Page 110 of Wayward
“I suppose. It’s your body. That’s one thing, but the thing holding it?” Calvin growls.
“For fuck’s sake. I won’t hurt Sassy, and you all know it.”
“You better have an extra-large bottle of lube,” Zane says with a laugh. But he opens the case and takes out a smaller plug. “Let’s start with this one first. It’s been a minute. Ready, Little Bird?”
“Ready.”
I steady her. With one hand on her hip. I place the other on her waist, prepared for when she reflexively pushes back onto me as the smaller plug enters her.
But Zane stops and nods at Easton. “How about now?”
“Now, now is good. I’m ready. Let’s go?—”
“You’ve become so needy, Sassy. And I damn well love it.” Dante laughs. “Easton bought you a surprise. Well, he bought us all a surprise.”
“And I’ve got a couple of ideas as to where to start.” Zane stands, and in true Calvin style, picks Haley up and throws her over his shoulder. He takes off down the hallway and up the stairs like a wild boar is chasing him again. There’s a dash of naked bodies flying up the stairs behind him. The door to the bedroom next to ours is open. It’s been closed other than the first day we were here. Zane carries Haley into the room, and I don’t know where to look. It’s a complete sex room. Not a dungeon. It’s bright and white and has an oddly Miami vibe to it.
Zane places Haley on the edge of the bed, larger than any I’ve seen before. It’s the star of the room directly in the center. But around the wall there are straps and a swing I want to see Haley in. There’s a masseuse-like bed and another stand with adjustable legs and places to buckle down her legs and arms. Even a hole in the headrest.
“Whoa. How did you get this all done? Does Maya know this is here?” Haley’s eyes are wide.
“Maybe, but all our new toys fit in the closet. And unlike our resident lock picker, Maya won’t open a locked closet,” Easton says, glaring at Dante.
“What? You can’t hide anything from me. I was a juvenile delinquent. This room was wide open and empty except for a boring bed frame when we arrived. And a locked door? Yeah, I’m shit for secrets. But anytime you want to keep more secrets like this, I’m game.”
Haley stands beside the bed and pulls the duvet from it and begins folding it. “This is really lovely. It’s huge.”
“That’s what she said.” I get it out before anyone else does and grab the side of the cover. The impulse to ball it up and throw it in a corner is huge. But we all know that it would bother Haley if we did. Zane takes the other corner from her.
“This ought to be good,” Haley laughs, then reclines on the bed, one leg bent up. Zane and I fumble to get it done. “Interesting job. I don’t think I’m going to hire either one of you as second stews, though. Maybe you can start as fifth stews down in the laundry room.” She reaches out for me, while Zane takes the duvet to a bench near the closet.
I take the spot on the end of the bed, nudging my head between her legs. Her fingernails go straight into my hair. Damn, I love it when she scratches me deep on my scalp.
There’s a click of the door as Easton locks it. It may be only us here, but we’re all aware of how we need to protect Haley.
“You feel so good, Sugar.” I spread her open and lick around her clit. Her body twitches in anticipation. Her breath hitches as I take my time, tracing patterns with my tongue, teasing her. Calvin leans down, kissing her deeply, swallowing her moans. Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, but I pin her down, keeping her at my mercy.
Easton’s on the other side of the bed, his hands exploring her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasps into Calvin’s mouth, her body writhing under our combined touch. Dante watches, his eyes dark with lust, stroking himself lazily as he waits for his turn.
Zane returns from the closet, a silk blindfold dangling from his fingers. He raises an eyebrow at Haley, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let’s heighten a more important sense than sight, Little Bird,” he says, his voice low and seductive. Calvin breaks their kiss and holds up Haley’s head.
“Yes,” Haley whispers.
Zane leans down and places the blindfold over her eyes, securing it gently at the back of her head. Her breath hitches again.
I hold on tight to her bouncing legs. “Shh, Sugar,” I murmur against her thigh, my hands stroking her smooth skin, soothing her.
“We’ve got you.” Calvin trails his lips down her neck, his hands joining Easton’s, lavishing attention on her breasts. Her back arches slightly, pushing her closer to their touch.
Dante places his hand on my shoulder. “Let me do the honors, Cap.”
I twist enough to see the glistening smaller plug in his hand, ready for action. “Not this time.” I take it from him and touch the cold lubed metal to her clit, circling it around. Haley's hips buck slightly, seeking more. I slide the plug lower, teasing her entrance before moving it back up to her ass, pressing gently against her.
“How are you doing, Sassy?” Dante’s voice comes from over my shoulder. He’s stroking himself. I press the plug against her again, feeling her resistance give way as it slips inside her, her body closing around it.
“Oh god,” she moans, and her spine rises in a slight arch, adjusting to the intrusion. I keep my movements on her clit slow and steady. I add a finger to her pussy, allowing her to adjust to the plug in her ass. She gasps, her chest heaving beneath Calvin and Easton’s touch.
“That’s it, Sugar,” I coax, my voice low and soothing. “Just like that.” I continue to lick and suck at her clit, my fingers gently pumping above the plug. Her hips move in rhythm with my pace. “You want more, don’t you?” Damn if the chef isn’t making me a perverted bastard too.
