Playing With Fire (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 5

  She kissed Kal’s jaw. “I love the way you kiss.”

  Kal kissed her again, a slow, lingering kiss. Leigh’s arms went around her neck as their tongues slowly dueled. Kal pulled her closer, one hand tightening on her hip before curving over her ass. Her other hand moved between them, closing over a soft mound. She squeezed Leigh’s breast, kneading it.

  Leigh moaned softly in protest as her lover withdrew her hand.

  “I have a gift for you,” Kal told her, huskily. “Show me to the guest room, baby.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Leigh said and turned to lead the way up the stairs.

  Chapter Six

  The guest rooms were on the other side of the house, and that was why Connor had thought this house would be good for them. They could still make love when a guest was sleeping over without being overheard.

  Leigh chose the room she’d done the most work on. The blue-and-gray room shared a bathroom with the adjoining guest room. The queen bed would fit two easily, and the small sitting area across from it included a floor lamp and comfortable chaise.

  “The closet is a walk-in,” Leigh told her. “You can put your things in the dresser.”

  Kal dropped her bag on the dresser and opened it. She removed a box and held it out to Leigh. “Open it and tell me your thoughts.”

  Leigh lifted the lid on the pretty pink box and stared inside. Black tissue paper obscured the contents, so she pushed it aside. She lifted her gaze to find Kal watching her closely.

  “I’m sure Connor has taken your ass,” she said.

  “No.” Leigh looked down at the butt plug.

  “Well, one of us is going to tonight, and I want you ready,” she said. “Take it into the bathroom and clean it and bring it back to me. I’m going to insert it.”

  “I’ve never been—I mean—”

  “Then, that little gem will help make your first time delicious.” Kal smiled. “Now, go.”

  Leigh returned a few moments later. Anal sex was a hard limit with Connor. She was embarrassed for him to mess around with her butt. It was an unsanitary place for sexual play, and it made her nervous that she might pass gas or something once he was inside her. “Mistress. I don’t know if anal sex is a good idea,” she said carefully.

  “Why not?” Kal stroked her arm.

  “I—it’s messy and nasty.” She made a face and Kal laughed.

  “Sex is messy, little lover,” she murmured in an amused tone. “I’m going to lube this up really good before I insert it,” Kal told her. “It’s smaller than my dick and Connor’s, but it’ll do the job of opening you up for us. When I push it in, you push out, okay?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” She put a hand on her belly, feeling knots form there.

  “I’m going to use my fingers to get you ready first,” Kal said. “Now, remove your pants and panties and lie across my lap.” She put a few items on the bed.

  Leigh eyed Kal nervously. “What if something happens?” she asked in a small voice, and her cheeks heated in mortification.

  Kal laughed and captured her chin. “There is a chance of you passing gas, but you don’t have be afraid with him.” She kissed the corner of her mouth. “So, relax. If you hate it, then we won’t do it again.”

  “Okay,” she agreed softly.

  Kal smiled and sat down on the firm mattress. “Now, trust me a little bit more, okay?”

  Leigh nodded. “Okay.”

  “Now, lie across my lap.”

  Leigh did so hesitantly, but willing to allow Kal to guide her through this new experience.

  A heavy hand landed on her rear end, snapping her out of her thoughts. Kal smoothed her hand over Leigh’s tight rear end. “You’re a little tense, angel,” Kal said. “Relax.”

  She was trying, but she was on the verge of leaping up and declaring that nothing was going up her butt—ever. The heavy stroke of Kal’s hand interrupted her thoughts as it burned over her skin.

  Kal hit her harder the third time, and Leigh moaned as the sting nipped at her nerve endings. Her body sprang to life, her clit beginning to swell in arousal.

  She licked her bottom lips as the fourth landed in the same place, but the fifth and six landed on the other cheek.

  “Mmm, Mistress.” She gasped when a harder sting landed on her ass. Her pussy gushed with cream and her clit throbbed. A staccato was played on her ass cheeks, making them burn and her womb clench.

