Page 64 of Lesson In Honesty
“Have you tamed her or is she gearing up for round two?”
Sierra lifted her head, concerned. Her brains might be scrambled into mush, her eyes going slightly blind as Mack eased deeper into her core, but it was easy to see the love on Grit’s face as he gently soothed his sub with slow strokes of his hand down her back, to hear it in his voice.
“No, she’s done for now. There might be a tussle at first, but she fights to the point of exhaustion for a reason.” He bent and kissed between her shoulder blades. “It makes submission easier for you, doesn’t it, little tiger?”
Tabitha blinked slowly, pushing up onto her forearms. She was panting, sweat sliding down her temples. She met Sierra’s worried gaze with dazed eyes, but instead of the panic and anger they’d held before, now there was the kind of peace Sierra was personally acquainted with, thanks to Liam. “I can go again.”
In answer, Grit applied light pressure to her back with a single hand; she collapsed with a tired groan. “Not tonight, you can’t.” He held out a hand and Liam stepped over, slapping a black bottle of lube onto his palm. “Thanks.”
A second bottle smacked loudly into Mack’s waiting grasp.
“Master Liam,” Sierra croaked.
“Yes, minx?”
“P-Please can I have a word with you in p-private?” Her eyes started to roll back in her head as Mack shifted his hips slightly from side to side.
Attentively, Liam dropped to his haunches beside the makeshift bench. “What can I do for you, Sierra?”
Oh, he was such an asshole at times. A sadistic one to boot. This was nowhere nearprivateand he knew it. Still, he was the only one who could save her ass from destruction, so she had no choice but to be sweet, polite, and sickeningly reasonable.
She swallowed a soft cry, trying to ignore how her pussy was spasming around Mack’s monster in an effort to come. “I like anal, Master Liam. It’s common knowledge. I… oh fuck,” she whispered, arching her back. Coming right now was a bad idea. “It’s been a long time since… you know… anything’s been up there.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “I see your point. All right, minx, I’ll sort it out.”
Oh, thank God. See, being respectful and polite was the right way forward, she told herself. It was rare she lost her temper—mainly because she didn’t really have one—and she wasn’t sure she could actually raise her voice to him.
He gave her a long, slow kiss and a wink, then rose and patted Mack on the shoulder. “Open her up slowly, Mack. She’s got a tight little asshole that we haven’t used recently, and I don’t want her damaging.”
Her chin hit the padding. “You mother—”
Mack drove into her hard enough to seat himself fully, his groin slapping hers as he stole her breath and the words that almost fired out like bullets. The noise she made was utterly embarrassing, but he saved her from the spanking of a lifetime. “No problem, Liam. I’ve got it handled.”
Silently, she fumed. Muscles turning to stone bit by bit, she dug her fingers into the sides of the stupid bench and imagined her nails biting into Liam’s smug face. Even when Liam slipped a pillow under her head, a second under Tabitha’s, she wasn’t remotely inclined to forgive him.
She heard the click of one bottle opening, then the other. It seemed the Doms were going back to the original plan of a mirror scene; if it wasn’t an egregious breach of her honor, she’d safeword just to piss him off.
That wouldn’t accomplish anything, she reminded herself. It would ruin everything for Grit and Tabitha; they’d fought to getto this point, and if she backed out now, Tabitha would no doubt follow swiftly on her heels.
Still, she seethed, folding her arms on the pillow and resting her chin on them so she could monitor Tabitha’s reactions while ignoring her own body’s response to the cock moving leisurely inside her.
It wasn’t difficult; she’d had years of practice doing just that with Wyatt.
“Pixie, I hate to tell you this, but if this is how tight your cunt is, your ass is going to cry.” Bending over her, Mack’s mouth skated across her shoulders. “I’m going to lube you up now. There’s no reason to worry, I’ll be gentle with you, okay? Neither Liam nor I want to see you hurt.”
She snorted. “Master Liam is a fricking sadist. He wants to hear me scream.”
The snort attracted Tabitha’s attention. Those blue eyes studied how Sierra was laying on the pillow, and a moment later, she mimicked it.
“Then I’ll have to oblige him, won’t I?” Mack nuzzled her nape, then straightened.
As Grit parted Tabitha’s cheeks, Sierra felt her own buttocks separate. She clenched her teeth, hissing as cold lube dribbled down her crack to coat her poor, soon to be abused asshole. She flinched when a thick fingertip pushed in, aided by the lube, and began stimulating the tight ring of muscles.
Oblige him, huh? Chewing on her lip, Sierra mulled it over. Her Dom really did love to hear her vocalize, well, everything. Pain, pleasure, he got off on it. She supposed it was another form of communication, especially when she was too shy to use her words.
Well, he wasn’t going to get anything out of her tonight. Not one more squeak, moan, whimper, or sigh. No matter what.
That resolve was tested immediately, just her luck.