto the mattress beside them. Somewhere along the way from his chair to here he’d managed to lose his clothes, except for tight white briefs that showed the prominent outline of his erect cock. With a grin, he leaned in to kiss Colette and David in turn. “Speaking of which, you’d best get your sleep tonight. You may belong to Colette, but Colette belongs to me. Which means next time, that sweet ass of yours is mine.”
Strangely enough, David didn’t look terribly apprehensive. But then who would, bundled up here in a nice warm bed, in the arms of two loving Dominants? Sighing softly, Colette melted against her lover and her husband and slowly floated away, basking in the best of all possible worlds.
Chapter Eight
Aleks had an Orchestre de Paris performance the next evening and didn’t arrive back home until quite late, long after Colette had taken David to bed. To David’s surprise, she’d turned amazingly gentle, pinning his arms above his head while she rode him—just like that night in San Francisco, minus the spanking. One look at the livid purple marks their last encounter had left on him evidently convinced her he’d had enough for a while, though David couldn’t help feeling a tiny bit disappointed.
He held his breath when he heard Aleks come in, anticipation quickening his pulse as he listened to the soft rustles and grunts Aleks made while he stripped off his tux. Then came the inevitable splash and trickle of water running in the shower. Colette slumbered on at David’s side, oblivious to the anxious excitement holding him in its grip.
Aleks’ footsteps slapped the bathroom floor, becoming a muffled thump once he entered the carpeted bedroom. David had expected Aleks to climb in on his side of the bed the way he usually did, but instead he rolled over next to Colette, wrapped his arms around her and immediately began to snore. Black spots danced in front of David’s eyes as the air rushed back into his lungs. God, this waiting was going to kill him! Why couldn’t Aleks just fuck him already? Couldn’t he see he was dying for it?
Moans, groans and strangled sobs coaxed David from sleep the next morning. The sounds came from the bathroom, its door yawning half-open. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, but under the circumstances it was pretty much unavoidable. He closed his eyes and tried to go to a different place in his mind, but his rising cock wouldn’t let him. It was Colette making most of the noise, he realized. She sounded…wild. Desperate. Practically in pain.
Curiosity mixed with concern drew him up and over to the bathroom door, though he hesitated before peeking inside. They hadn’t invited him, after all. He couldn’t make out much through the fogged shower glass, but the unmistakable slap of wet bodies and their ecstatic cries reaching an ear-splitting crescendo told him enough. Then the noise faded away, except for the soft, ragged hitch of labored breathing.
The water shut off. Aleks’ hand snaked outside the shower door, grabbing a towel from the nearby rail. “Here you are, my angel,” rumbled his low, sexy murmur. David trembled at the sound of it. “That was quite delicious. I trust I wasn’t too rough?”
“Oh God, never.” She sniffled a bit, then actually started to giggle. “Thank you, Aleks. What a lovely way to start the day.”
When the door began sliding the rest of the way open, David bolted. He crawled back into bed and yanked the comforter over his head, waiting with a pounding heart for Aleks and Colette to get dressed and head out to the dining room. Then he rolled onto his back to deal with his still-throbbing cock.
A few hard, quick pulls was all it took. At the last moment he remembered Colette hadn’t given him permission to pleasure himself, but by then there was no stopping it. He bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from crying out, rocked by an orgasm that left his ears ringing and his mind awhirl, wondering what the hell he’d just witnessed.
* * * * *
“You’re quiet this morning,” Colette remarked, pouring David his second cup of coffee. “Is something wrong?”
She couldn’t help noticing how he hesitated before replying. “No, I’m fine. Just trying to save my voice for tonight.”
“Oh.” She set down her own cup. “Do you mind a bit of advice?”
He shook his head.
“Pampering the voice is all very well and good, up to a certain point. But we’ve only got so many high notes in us no matter what we do. You know that, don’t you?”
“In that case, shouldn’t we save them for the stage instead of the shower?”
His pointed tone sent a blush climbing up her cheeks. “You heard us in the bathroom this morning.”
“It was a little difficult to ignore.”
“I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Don’t worry about me, I just…well, I hope you’re okay.”
Oh good God. At times she forgot how young he was. Despite all his protestations to the contrary, he really was still quite naïve. “I’m fine, cheri. I’m sitting up. I’m smiling. All in one piece.”
“So I see. But after some of the noises I heard you making, I had to wonder.”
“What, you’ve never indulged in vigorous lovemaking before?”
“Before I met you, you mean? Sure I have. But I’ve never actually made my partner cry.” He stared down into his lap. “Is that what Aleks is going to do to me?”
“Only if you ask very nicely.” His startled expression made her laugh. “Oh please, don’t look so shocked. He’s my husband, after all. He fucks me roughly because I want him to, and because we both derive a great deal of pleasure from it. Of course he won’t be that way with you. Like most men gifted with…generous endowments, he’s learned how to be gentle. Trust me, when the time comes, you’ll enjoy it.”
“What if I don’t want him to?”
Stunned, she stared at him, her heart suddenly trapped in her throat. “What do you mean? Is this your way of saying you regret our arrangement? That you want out?”
“Not necessarily. But I’d like to know if I gave up the right to refuse when I walked through your front door the other night.”