  “I want to claim every inch of your beautiful body, Leigh,” Kal murmured. “I want you whispering my name as you come.” Cool liquid ran down the crease of her butt. “I want to learn you inside out.”

  She breathed roughly as anticipation racked her. “I’ll be an open book to you, and you’ll just get bored with me.”

  “I could never tire of you, if you belonged to me, sweetheart.”

  Leigh shivered as hunger to be known that deep, wanted that much caressed her, branded her with a promise that she ached for.

  “You would be in my blood,” Kal murmured softly. “You’d own me.” She drew her finger around the tightly furled rosette of Leigh’s anus.

  Excitement played down her spine, tightened her stomach, and caused her pussy to moisten even further. Ripples of pleasure scurried through her.

  “I would keep your heart safe if you gave it to me,” she said before she could stop herself. “I want you so bad.” She added that last to cover the slip. She couldn’t feel this strongly and say such things without thinking first. Connor was her man, he was her life. This was—it was a gift that she could only enjoy for the next seven days. Then she had to send it back and that made her heart hurt.

  “I’m eager to push my dick into your tight ass, Leigh,” she murmured. “I want to feel your muscles clenching around it, and I want to hear you whispering my name as I fuck you.” She added more lube and then pushed her finger past the tight ring of muscle.

  Leigh tensed and Kal smoothed her hand over her ass. She dropped her hand on it soundly and Leigh gasped in pleasure. Kal tapped her again.

  “Baby, I want to see your eyes as Connor slides into your tight little ass.” She pushed her finger deeper. “He’s going to fill you up and with me taking your pussy, you’re going to be so hot we’ll have to hose you down.”

  She was already starting to burn. The sensual words, and the finger stroking inside her were like a flame to her skin. The easy thrusts drew lusty moans from her lips as her practiced fingers stirred unused nerve endings to life in her ass.

  “Please don’t stop.” Leigh pressed her feet into the floor for leverage and ground her aching clit against Kal’s thigh. “Mistress. God!”

  Kal’s fingers worked inside her, pumping fast and then slow. She was catching fire. Her entire being felt as if it were going to combust.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God!” she screamed. One more thrust and she would go over.

  “I knew you’d like it,” Kal said softly as she pulled her fingers free. “Now, let’s try something bigger.”

  Trembling, Leigh held her breath as the toy was guided into her back entrance. “Mistress.” She whimpered.

  “Push against it,” Kal told her firmly. “You can take a little toy.”

  She breathed in and pushed against the toy forging inside her. It was slick and thicker than two fingers.

  “Pretend Connor is taking possession of you, Leigh. You love how good his dick feels inside you. Take it without fear. Trust that I will take care of you and so will Connor.”

  Kal pulled the plug back and pushed it in again. Leigh panted as it parted the unused tissues of her ass. She closed her eyes.

  * * * *

  Connor wasn’t surprised the ladies weren’t in the dining room or the kitchen. He just hoped Kal wasn’t disrespecting him or his home by taking his woman in his bed. That was something he wouldn’t allow.

  He took the stairs two at a time and crept down the hallway leading to the guest wing. He heard Kal’s soothing voice as she instructed Leigh. He stopped in front of the open bedroom
door and found his woman over Kal’s lap with a butt plug being fucked into her. Instantly, his dick hardened and his blood heated.

  Leigh’s naked ass cheeks were parted, revealing her dripping cunt.

  Leigh panted hard. “Mistress,” she said in a ragged breath. “I need to come.”

  “That’s too damned bad,” Kal murmured. “You’re going to have to wait until we’re ready to play with you. Now, stand up.”

  Leigh whimpered and Connor went to help her to her feet. His woman was so damned sexy he wanted to throw her on the bed and ride her hard right now. Instead he caressed her cheek.

  “I see you’re being prepared to please me tonight,” he said. “Does that plug feel good inside you, lover?”

  She looked up at him with dilated eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Go change and finish getting dinner ready, and don’t take the plug out.” He said the last in a warning tone. “We’ll be down to help in a minute.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m glad you’re home.” She kissed his jaw demurely and left the room.

