Page 3 of Bind Me, Sir

“Such a good girl,” Adam whispered to his wife, stroking her hair while thrusting deeply into her throat once more. “You’ve earned your reward. Do you want my cum in your throat or your ass?” He pulled from between her hollowed cheeks with a pop, allowing her to answer.

She peered up at him through mascara-smeared eyes with adoration and love enough to punch any man in the gut. “My ass, Sir.”

“Is your pussy wet for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I bit the inside of my lip, arms spread along the back of the bench as Adam took up position behind his wife. He dipped into her pussy with a groan, coating himself with her juices before pulling out.

“Let me in, baby,” he whispered, lining up with her ass and leaning over her back.

One slow flex of his ass, and they both groaned, Adam straightening, head tipped back, and hands grasping her hips.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He pulled out and thrust with each word, and unable to help myself, I grasped my leaking dick through my trousers.

Garret cursed beneath his breath.

“May they partake, sweet Rose?” Adam asked, his cock burying between her reddened cheeks.

“Mmm,” she moaned her agreement, and neither Garret nor I needed a direct invite to do what we’d done dozens of times before.

I approached the altar as he did, freeing my erection and gliding my palm over the beading pre-cum. Slowly stroking in time with Adam fucking his wife’s ass, I gave over to the need brewing in my balls, to the release that had built to the point of explosion.

“Come when you need to,” Adam murmured to his wife, but I let loose before her, ropes of my cum shooting over Lily’s shoulders.

Garret’s marked her lower back, and Lily came with a shriek and shudder, Adam’s pistoning hips burying him deep inside her ass. Curses spilled from all four of us as we found release.

I finished first and made my way to the bathroom to retrieve cloths for us. Since Adam allowed us to participate yet not truly partake, I handed him the one meant for Lily, and he cleaned her as she lay spent—lax—upon the table once meant for worship of another kind.

“Thank you, Lily, for sharing this moment with us,” I murmured, stepping back once cleaned up and tucked away.

She offered me a dazzling smile, her eyes at half-mast, looking like a sated woman. “Glad you could finally join us,” she whispered, and Adam untied the last of her bonds, pulling her into his arms.

He nodded at me with a grin. “I’ll talk to you boys in the morning.”

They disappeared into the large bathroom that had been built where the old raised pulpit used to be. I glanced at the king sized bed against the far wall with its black satin sheets before turning my focus back on my college buddy. “They’ll probably sleep here tonight,” I said, tipping my head toward the door. “I’ll walk your pansy ass back to the house now that it’s dark.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to admit that you want my pansy ass?” he said, grinning, his eyes as black as the night sky.

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled, and I followed him out into the night, shutting the door firmly behind us. “You wish.”

I snorted, and he clapped my shoulder. “Adam has a couple women for us tomorrow. How ‘bout you save a little dick for them?”

“I wouldn’t give it to you even if you begged,” I muttered, scanning the muted gray and black of the landscape as we made our way toward the house Adam had built for his wife.

“So, what the fuck made you late?”

My stomach twisted anew as my brow furrowed over the reminder of issues I had no wish to recount. “A moronic business man and a stalker from the pit of hades,” I told him anyway, since as a fellow CEO of JAG, he would learn of the shit I’d dealt with before long.

“Shit.”

“Exactly.”

Rather than wait until over breakfast the next morning, I filled him in with a quick version of the Scorzelli affair as we made our way through the darkness. The lit windows of Adam’s home shone like a beacon offering refuge from the night—and from the tension that once more rode my shoulders.

Chapter Two

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