Page 38 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

My hand stills on her shoulder, and I smile against her temple. "No, not like you're thinking. I'm straight." I don't add speculation about Noah, that's his story to share. "We're just… together. We fit well. When I met you, I wanted you to myself. Not because I didn't need them anymore, but because I wanted to be enough. But I realized, especially after the last few months, it's not about being selfish with you. I like being with them. I missed them. They're… idiots," I laugh, and she giggles against me.

"I mean, they're smart as fuck. Talented, creative. Many things I'm not. But they help keep me grounded. Aside from you, Noah's the only one who's ever been able to pull me away from work or make me take vacation days, rare as they are. My point is… since I met you, you felt like the fourth. Like a missing piece. I fucking love you, Lucy, and I want to be with you. I don't know if you'll learn to love them too. Even just as friends. All I know is, I want you in my life. We're used to poly relationships. It makes sense for us, but maybe it doesn't make sense for you and me. I don't know what the right answer is, but I want to know if you're open to trying it."

She's quiet for a few minutes, but she feels soft and relaxed in my arms. The water's getting cold, the exposed skin above the fading bubbles cold to the touch. Neither of us attempts to get out, though.

"And Atrium?"

"What about it?"

"You were there…"

"I meant what I said. We used to go there all the time. They still do. Or did. It's not just about sex, Lu. It's a place I've always felt like I wasn't judged. Where people didn't speculate or assume my sexual orientation because I spent so much time with two men. Where I could meet someone and it wouldn't be strange to have a conversation about the blunt specifics of our varied sexual interests."

"Like what…?" Lucy asks, unable to hide the hitch in her breath. My cock stirs in the water, suddenly very aware of every curve and touch of her nakedness against mine.

Lucy and I had an active sex life. When I was around, anyway. And it was great. But I know I was holding back. I didn't mean to, it wasn't intentional, and it wasn't because I didn't think she'd want it or couldn't handle it. I was just worried about showing her too much of myself.

But all that's changed. I've shared more with her, bared more of myself to her than ever before, and she's still here. Not just waiting, butwanting.

"Like…" My hand slips from her shoulder, trailing across her collarbone. Her breath hitches, chest expanding with a deep inhale when I slide my fingers down, cupping her breast. She moans, leaning into me, the haunting music in the room dancing through the empty air, filling every moment between her gasping inhales.

. "What we did at the club, for one. It's not just about sharing you,mi corazón. It's about watching your pleasure. Your facial expressions, your body pulling in tight when you're about to snap."

I pull her further onto my lap so her back is against my chest. One hand slips lower, down her firm stomach, to the apex of her thighs. My other hand lifts from her breast. As I pass her heart, I feel the beat, a staccato rhythm quick and light, anticipating. Myhand teases up her chest, and I gently wrap my fingers around her throat.

"I want to hold you down because I can't get enough of you. Because you drive me insane, and I want everything from you…" My fingers clutch her throat tighter, while my other hand gently strokes between her legs. Despite the cooling bathwater, her pussy feels warm and slick between my fingers. I don't press or tease, though. It's a claim, a declaration, and my fingers curl inside her, palm pressing against her clit, while I firmly hold her in place, gripping her tightly.

"I don't want to control you in life, Lucy. I love how fucking vibrant and sweet and energetic you are. But sometimes, in the bedroom, I want to make you obey. I want to hold you down and force you to settle. Watching you fall apart, that look of euphoria after you come, the way your body relaxes, eyes get all hazy… I love knowing I can do that to you, that I can take you there."

"That's what I want. It's what I think about," she whispers urgently. "I stop thinking when you take control. Sometimes, when it hurts… just for a second, all I think about is thefeeling. Nothing else."

"Have you ever explored being held down? Has anyone ever tied you up or… chased you?"

She lets out a sharp laugh. "No. Definitely not. I've always wanted it a little harder or rougher. But it's never been enough. Sometimes when you do that," her fingers wrap around the ones I hold to her throat, "it's like I'm touching the edge of a void. I can't explain it, but I know I want more."

I hum in acknowledgement, my mind suddenly whirling with the possibilities. My cock juts firmly against her ass between her legs. Before I give in and take her right here and now, I ask, "Would you be open to experimenting?"

Chapter 15

Mateo

I appreciate she doesn't immediately give in to the sexual tension smoldering between us, and thinks about my question before answering. She reaches forward and tugs the drain stopper, the water splashing and swirling as it drains.

Lucy comes to a stand in the tub, the water sluicing over her curves, dripping down her golden thighs. Without giving me time to take her in, she steps out and grabs towels, handing one to me. I follow, still wet and dripping, trailing after her like a needy puppy while she walks confidently into the bedroom. My cock bobs between my legs, depraved and desperate. I've missed Lucy in all the ways, but I haven't fucked her in way too long and I'm lightheaded with the need of it.

Lucy drops her towel with a flourish and turns to face me. Her cheeks flush crimson and she gently bites her bottom lip, unable to hide her nervousness, but trying to seem brave all the same.

She didn't answer my question in the bathroom. She's still shy, but clearly interested in experimenting. That's okay, we'll start slow.

I'm not much of a primal dom, but the idea of chasing Lucy through the woods, shoving her into the ground and forcing her body into compliance is becoming my new favorite fantasy.

I shake my head to clear the image away. She's not ready for that. She doesn't even know what that is, she's barely confessed to wanting to try bondage.

Out of the office, away from the numbers and the chaos and the responsibility, being with her like this leaves me with nothing but raw need. Basic, primal, eager. Like her, it gives me space to turn the outside world off and focus on the here and now.

Stalking my beautiful, innocent Lucy, eyes glittering with delight, despite her stiff, nervous posture, I move closer. A deviant smile paints my lips.

Gripping her hip, I ask, "Ever had a safe word before?"

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