  “Thank you for getting the plug in her,” he said. “I don’t know if that’ll change much.”

  She got to her feet. “It wasn’t a traumatic event keeping her from allowing anal sex, Connor,” she said.

  “You should take her ass first.”

  “No.” She shook her head and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands.

  Connor’s gaze dipped, followed the swish of her hips, and went after her. “You sound so certain.”

  “I think it’s easier with me for some reason, but I think her first time needs to be with you.” She dried her hands on a hand towel hanging on the silver hanger in the medium-sized bathroom. “I asked her not to wear heels to bed. Is that a problem?”

  “No. But we can’t fuck her in the bed I share with her,” he said. “We’ll use the other guest room.”

  “Good idea, and I won’t sleep with you after.”

  He nodded. “I’d prefer it if you went braless, I want to see your tits jiggle.” He drew a finger down the side of one of her bra cups. “Take it off for me. Now.”

  She smiled serenely. “No.”

  Connor studied her calmly as his fingers trailed up to her throat. His fingers closed. “I know you like to top, but meet me halfway. Unbutton your blouse or I’ll rip it open.”

  She held his gaze for a long moment and Connor was certain he’d have to do the honors himself. Then, Kal unbuttoned it.

  “Don’t push me too hard, Connor. I’ll flog you, too,” she told him calmly. “Now, if you want to see my tits jiggle, take off the bra yourself.”

  He released her and worked the clips of her front-closure bra open. He took his time, and when he had the hooks open, he pinched her nipples and watched the dark buttons peak. “Sweet chocolate,” he said in a whisper before lowering his head to swipe his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

  Her fingers latched into his hair and clenched. She tugged his head back. “I didn’t give you permission to lick.”

  He gave her a wicked laugh and pinched her nipple before straightening. “Help Leigh with dinner. I’ll be down in a minute.” He strode from the room.

  Topping her wouldn’t be easy. Might not even be possible, but he wouldn’t stop trying to break her or make her bend to his will.

  Chapter Seven

  Leigh turned when Kal stepped into the spacious kitchen she and Connor had helped paint and renovate before she moved in. She’d had to have that cute little breakfast nook that opened right out onto the back porch. The room was light and airy in blue and red.

  “What are you making for dinner?” Kal asked, going to stand right in front of her.

  “Connor wanted something light, so I decided to put together a picnic of finger foods,” Leigh answered.

  “Cold cuts, cheese, pickles, olives, and some carrots if you like them.”

  Leigh smiled. “Great minds think alike, Mistress.”

  Kal smiled. “Of course we do.” She brushed against Leigh as she moved to the stainless steel fridge. “How long have you and Connor been together?”

  “Four years,” Leigh said, taking items Kal held out to her from the fridge. “We met at a mutual friend’s party. I was still just learning BDSM, and I wanted a teacher.”

  “He trained you?”

  “Yes.” Leigh smiled. “He was so good at it, and he’s a great Dom.” He was a great Dom, but Kal was, too. “How long have you been a Domme?”

  “I started training young,” she said. “My parents are lesbians, and I’m an only child. Both of my parents worked for a while when I was younger, so I had to be home alone for a few hours. My dominant parent encouraged me to be dominant, independent. She put me in martial arts. When I was a teenager, she taught me to shoot.”

  “Are you serious?” She used the cheese knife to cut the block of cheese into nice, neat squares.

  Kal laughed. “Course. My dominant parent is a cop. She was a Marine before that. One of the toughest.”

  “I thought you were East-Indian.”

  “My submissive mother gave birth to me and I have both of their last names. Singh-Singleton, but I only introduce myself by one last name,” she explained. “My mother was disowned by her family for being a lesbian and shacking up with a black woman on top of that.”

  “My parents would disown me for—so I never allowed my desire to be with a woman free reign.” Leigh arranged items on a tray. “I was so afraid of them hating me because what I wanted was so far against the Catholic faith.”

