and wrapped her arms around her bent legs.
“Lean back on your elbows and spread your legs,”
Ethan said, his voice kind, coaxing. She didn’t doubt it was an order, but
realized he was trying to help her feel comfortable. Kai had pretty much
assured them of privacy, and though she worried they wouldn’t hear the whistle
above the roar of the falls, figured he wouldn’t have planned for it if the
whistle couldn’t be heard.
Ethan raised his torso out of the water and onto the
rock, his legs floating behind him as he lowered his face to her crotch and
licked with long, slow, agonizing strokes.
Sam forgot about being self-conscious and groaned as
she raised her hips towards him.
Several orgasms later he pulled her into the water
and sat her on his cock. Sometimes sex didn’t work so well in the water, but
she was wet enough with her own juices it wasn’t a problem. The water churned
around them as he took her hard, and the roar of the falls merged with Sam’s
screams and Ethan’s growls when they finally came together.
Chapter Six
Ethan had given her at least twenty-four hours to
recover between each time he’d taken her in the ass, but Friday night he warned
the following day would be rough.
“I plan to keep you bound for most of the day, and I
intend push against some of your limits.”
“What kind of limits?” Sam asked as her heart rate
picked up tempo, and she marveled at how quickly he could make her want him.
The promise of pleasure mixed with the spice of pain, and the threat of his
taking her farther than before — she trusted him, knew he’d never push
past what she could handle, but she also knew he’d take her right to the edge.
And hold her there.
“None of your hard limits, but I’ll push you farther
than you think you can go, on things we’ve already done.”
Sam tried to get more details, but he only said,
“You’ll find out tomorrow. I’ll begin tonight with a large enema, and won’t require
you to sleep in bondage so you can go to the restroom as needed, but you can
expect to be restrained tomorrow night.”
Sam took a breath and nodded. She’d wanted more,
wanted him to push her, and it looked like she was about to get her wish. She
hoped he intended to claim more than her ass on their honeymoon — she
wanted more firsts, and she wanted him to assert his dominance in new ways, to
remind her she’d given herself to him for life.
“Thank you.”
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Why are you
thanking me?”
“For knowing what I need. I’ll probably dislike a
good part of what you do, but we both need you to assert your ownership of me.
I’m yours forever, and I was hoping…” She trailed off. It was hard to admit she
wanted him to solidify his ownership, to conquer and possess her so there was
no doubt she belonged to him.
He smiled. “For your honesty, I’ll tell you I intend
to push you physically and mentally.”
“Mentally? You mean like psychological stuff?”
“Does the idea turn you on?”
“I scares me a little, which is a turn-on, but
without knowing what you intend to do…” She did another internal inventory.
“Not really.”
“Nice try, but I’m not giving details.” He smiled and
added, “Has anyone ever pointed out the more overwhelmed and exhausted you are,
the more malleable you become, and the deeper you go into subspace?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, a pair of Doms who used to like to
work me over said they had to overwhelm me to get me out of my head.”
He tilted his head. “Did you enjoy being worked over
by two men at once?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t about sex, you know? Just, so
much going on at once I couldn’t think about it, all I could do was live
through it. Experience it.”
“Well, there’s only one of me, but I think maybe I’ll
find a way to make do.”
Sam hesitated, worried she’d hurt his feelings, or
somehow challenged him to outdo them, but he reassured her. “Hey,
Jean-Claude Izzo, Howard Curtis