Page 83 of Lilacs and Leather
“Have you ever had a man fuck your ass before, baby?” Mateo asks, moving toward the chairs off to the side of the bed.
Lydia’s blush fades a little, and I see her shiver. She doesn’t answer right away, and I can see how her jaw tightens, eyes going distant. Her scent shifts for a moment, a pulse of burnt sugar that I only pick up because I’m so close. It’s enough for me to know that she has, but it was one of those things she didn’t consent to. And it tells me that Lydia hasn’t told Mateo about her abuse, or at least not enough to feel comfortable giving an answer.
“We’ll do that next time. For today, I think we can put on a little show for Mateo, hmm?” I say, lightening my tone to be almost playful.
Lydia’s shoulders relax a fraction of an inch, and her scent evens out again. Mateo moves a chair to face Lydia before stepping up and putting two fingers under her chin to raise her eyes to meet his. There’s a tension in her face, like she’s bracing herself for something. I watch closely, body tightening.
“Do you want that, baby? Do you want Rhett to make you feel good while I watch?” Mateo whispers, voice almost tender.
Lydia’s eyes brighten, and she nods eagerly. “Yes, sir.”
Mateo shakes his head and chuckles, a dark and husky sound. His hand twists, and I suck in a sharp breath with Lydia as his hand closes around her throat. She doesn’t move away, and I see her pupils expand at the possessive touch. The hungry look in her eyes as she stares up into his face is the only thing that stops me from shoving him away.
“You call me by my name when you’re in my bed,” Mateo growls.
Lydia nods. “Yes, Mateo,” she whispers reverently.
Mateo leans down and kisses her roughly before pulling back and letting go. He moves back to his chair, throwing himself down with a sigh. His hand immediately finds his crotch, stroking himself through his jeans. I suppress the urge to shake my head and roll my eyes. Mateo may claim not to be kinky, but he’s a voyeur, and apparently likes to give orders and put his hands on Lydia’s throat.
My eyes go back to her and find her back in her ready position. She’s a natural submissive, and it’s only taken a little prompting, long discussions of different games and kinks, and a few more scenes to get her there. That she’s willing to let me lead her down this path of depravity warms my heart with an emotion I don’t dare name.
I loosen my tie, sliding the silk out from under my collar as I round the bed, toeing off my shoes then climbing up to settle behind her. I brush my lips along the scar on her left shoulder blade, and her little shiver makes me smile. I bring my hands around to rest on her thighs beside hers, my tie draped over one.
“Safe words,” I breathe in her ear.
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down, green is good, sir,” Lydia responds without hesitation.
“Is a blindfold okay?” I ask, pulling her hair away from her neck.
She nods, her little exhale shaky.
“Good girl,” I purr, nipping at the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She squeaks and squirms but doesn’t try to move away as I loop the navy blue silk over her eyes, securing it tightly. I admire the way the color contrasts with her golden-brown hair, the creamy gold of her skin, and I sigh in content. My hands trail down her shoulders, fingers brushing feather light along her arms, up the inside of her thighs, and finally taking a breast in each of my hands. She moans softly as I knead them between my fingers, head falling back to rest on my shoulder.
“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching, Lydia. So soft, just right to fill my hands. Such sensitive nipples,” I say, raising my voice ever so slightly to ensure Mateo can hear me.
He groans, and I hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor at the edge of my attention, but most of my focus stays with Lydia. I roll and tweak her rosy nipples until they’re stiff and she’s panting. Taking them between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch and tug away from her body, making her back arch when they stretch to her limit. I feel her hand clamp on my thigh, and I allow it, knowing she needs to stay grounded when that spike of pain mixes with her pleasure. I release the tension, massaging the hurt away with firm fingers.
“Are you wet for me?” I ask mildly, letting one of my hands trail slowly down her stomach but stopping shy of curls.
Lydia nods, lifting her lips as she tries to get my hand to move. I growl and bring my hand down sharply on the inside of her thigh. She bucks and yelps, her shuddering gasp makes me throb. She settles back onto her heels, body quivering beneath me.
“Yes, sir. I’m…” she starts, breaking off as she swallows hard.
“Words, sweet girl. Use your words,” I prompt, my voice lilting almost to sing-song.
“Fucking tease. Show me how wet you are, baby girl,” Mateo interjects.
Lydia nods, biting her bottom lip slightly. Her hand moves slowly, as if she’s expecting me to stop her. When I don’t, her lithe fingers slip between her thighs, and I feel her shudder at her own touch. She doesn’t linger, bringing her hand up, two fingers glistening in the dying sunlight streaming through the glass door. Mateo and I groan in unison, and the scent of rain and earth and vanilla crashes over me. I seize her wrist with one hand, the other delving to her dripping slit. I take her fingers in my mouth, licking them clean of the sweet cream.
“Your pussy is my favorite thing to eat, so sweet and warm,” Mateo praises.
I hear the snap of a cap, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him stroking lube down his length. He’s shed his clothes, and openly strokes his cock with his eyes fixed on where my hand disappears into Lydia. My fingers work a slow and deep rhythm, hitting her sweet spot with each curl of my finger. She moans and whines, and I feel how she clenches and drips over me as the sounds of Mateo’s strokes get louder and faster.
“Are you going to come for us, sweet girl? Going to come all over my hand like a good girl?” I pant, rolling my hips against the swell of her ass, letting her feel how hard she’s made me.
“Fuck her, Rhett. I want to watch her come on your cock,” Mateo begs, nearly breathless.