  Kal hugged her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

  “But they love Connor,” Leigh murmured. “They just have no idea what he’s really like. If they did, they’d insist I leave him, but they don’t understand anything about BDSM and Connor.”

  “The important thing is you’re happy with your life, honey,” Kal said. “You don’t have to live your life to please them. You just owe them respect as your parents.”

  Leigh leaned back against her, enjoying the feel of her strong, warm body. She savored it. It had been so long since Connor had just held her because he could.

  “What’s going on?” Connor asked as he walked into the kitchen.

  “Making dinner, Sir.” Leigh gave him a smile, but she didn’t move out of Kal’s arms. Her hold was warm as an electric blanket on a winter night. The kiss of her breath on her skin was a caress, and she felt as if this was where she belonged.

  “I see. Doesn’t look like much has been done, Leigh.” His gaze swept over the platter being put together.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She moved out of Kal’s arms.

  “What is wrong with you, Connor?” she asked when Leigh went to the fridge. “She’s worked all day, too, dumbass. Cut her some slack.” She kept her voice low so Leigh wouldn’t hear, but he glared at her.

  “Stay out of this.”

  “For this week, she’s mine, too, and you won’t treat her like that.” Kal turned to walk away and he grabbed her arm. She shook him off and glared at him. “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Would you like a beer, Sir? Something to drink, Mistress?”

  “I’d like some tea,” Kal told her. “You pour and I’ll finish up dinner. Pasta salad? Connor can you cut up some berries for the tray? And add grapes?”

  Connor took the beer Leigh handed him, but she kept her eyes averted. So, she had no idea if he was pissed enough to punish her later for not getting dinner ready quickly enough. He was strict with dinner most days because he didn’t often eat lunch.

  A grape bounced off Connor, and Leigh blinked as it hit the floor. She turned to find a smile breaking over Kal’s face and felt humor bubbling inside her, but she didn’t laugh as she turned back to Connor.

  It had been too long since they’d cooked together and made it a romantic moment within itself.

  “Ouch! What was that for?” Connor demanded.

  “I’m grouchy when I’m hungry,” Kal said and then grinned. Connor mad
e a face. Kal set the fruit on the center island counter where she and Leigh had been putting the tray together. Kal kissed Leigh’s lips, and emotion swelled in her chest.

  She wanted to melt into her, but it was that feeling of lightness and happiness that made her smile up at Kal.

  “Get my tea.” She moved to put on water for the pasta.

  Leigh chanced a look at Connor and relaxed, seeing that he had relaxed a little. She knew this was hard on him, and right now she felt supremely selfish for wanting what it hurt him to give her.

  They finished pulling dinner together and took it to the living room, where Leigh had spread out a blanket on the floor. On either side of her, Kal and Connor took their places. Leigh grimaced as she shifted and the butt plug moved inside her. It had been doing that since Kal put it in, and she was starting to get a little horny.

  Kal fed her a grape and murmured, “How’s that plug feeling, sweetheart?”

  She flushed lightly and smiled shyly. Kal’s eyes were like a caress across her face, and the playful look made her grin. “It feels good, Mistress,” she murmured.

  “I knew you’d like it,” she said and picked up a piece of pasta and fed it to Leigh.

  Leigh’s heart beat a little faster as their eyes held. She started to chew, and Kal leaned forward and licked a bit of the dressing from the corner of her mouth. Her breath caught at the flare of something so soft in Kal’s eyes she didn’t know what to call it, but it made her feel like she was on the edge of something new and powerful.

  Kal drew back and fed her a cherry tomato. “These are sweet as candy and so are you,” she murmured.

  Leigh closed her lips over the fruit, and the sweetness burst into her mouth. From her other side, she felt the heat of Connor as he shifted against her. Leigh looked away guiltily.

  Kal turned her gaze on a scowling Connor. She reached behind Leigh, her arm brushing against her back as Kal touched his arm. For Leigh, the contact was a searing touch that had her even more hyper aware of her new lover.

  “Sorry about the grape thing,” Kal said to him