Wishful Sinful [REVISED]

Part 11: The Ties That Bind

Author's Note: So, this is the actual, second, extra-spicy chapter, though the last one definitely had its moments, too. But I don't think it's going to get wilder than this, heading forward. LOL. This is the last bonus Friday section, but I might possibly add some song lyrics bonus content. I realize this section runs a little long, but there wasn't a good, natural stopping point before its conclusion. Enjoy!

Haven hung her head, her red and black hair occasionally still dripping like wet paint down her body. "I'm sorry, Jared. I haven't been very nice to you recently. But Dorian hasn't been this attached to someone else in awhile, and I guess I felt threatened."

"That was a beautiful and heartfelt apology," Lenore conceded, "but could you get dressed please? Like, now?"

"Sorry," she repeated. "Hey, whatever happened to my panties?"

"I gave them to Jared. They're in the back pocket of his jeans."

"Not like I don't need a fresh pair, anyway. I was just curious," she added, grabbing the gray duffel bag she'd carried up the night before and hoisting it onto the empty bed. "Zebra dress?" she asked, pulling out a very skimpy garment and holding it up to her body.

"Probably not tonight, darling," Dorian replied.

"Don't you have something basic? And preferably a bit modest? It's cruel to go out of your way to look sexy around Jared when he's tied down and helpless. And apparently horny as a motherfucker."

She sighed. "You're right. Jeans and a t-shirt, it is."

Lenore nodded. "Thank you."

Dorian likewise dug through his bags and dressed hastily in black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and a long-sleeve charcoal gray shirt.

Lenore then picked up the sheet Jared had flung aside and flicked it up and over him. His skin was so sensitized, the sensation of the sheet settling over him was enough to make his cock respond. He moaned in frustration, as he throbbed against the tight lacing of the harness.

Then, Lenore was leaning over him, her hand pressed to his face. "You okay there, boy?"

"It hurts," he said.

All three of them shared a look.

"He spoke! Is he coming out of it, you think? What hurts, bud?" Lenore asked.

Jared blushed. "Where I'm harnessed. God, the sheet felt so good settling over me, like being caressed all over all at once by a thousand hands. I need..."

Lenore removed her hand. "Hm. Yeah, can't help you there. What's the verdict, Dorian? Is he sober?"

Dorian ran his hand through the spikes in his hair. "Difficult to say. It comes in waves. This could just be a singular lucid moment, like the eye of a storm."

"Well...so, what do we do? Do we keep him tied down a bit longer and see what happens?" she asked.

"I would say that's a wise precaution," Dorian said. "Though I hate to see him suffer."

"Right. Well. Hm. I'm going to...go, then. Take a shower, brush my teeth, get properly dressed. Come and get me after...you know."

"Someone please touch me already," Jared begged. "I need it. My skin feels so tight on my bones. Like it's ready to rip open."

"Dude, that's like the least sexy thing you could've possibly said. But I shall leave you to it," Lenore quipped, then left in the direction of the master bath.

"I fondled Lenore," Jared mumbled, once she was out of earshot. "God, I'm such a dick. She was just trying to comfort me."

Haven and Dorian exchanged a glance, then both sat down on the bed, on either side of him. "You also made a move on me in front of her," Haven reminded him.