He gave her a long, searching look, then told Graham he’d meet him out on the beach in a moment. Leta swallowed hard at the look of unbridled lust Graham shot her. It was quick, and he averted his gaze a split second later, but he had also done nothing to rein in the emotion.
Once he’d gone outside, Nando pointed toward the floor, and she knelt, not having to ask what he meant. He cupped her face, his beautiful eyes intense and full of concern. “Do you really want to break your pretty nails on driftwood, or is there something else going on?”
“You see right through me, Sir.”
“You know I do, pet.” His voice was soft, but held enough of an edge that Leta knew she shouldn’t have tried to push it. He’d asked her to think about it, she’d agreed to do that, so that’s what she should be doing right now.
“I have thought about it, Sir.” That much was true. “I barely slept last night, and when I did, I dreamed about it.”
“I know. You were very restless.” That was unusual for her, so of course he would notice that. “Tell me your concerns.”
Leta sighed out loud. Where to start? “What if I can’t handle it, Sir? What if I don’t please you? Or what if I don’t please Graham? What if it ends up being nothing like you hope it will be, or that he hopes it will be, and then…and then your friendship with him is changed?”
Nando’s face softened and he motioned for her to stand. Once she did, he pulled her close and as always, shivers ran up and down her spine. He only needed to look at her and she wanted him. When he touched her, nothing else existed for her. She’d been in love with him most of her life. And now that she was back on the island and was with him, nothing in heaven or hell could convince her to give him up.
“That won’t happen,” he said, his voice soft but full of confidence. It held the same tone he used during their play, and her mind immediately went to that place where she trusted him completely and without reservation.
But then she remembered this wasn’t merely something new he wanted to try. This was his ultimate fantasy. The one it had taken him years to finally confess to her. And now that Nando had asked her to seriously consider it, and had told Graham he’d done so, she had to look it square in the eyes and make a decision, because that’s what she’d promised him she would do.
She knew he’d honor a request to delay the decision, and he’d agree to make it a soft or hard limit if she chose that route, but she didn’t want to do either. Graham was an attractive man and one of their best friends, but it wasn’t only that. She wanted to give this fantasy to Nando because she loved him so much, and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for him. And, she wanted to see if reality lived up to her own fantasies.
But Leta still had so much doubt, although she also recognized that had nothing to do with Nando or Graham. That ran deep, and Nando knew it. “And you’re sure he really wants this as well, Sir?”
The corners of Nando’s mouth turned up, and his eyes filled with amusement. “Seriously, pet? You haven’t seen the looks he’s been giving you? Now that he knows I’ve asked you to consider this, I half expect him to simply grab you and kiss you every time he’s in this house.”
She’d seen them. And she knew that Nando had nailed it. Leta swallowed hard as erotic images danced through her head. “When were you both thinking of doing this?” She could barely get the words out because her pulse was racing so fast she had trouble taking a breath.
“Does that mean your answer is ‘yes?’”
Leta stared into his eyes, searching for what, she didn’t know. The real reason she hadn’t jumped on this wasn’t something she’d confessed to him yet. But she knew she had to or this would never work. She’d never be able to truly relax and enjoy it. “I have one more concern, Sir.”
“What is it?”
She mentally steeled herself. “Will this change things between us? I mean, will it make you think less of me if I do this?”
Nando looked at her like she’d just asked him if mixing plaids with stripes would affect the state of the world. “Leta, I couldn’t love you more than I do right now. Nothing will change that. Nothing. Do you hear me? I lost you once. I’m not going to let that happen again. The answer is a resounding no. This is a fantasy, nothing more. Graham knows that, pet. He knows it might only be a one-time thing.”
She nodded, but while her mind processed what Sir had just told her, her heart also broke a bit for Graham. He had to be so incredibly lonely after all these years. What would the harm be? As long as all three of them knew up front what this was, and what it wasn’t, no one would get hurt. And Nando would still love her and want her.
Leta placed a hand on her collar, then looked him right in the eyes. “In that case, Sir, I would love to do this for you. I want to give you this fantasy. I will submit in play and in sex to you and Graham, at the same time, on a date of your choosing.”
As Nando pulled her close in a hug so tight it was almost difficult to breathe, Leta knew this fantasy would be the most erotic, decadent thing she’d ever done. She only hoped it didn’t also prove to be a huge mistake.