A fair question—and one she should have addressed long before now. “I apologize, cheri. The three of us have been having so much fun together, negotiating limits completely slipped my mind. Of course you have the right to say no. Neither Aleks nor I ever intended to force you into anything.” A deep breath, and then came the hardest part. “If you want to leave, we won’t stop you.”
“I don’t want to leave…”
Oh thank God.
“But I don’t want to get in over my head either.”
She nodded. “All right. Do you remember the safe word I gave you in San Francisco?”
He thought about it for a few seconds. “I think it was ‘mercy’, right?”
“Yes. Feel free to use it whenever you need to, with me or with Aleks. Unless you’d rather pick another word?”
“’Mercy’ is fine.” He reached for her hand. “Look, I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you, but—”
“But you need to feel safe. Of course we understand. And while what Aleks and I do may inflict hurt, we never want to inflict harm. Physically or otherwise.”
“I know.” And with that, he fell to his knees, kissing each of her feet in turn. “Forgive me for doubting you.”
Relief and sheer happiness nearly doubled her over. This sweet, beautiful young man had truly caught her by the heart. She didn’t even want to contemplate how sad she’d be once he was gone. “Look at me.” He obeyed, but she still reached down to grab his chin, forcing his gaze to remain fixed on hers. “Tell me something. Did I cross a line with you last night?”
“Maybe a little one,” he admitted with a soft smile. “To be honest, it never occurred to me that you’d want to do…that. But once you started, it felt really good. Incredible, even.”
“Believe me, when Aleks finally fucks you, you’ll feel the same way. In fact, once it’s over, you’ll wonder why you were so nervous.”
He sucked in a shaky breath. “I just wish he’d do it already. I want it so badly, I can taste it.”
Oh poor, dear boy. The anticipation. The jangled nerves. The unbearable sensation of wanting to burst out of one’s own skin. Colette remembered it well. It was a feeling to be treasured and savored for its own sake, not simply as a prelude to something even more incandescent. But sadly, David was in no frame of mind to entertain that notion right now.
Then a thought popped into her brain. A sly, devious thought she had no intention of sharing with David, though she knew he’d appreciate it later. “Aleks does things in his own time,” she said with a smile. “You’ll just have to be patient.”
* * * * *
The second performance of Carmen went considerably smoother than opening night, at least for David. No longer deathly afraid of missing a cue or bumping into the scenery, he’d finally granted himself permission to let loose, meeting Colette’s sexy byplay with a few bits of his own invention. This time when she sat on his lap in Act One, he wrapped his arms around her and held on. And in Act Two, during the scene where Carmen dances for José, he ramped up the sexual tension by pushing Colette to the stage floor while he kissed her. The audience broke out in spontaneous laughter, clapping and whooping their heads off.
But this time José’s dark presence didn’t return to possess him during the final scene. Instead, David felt in complete control, performing with a power and focus he’d never experienced before. He concentrated on Colette and simply let it all rip, circling her like a tiger hunting its prey, singing his heart out until the final notes and the final curtain. Just like last time, Colette squeezed his hand and gave him a quick kiss right before the curtain flew back up on their final bow.
“You were magnificent. Not that I’m surprised,” she whispered afterward as they headed off to their dressing rooms together. “Hurry up and get dressed. Aleks made us dinner reservations at Trianon.”
His stomach growled at the mere mention of food. He’d had a bowl of soup and an apple before the performance, but damn if he wasn’t ravenous again. “Okay. Give me half an hour.”
He got out of his costume and into the shower, rinsing off quickly. But when he stepped out in his towel, there was Aleks, still dressed in his tux, sitting at the piano waiting for him. “What’s the matter, did Colette kick you out?” David asked with a grin.
Aleks stood, grinning back. “Actually, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh.” Realization dawned. Shit! He wants to do it in here? “Um, did you lock the door this time?”
“What are you talking—”
“If you want to do it here, I guess it’s okay. The couch isn’t too uncomfortable. But I was sort of hoping we could relax in bed at home.”
Now Aleks shot him a sour look. “Don’t be silly. I’m not going to fuck you for the first time on some dressing room couch. What I came here to tell you is that Dieter Horst, Colette’s and my European booking agent, will be joining us for dinner. He’s quite keen on discussing possible representation with you.”
Talk about coming out of left field. “In that case, maybe I should sit this one out. Not that I wouldn’t mind meeting him, but I already have an agent back in New York.” Whom he hadn’t called or emailed since he’d arrived in Paris. Poor Merritt probably thought he’d fallen in the Seine and drowned by now.
“Your choice, of course. But if you’re serious about a career in Europe, Dieter’s your man. He’s got connections in all the major opera houses and concert halls. Colette’s career took off after she signed with him.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Actually, you’ll do more than that. Because you are coming to dinner with us, whether you particularly want to or not.”
“Oh really? Because Colette says so, or because you do?”
“Both.” He smiled again, showing his teeth—only this time, he reminded David more of a wolf than a shark. “In fact, Colette’s loaned you to me for the evening. You’re to consider my orders the same as hers.” That barely had a chance sink in before Aleks pointed toward the bathroom. “In there. I want to give you a little surprise.”
“What, another one? Didn’t you just say—”
“I said I wasn’t going to fuck you on the couch. I didn’t say I wasn’t going to fuck you.” They stepped inside, Aleks’ smile quickly fading. “Colette told me you couldn’t wait, but you don’t look terribly excited about the prospect to me.”
