Page 73 of Endless Harmonies

Roark stands to help him, chuckling at something that Miguel says. Minutes later, they have the twins’ things, and carefully lift them from their swings and leave.

“That was way easier than I thought it would be,” I snicker. The whole thing was surreal, and Turner looks incredibly pleased. “So, are you going to fuck me, Baby?”

“Absolutely,” she grins. “Ah!”

I stand in a fluid movement, throwing her over my shoulder. “Shall we?” I smirk at the guys.

They scramble to follow me as I walk upstairs. Lennon hangs upside down as we pass through the house, giggling wildly. I love hearing her happiness. It’s truly what I live for. I want to distract her for a bit, but I also plan to tell her how strong and beautiful she is too.

Walking into our room, I toss her onto the bed. “You’re the boss. What do you want?”

A switch goes off from behind Lennon’s eyes and she sits straighter. She typically lets Roark or Turner take charge, so I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of her.

“Roark, you have some rope hidden around here, right?” she purrs.

“Link and Greg took into consideration some of the suggestions we talked about when we were upgrading the house…” Roark reaches over his head and lifts something out of the top of the base of our four poster bed.

I always wondered why the poles were so thick. As he swings the boards down, I realize it creates the beginning of an X as he attaches them together. The rest of the X comes out as he slides the boards from underneath the bed and attaches them.

It’s a fucking St. Andrews cross. “Holy shit, who are you?” I ask, my voice strangled.

“Now that Lenny knows this is here, we can make a secret compartment for all of our shit under the wood flooring. Can’t we Baby?” Roark smirks.

“We’re a bit kinky.” Lennon shrugs. “Now do as your Mistress commands, and strip, boys.”

Roark smirks as his eyes heat and he pulls his long-sleeved shirt off from the back of his neck one handed. My mouth waters as I watch all of his gorgeous skin appear as he throws the shirt to the ground.

I force myself to undress and tear my eyes away as Turner and Orion also undress. There’s so much skin on display, and my cock is rock hard. My gaze lands on the St. Andrews Cross, and I finally understand why we have a four poster bed. Sneaky.

Roark’s thick pierced cock proudly bobs against his abs as he reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a coil of rope. “I’ve been meaning to ask Link if he knows anyone who will make us a cabinet to put all of our fun things in, since we won’t be traveling on the road touring any more,” Roark says.

Lennon slides off the bed to take the rope, grabbing my hand as she does. “Be a good boy and come with me,” she murmurs.

I meant it when I said that I don’t see Carrie anymore in Lennon now that she’s dead. The hold that Carrie used to have with her words and actions is also dead and gone. Lennon can call me whatever she wants, and I’ll gladly follow her.

“Arms in a X above your head, Derek,” Lennon croons. I do as she says and feel the soft material of the rope glide along my skin. Goosebumps rise everywhere it touches, and then the sting as she hits me across the ass with the rope makes me gasp. I would think it would piss me off, but my cock jumps in arousal instead.

I have had a hard time in the past letting go of control, but not with Roark or Turner. I enjoy having control with Orion, but it appears I can switch between having it and not with Lennon.

The soft rope binds each hand to the wood, but then she rubs my muscles with her soft hands until she reaches my ass. Lennon’s soft, firm touches make my cock weep and my eyes roll. She’s not even touching my dick, and I’m losing my mind.

The rope is firmly tied around my ankles to the cross as well until I’m spread wide. “Damn, he looks good on our cross, Mistress. I don’t think he wants it yet. Can I tease our pretty little fuck toy?”

Oh shit. Turner has a mischievous grin on his face, and my eyes widen. Slowly a blindfold is dropped over my eyes and Lennon’s lips brush along the shell of my ear. “Red, green, or yellow, Baby Boy?”

“Green,” I breathe.

“That’s what I like to hear. Open your mouth wide because Roark needs his dick sucked. You want to please him, right? Don’t you want him to use you until he cums down your throat?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper. I want to comply with her every whim. Opening my mouth wide, I stick my tongue out. I can’t hear anything until Roark slaps his heavy cock on my tongue.

Flinching in surprise, I moan as he gets his dick wet as he slides across my tongue. Large hands open my ass, and I can immediately tell it’s Turner as he eats it out like it’s his job. I can feel the flick of his tongue ring. Precum slowly runs down my dick, teasing me.

“Damn, he looks sexy, doesn’t he, O?” Lennon says. Orion grunts, and I can just imagine what he looks like as he strokes his cock. “Should we tease him, or do you want to lick up some of his cream? There’s so much of it…”

“Lennon, I want it,” Orion groans. “Please, Baby, can I have it?”

“Such a good pet,” Lennon coos. “Yes, Baby. Just don’t let him come.”

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