Gradually their soft caresses turned to gentle smacks across her nipples and on her ass cheeks, and then the hits weren’t gentle at all. Leta moaned loudly, as she always did once Nando started to swat her for real. The endorphin rush raced through her body, sending chills up and down her arms and legs. This was the part she loved. The pain mixed with the pleasure. She craved it, the same way a junkie craved their drug of choice.
There was no such thing as living without this. It wasn’t possible to go cold turkey and purge this need from her system. Just as an addicted person never really stopped wanting the drug, she always wanted this pleasure and pain combo. But unlike street drugs, this wasn’t unhealthy. The effects on her body were invigorating, releasing bad memories and stress, and replacing those with peace, contentment, and more horniness than she could handle on the best of days. And even better tonight, there were two of them giving it to her.
The swats turned to soft caresses again, but this time it was with pieces of fur and the falls of various mop floggers. It didn’t matter that she was able to identify each implement. They varied the pattern enough to keep her guessing, and didn’t spend too much time on any area of her body, so each sensation was new.
One of them used the Wartenberg wheel, which she loved, but he used it right over her clit and nipples, which Nando had never done. It was a wheel with seven tiny rows of spikes instead of one, so it spread out the sensations and she was able to take a lot more because of that, but this was the first time she’d had it used directly on such sensitive parts, and the thrill it gave her forced loud moans from her throat.
When the falls from the floggers changed from being lightly smacked against her back, legs, or ass cheeks to harder hits, her cries and moans turned to soft whimpers as every care simply dissolved. She loved thick floggers, and never experienced actual pain from them. They felt more like intense massages. One of them struck her breasts with them every few seconds, and that hurt a bit, but it was still not near her pain threshold. Not even close.
They returned to using their hands to caress her breasts and pussy, and then someone’s mouth was on her nipples, gently sucking and biting them. Since she had no clue which man it was, her arousal went through the roof, and she came very close to coming simply from the suckling alone. The other man began to massage her clit, and when he slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy, she cried out loudly as a blinding orgasm overtook her body.
“Oh…oh that feels so fucking good,” he said.
Leta’s excitement took on another dimension as she realized the man with his finger in her pussy was Graham. That meant it had to be Nando who now kissed her neck. Her assumption was confirmed when he whispered in her ear, “Thank you for this, pet. It’s incredible.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The words were inadequate, but she could hardly breathe right now, let alone form coherent sentences.
“What color are you?”
“Green, Sir.” She was as green as the grass that grew on the hillsides and mountains on this island. As green as fresh melons in the summer. This was perfection, and she wondered what Sir would say if she asked to experience it again.
“Good girl. Because we’re going to ramp it up a bit.”
She didn’t have time to react. One of them pulled her hair roughly and the point of a knife blade touched her throat. She knew it wouldn’t cut her skin. That was a hard limit. As he ran it gently across her throat, then down between her breasts, she moaned as tiny shivers cascaded up and down her spine.
Nando knew how to do this and not cut her, but still give her enough of a fearful sensation that it was the ultimate rush. But was this Nando, or Graham? Whoever wielded the blade did so from behind her, judging by the angle. The realization she had no clue which man it was sent her arousal skyward once again.
While the knife point traced a lazy line across her nipples and underneath her breasts, the edge of something thick and leathery teased her ass cheeks and pussy lips. “We’re going to make you squirm in pain,” said Nando. “You know what that is on your ass, right?”
His voice came from her left side, so she still wasn’t sure if he was using the knife or the paddle. “Yes, Sir. I think so.”
She cried out in pain as the paddle with the holes in it smacked both ass cheeks at once. She’d been wrong about which paddle it was. It wasn’t her favorite, and Nando knew that. It stung like fucking crazy, and the fact that they’d decided to use it along with the knife sent erotic, decadent thoughts racing through her head.
“Now you know,” said Graham. His voice came from her right. They were doing this on purpose to confuse her, but she loved it.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” said Nando, his voice soft but with an edge to it that she recognized. This was as arousing for him as it was for her. He had a need to push her right to her limits when they played, and he loved to watch her writhe against the cross or one of the benches. He got off on it as much as she got off on the combination of exquisite pain and pleasure. To have both of them about to take her there was almost too much for Leta to process, so she didn’t try. She simply let go and gave herself over to it.