Laurell Hamilton - Affliction

Nathaniel rose up from my breast. I tried to focus on him but couldn’t make my eyes work quite right. They kept fluttering back into my head. Nicky gave a low chuckle. ‘I think she liked that.’

I felt Nathaniel move up higher on the other side of me so he could look down into my face, too. I could almost focus on him as he grinned down at me. ‘I think you’re right,’ he said, and he laughed, too.

I heard my text tone go off. I tried to say, Don’t answer it , but couldn’t remember how to form out loud words. It was like the afterglow to an orgasm.

Nathaniel reached for my phone from the bedside table. ‘Food will take at least forty-five minutes; apparently there’s a banquet.’

‘More time, awesome,’ Nicky said; his voice was a deeper bass with an edge of growl to it. Not werelion growl, but just that deep, dominant rumble that some men get when the sex is rough, or just like they want it.

Nathaniel bent over my breast and licked, very delicately, along the bite marks he’d left. It was an exquisite pain, almost pleasure and almost not, as if my body couldn’t decide which it would be.

I whispered, ‘Oh, my God.’

‘If we had a gag, I’d use it.’

‘Anita doesn’t like gags,’ Nathaniel said, and sounded a little sad.

I managed to say, ‘Would try it.’

Nathaniel came back up where I could see his face. I was able to focus on him now, though the look on his face was one I hadn’t seen before. ‘If you offered because you didn’t think we had any, you should know that I packed more than just the collar and leash.’

It took me a minute to realize what he meant. ‘You packed one.’

‘I packed two,’ he said.

‘Even though you knew we probably wouldn’t get to use them,’ I said.

‘High stress makes me want more bondage; even having some toys with me makes me feel better, and I figured this would be a high-stress trip.’

They were both propped up on one elbow looking down at me. ‘Will you wear a gag for us?’

Looking up at them, I had a moment of doubt. I didn’t believe they’d hurt me for real – if I did, I wouldn’t have sex with them – but it was the pretend, the almost threat, that made some kinds of bondage work. Either you were titillated by the idea, or it couldn’t be explained to you. I was titillated, and a little nervous. Nathaniel was right, I didn’t like gags; they were uncomfortable and I didn’t find it an attractive look. I had tried one on once, but I’d just put it in without any bondage happening, and without some other fun and games, I did not like them, but Nathaniel loved having one during certain kinds of bondage. I thought it was a ruin of a good and useful mouth, but it had seemed like a better idea with the edge of teeth and hands.

‘It seemed like a better idea with your hand around my throat and Nathaniel’s mouth on my breast.’

‘We can do that,’ Nicky said.

‘Totally,’ Nathaniel said.

So we did.

Nathaniel requested an addition. He wanted my hands tied. I said, ‘But with my hands tied and the gag it takes away my no , my safeword.’

‘That would be the idea,’ he said.

I debated, but it was something that Nathaniel had wanted for a long time, and with Nicky to partner him it seemed like a better idea. I totally and completely wouldn’t have done it if it had been Nathaniel and Asher. He was a true sadist and a serious power tripper; I would never willingly put myself in a position with Asher to not be able to say stop . But Nicky, I trusted him more, so …

I sat on the bed between them, Nicky’s hand squeezing the breath from my throat, controlling me with all that strength, while Nathaniel fitted the gag, forcing my mouth wide and wider like Nicky’s kiss had done, so that the gag was like a continuation of the kiss. By the time Nathaniel had the gag fitted and tied behind my head, my body needed to breathe again and I was fighting the panic. I tapped out. Nicky released, and I found out that I could breathe both around the ball gag and through my nose.

Nathaniel came back around where he could see my face. ‘Is it okay?’

I nodded.

He smiled and kissed my forehead. Then he picked up one of the straps that he and Nicky had threaded under the mattress earlier. It had a black nylon cuff on it that closed with Velcro on the end of it. The moment I’d seen the Velcro cuffs I’d known he brought them for me, not for him, because I liked the Velcro. I could, if I had to, get out of them, but up to that point they were secure and gave the illusion of me being trapped, but it was an illusion. Nathaniel liked leather cuffs, or handcuffs, because he liked more than just the illusion of being trapped.

To my questioning look he’d said, ‘You like to be tied up when you’re under stress, too.’

To that I hadn’t known what to say, so I wisely let it go.

I lay down on the bed with Nathaniel on one side and Nicky on the other. Nathaniel fastened the first cuff securely around my wrist. My wrists were tiny enough that we actually had trouble finding handcuffs that fit me, but the Velcro went down nice and snug. My arms were out to the side, not directly overhead. I’d discovered that my shoulders didn’t like being tied overhead for long, at all.

Nicky fastened the second cuff in place, though he had to take it down in size twice. He’d never tied me up before.

Nathaniel moved so he could look deeply into my eyes and said, ‘Comfortable?’

I pulled on the cuffs, because I liked to struggle and often the fighting against the ropes, or whatever, was what caused real scrapes and bruising. I nodded.

He smiled, and it was a good, warm, happy smile.

Nicky was already settling down on the other side of me. Nathaniel mirrored him. My breasts already had red circles of Nathaniel’s teeth in them, but as the two men grinned at each other and both moved their mouths down to my breasts, I was betting I was about to get fresh marks.

They started by sucking my nipples hard enough that I writhed and made small, happy protesting noises through the gag. Then they both wrapped their hand around the softness of my breasts, mounding them up so they could a better mouthful, and then as if they’d practiced it they put as much of my breast into their mouths as they could and bit down. I screamed through the gag, because it wasn’t the gradual buildup that Nathaniel had done, but a zero to all-out. If I could have safe-worded, I would have, but then Nicky growled with my breast still deep in his mouth so that the sound vibrated around my breast. I looked down to find that his eyes had slid to lion amber, and there was that thrill of fear in me. I trusted him implicitly, but … but … that was the game.

Nathaniel more purred than growled, but the sound vibrated against my breast as well. His eyes were still lavender and human, but the look in them was not my submissive boy. A mix of personalities in the dungeon can change things, and I realized that something about Nicky brought out a more dominant side of Nathaniel.

They growled with my breasts in their mouths, teeth eased a bit, and then they both bit down so hard and sudden that I screamed, and even through the gag it held pain.

They both stopped and drew back. Nicky traced the edge of his bite marks where they went below the earlier ones that Nathaniel had made. ‘I got a little blood on this side. Mmmm …’ It wasn’t much blood, just tiny red droplets filling in the indentations of his teeth, but he leaned over and licked the wound, and even that hurt.

I made protesting noises.

‘No fair,’ Nathaniel said. ‘I didn’t get to taste any blood. I was good.’

‘I’ll share, or you can make your own.’