Page 39 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

A small wrinkle forms between her dark brows, and she shakes her head once.

"Alright. Until you pick your own safe word, let's say red means stop… yellow means slow or move with caution…" Her eyes are glassy and hooded, and I'm not entirely sure she hasn't slipped into scene already. "Nod if you understand, Lucy," I tease, gripping her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

She nods, "I understand. Red means stop. Yellow means slow."

"Good girl."

Pink blooms high on her cheeks beneath her golden freckles, preening at the praise. I glance down at her naked body, admiring her pointed, dusky almond-colored nipples begging to be sucked, the light brown galaxy of freckles dusting her golden skin, complimenting my darker olive complexion perfectly.

Barely touching, I trace the back of my hand down her chest, letting my fingers graze her left nipple. She sucks in a breath and leans closer, so I pull away.

"Mateo," Lucy begs.

I smile and walk away, relieved she didn't officially kick me out, so all my things are still here. Stepping into the walk-incloset, I pull open the drawer which holds my ties, all perfectly arranged, and take three of the darkest ones.

Lucy eyes me curiously as I rip the heavy duvet, her weighted blanket and all her creature comforts off the bed, leaving it in a clean, bare white sheet and pillows.

Crooking my finger, I instruct, "Come here, Lucy." She steps up to the bed, crawling across the massive California-king mattress toward me. The sight of her on her knees nearly breaks me. I stop her when she reaches the middle.

"Lie down on our stomach." She glances at the ties in my hand, a hidden, quiet smile betraying her cautious movements. Lying on her stomach, she turns her head to face me, a trusting look in her eyes, and that's when it hits me.

Early in our relationship, had I asked permission to tie her up and do depraved, wicked things to her body with Noah and Silas watching on, I doubt she'd have been receptive. We still haven't been together that long. And though she may have admitted to being curious, she's still green. It hits me that we might not be here now, she might not be this open and trusting, if we hadn't taken the time to build a genuine relationship first.

Leaning down, my lips crash into hers. I steal her breath, wanting to devour her. My teeth drag over her bottom lip, biting her small chin, before colliding my tongue with hers. When she turns her body to reach for me, I pull away and she whimpers.

Straddling her hips, pushing her body into place, flush with the mattress, I grab both arms, pulling them behind her back. "Do you know what it means to be in scene, Lucy?" I ask, while looping the soft material of my silk tie over her wrists, binding them together.

"I… I think so," she whispers.

"When we're in scene, we're playing a part. There's a beginning and an end. We end or pause a scene if you say red or yellow. Every scene is different. I might say things to you I'dnever normally say, or do things we don't normally do. Being in scene is different from our usual sex life, we can behave a little differently. Just because we do something in scene doesn't mean I expect it every time. Understand?"

"Yes." I tug on her wrists, adjusting the tie, and she adds, "Sir."

Fuck. A tingling cascade of pleasure slithers down my spine, straight down the length of my cock. My sac feels heavy, and I'm fully erect, but I ignore the sensation, despite knowing a simple touch would feel fucking exquisite. I could blow my load all over her back with minimal effort, but the knowledge is pleasure enough.

Adjusting on the bed, I grab Lucy's ankles, spreading her legs wide, knees bent, feet together, and tie.

"Is this okay?" I ask. I know it isn't exactly comfortable. That's not the point, though.

"Yes, Sir," Lucy whispers, and again, her soft voice and implicit compliance is its own aphrodisiac.

"Good girl."

I swear she fucking whimpers at the praise. God, why haven't we done this before? My earlier reasoning feels asinine, the more submissive she becomes.

She won't be comfortable in this position for long, no matter how exciting it may be, so I don't intend to draw this out. Not tonight, anyway. Hopping off the bed, I head into the bathroom and dig through one of the drawers, finding the discreet fabric case hidden in the back. Opening it up, I pull out the vibrator.

Back in the bedroom, using the third tie, I bind her wrists and ankles together, hogtying her on the bed, so her knees spread wide, and she has zero control.

"You will need to tell me, from here on out, if you need to slow down or stop. This is the last time I'll check in. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she says promptly. Then adds, "Green, Sir."

Smiling, I kneel between her bent and spread knees. I can't believe how well she's taking to this. Tucking my arm beneath her waist, I pull, so she moves back, ass presenting in the air, face pressed into the bed. Fuckingperfect.

Turning on the vibrator, Lucy tenses, and I laugh darkly. "You thought I didn't know about this,mi corazón? Your vibrator? It's a little small, no?"

I found it over a month ago when I was looking for clippers. Instead, I stumbled across a nondescript case buried in the back of a drawer. Naturally, I opened it up, amused by the lengths she went to hide it from me. She'd washed the small toy, it didn't smell like her, but I still jacked off with it, holding it along the length of my cock, imagining her fucking herself with the toy.

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