Authors: Caitlyn Willows
Cataphilia (3 page)
"I don't like being disobeyed, Lydia.” He danced the leather strap over her backside. Eyes closed, she wriggled into the touch, the feel of the leather warming her for...
"Oh!” She groaned as the first stroke hit. Another followed quickly, then another, too fast to catch her breath. Her body pulsed as the heat spread. She squirmed to find some part of Brent to writhe against, but he had her too tight.
He set her on her feet after ten strokes. She teetered against the rush and found Mark's arm around her, his other hand shoving up her skirt. He dived his fingers into her panties and fingered her slick clit to a body-quaking orgasm that left her slack in his arms. He caught her before she could fall.
Lydia expected to be draped in mink. Instead, Mark set her between the pillars and stripped her down to skin. The urge to cover herself overwhelmed her. Mark peeled her arms from around her midriff. Brent snapped leather cuffs around her wrists and pulled them to straps attached to eyehooks in the limestone. Mark did the same to her ankles, then raked her long brown hair atop her head and secured it with a clip.
Fear again chased away the sweet lassitude orgasm had given her. She was trapped beneath the earth, spread-eagle and defenseless. Her heart raced. Blood roared in her ears. Nerves ignited her skin.
The snap of the three-tailed whip jerked her attention to the men. They stood naked and erect before her—Mark flicking the whip; Brent doubling the strap over. They stalked around her, finding their targets, making her wait, pulling all her focus on the moment and little else. Her heart still pounded, but it was with a different anticipation now.
There was a
whoosh
to her side, then the thud of the falls over her back, followed by the strap against her bare ass. Her nipples hardened. Cream flooded her thighs. And she was rewarded with more—over her ass, across her breasts.
They paced around her, each lashing out in succession, in perfect sync, like this was something they did every day. The thought hurt, and she had to know.
"Do you ... do you do this with others?"
One stride brought Mark before her. He braced her neck, rasped his chest over her aching nipples, and thrust his cock into her belly. “Never,” he said, his voice husky. “Only you, love. Only you.” He kissed her then, tongue flashing and diving into her mouth, and she damned the bindings that kept her from clutching him to her.
And just like that she was free, slumped into Mark's grasp. They fell onto the mink blanket, him protecting her from the fall, and he stabbed his erection up into her. Lydia cried out and sealed a hard kiss over his mouth. Brent's strap yanked her head back up. Another sent her writhing on Mark's cock.
"Stop.” Mark dug his fingernails into her backside. “You'll make me come."
Somehow Lydia managed to smile. “Isn't that the point?"
"Not without me.” Brent growled from behind.
Cold lube touched her anus. Mark spread her buttocks apart, giving Brent the perfect target. Lydia held her breath. Jerked at the snap of the condom. Quivered when Brent knelt behind her. Whimpered at the first touch of his cock head to her hole. But it was Mark's hands that soothed her fears, his words that told her it would be all right. She was safe and secure and always had been. Only now she knew it.
She rested her cheek on his chest, loving the rapid heartbeat beneath her ear, the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. Security. Love. And...
"Ohhhh.” They groaned as one when Brent pushed through the tight barrier. He eased in slowly, and Lydia took great pleasure in knowing her men were as close to the edge as she was. Yes, her men. Because for all that she loved Mark, she knew Brent would always be a part of their future.
She licked Mark's nipple and wiggled her ass into Brent. The men grunted and pushed into her.
Now this is power.
Two thrusts set the rhythm, a sweet glide in and out. In ... and out. Mark wedged his hand to her clit, giving Lydia something else to ride. It was too much. She tightened her muscles around them, demanding they come with her, feel the fire ready to explode inside her. Time stopped and then rushed in with the force of their orgasms. The sounds echoed off the walls, threatening to entomb them all. Lydia didn't give a damn. This was sweet. This was life. This was love.
They collapsed in a heap, then quickly eased their weight from one another. Bodies engulfed hers in warmth. Lydia drifted on the cloud of after-bliss, ready to let sleep claim her for a little while.
"Didn't I promise you an adventure?” Mark nuzzled his face against her neck.
"You did.” She tucked into him, then wrapped her arm around Brent and pulled him closer, too. “One I'll never forget."
"One to warm you on cold nights?” Brent scuffed his hand over her hip.
"Oh"—Lydia smiled and cuddled between them—"I'm going to leave that up to the two of you."
"Ready to do a little more
exploring?
” Mark thumbed her nipple to hardness.
She sighed, grinding breasts into Mark's hands and her ass against Brent's groin. “With you by my side, I think I could become a full-fledged cataphile."
Mark chuckled and peeled his skin away from hers. “Good to know, but not exactly what I meant.” He slid the whip's handle between her breasts. “Ready to return the pleasure?"
"Yes.” She hissed, wrapping her fingers around the grip.
Oh yes.
Brent ground his pelvis against her butt. “I can hardly wait."
Neither could Lydia.
Erotic romance author Caitlyn Willows weaves deep emotions and sizzling sensuality into her action-filled stories. Believing life is to be lived and felt, not merely watched, Willows delivers real-to-life characters in unforgettable tales of love, adventure, and always steamy passion.
Caitlyn Willows's email address is [email protected].
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