Gift Me

Megan Landon
8 min readMar 28, 2024

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“I want you to tie me up. Exposed. Spread out. Ready to use.”

Mckenna knelt naked before Luke on the cushions he had lain out for her. Dressed in a casual tunic and lounge pants, he knelt on the floor in front of her.

“You want me to share you,” he said, confirming her words.

Her nod was slight, her blush vibrant. She looked down beneath fluttering lashes. Her acquiescent demeanor stoked the heat in his chest.

“Words,” he urged.

“Yes, sir.”

He clenched his fist. He didn’t want to share. A jealousy he was not accustomed to raged up in him. Hell, he’d double-teamed women before. Sometimes with his old partner, before the man had gotten married. There was always a woman wanting to be flown by the two top pilots on the space station. It wasn’t taboo. It was always fun. They had always made sure their playmate was thoroughly pleasured. Yet hearing Mckenna sweetly whisper what she wanted made his gut tighten.

Her lashes fluttered when her eyes came up to meet his. She watched him, gauging his reaction. Was she worried he’d judge her? He’d proven himself beyond that from day two.

“Who with?” Xander? A pang of resentment echoed in his chest. Did she want him? Of course, she wanted him. She was always naked in front of him. He was their D/s coach for fuck’s sake.

She paused for a long moment. He held both of her hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze, prompting her to continue.

She watched his face as she said softly, “It doesn’t matter.”

He had to work to keep his reaction from showing, but he was surprised.
“Not Xander?”

“Yes, probably him. He’s safe, and we can trust him.”

“But it doesn’t matter,” he confirmed.

She nodded and scooted forward, closer to him, her knees between his thighs on the ground, her feet still on the cushions.

“I don’t have to know who it is.” Her gaze fixed on his. “It can be a stranger, as long as it’s someone you trust.”

He watched her. His jaw unclenched as the tension eased a little. She wasn’t asking permission to fuck Xander, not that permission was his to give. His jealousy gave way to curiosity.

“I want to be strapped down,” she said. “I need to know that you trust who it is. I’m trusting you.”

He traced her arms with his fingers and allowed his gaze to drop to her pert breasts.

“I want you to tie me down.”

He tilted his head a little and ran his hands up to her shoulders. He rested them there and traced her jawline with his thumbs before moving his hands to loosely collar her neck. He wrapped his long fingers around to her nape and gently kneaded her scalp. The contact relaxed him as much as it did her.

“My fantasy?” she asked, reminding him that he had asked her to tell him a fantasy.

He nodded, encouraging her.

“I want you to gift me.”

This time he didn’t hide his surprise.

“I want you to tie me up. Exposed. Spread out. Ready to use.”

He returned to tracing her jawline lightly and then drew his hands forward to her collar bones, taking a minute to process her words. She wriggled under his touch, but she focused on his face.

“Put me in any position you want. I want to be at your mercy, your toy. Your possession. Something to be given away.”

“It doesn’t matter who?”

She nodded.

“Words,” he prompted.

“Yes,” she obeyed. “I’ll be blindfolded, so I won’t know who it is.”

She was watching his expression, which must have turned dark.

“I’ll still be yours.” She spoke as if it were decided. She knew he’d do it for her. “You’ll like it,” she added.

He refrained from shaking his head ‘no.’ He wanted to avoid giving any indication that he didn’t want to share, but he was failing. She thought she was convincing him to have a threesome, but his reticence was over sharing her.

This whole … arrangement? … had always been about satisfying her fantasies. He had offered to be her guide in the process. He had seen her visions of being penetrated every which way during the intuitive integration phase of their training. He knew it was her fantasy. The images had heated him. But that was before. Now, after having her, the same fantasies caught him by surprise.

“Dress me any way you like. I like that it would be a stranger. You decide. Someone with rough hands.”

She was describing Xander, whether she realized it or not. Luke did want her to experience this. He had experienced it with other partners, after all. He imagined her light radiating from the ecstasy of it.

“Truss me up the way you like. Bared. Ready to be used,” she whispered.

“You liked being tied up when Kamura came in the room, didn’t you?” he asked, remembering the night he’d tied her up naked and left her exposed as punishment for wandering off into the restricted area and putting herself in danger. The night Kamura had paid him a visit, Mckenna was left to feel the eyes of their visitor on her body. Luke had seen her body react, though her face had been hidden beneath a hood. Her body had flushed. She had grown wetter.

“You liked being on display.”

She nodded shyly.

“Words,” he ordered, his voice dropping an octave.

“Yes,” she whispered.

She stood on her knees and sidled closer to him, still pressing her belly against his chest, her breasts at mouth level.

He vaguely recalled Xander talking about topping from the bottom. This was textbook topping from the bottom. He decided he had no problem with it, but he would be happy to punish her for it just the same. He made a mental note to punish her later.

“Where will I be?” he asked, kissing one breast then licking the nipple of the other.

“Watching.”

His hands slid from her shoulders down the front of her body, over her breasts. She shivered at his caress as his hands continued to her hips.

“I want you to prepare your gift. Spank me. Tease me. Warm me up before you let him play with me. Tell me that I’m a dirty whore. That you’re doing it to remind me that I’m your fuck toy to use as you like.”

She shuddered and tried to spread her legs, but he held them pinned together between his knees.

“You’re going to want me ready. Pinch my nipples. Spank my tits to make them blush. Make them sensitive. Decorate my body. Clamp my nipples with pretty clamps.”

She tentatively raised her hands to rest on his shoulders. When he didn’t refuse her, her hands settled and gripped him.

He was at her mercy, he realized. Whatever she wanted, he thought as he looked up into her earnest face. He nibbled playfully, teasing her nipple.
He slid his hands around her hips, then around to her backside.

“You want your gift to be wet and ready to share. You’ll spank my pussy,” she said, leaning into him. She locked eyes with him and whispered, “That makes me wet.”

Her shyness was gone. She was describing the scene for him.

“You’ll take the stainless steel plug. The one that took weeks to work up to. Slide it in my pussy and fuck me with it. When it’s wet enough, slide it in my ass. At first, just slide the tip in and out. Fuck me with it.”

She was no longer whispering. Her voice was low and husky. A sexy sound he wanted to hear more of. The pressure in his cock pulsed furiously, making it hard to focus on her fantasy. But he didn’t want to miss a single word.

“Then slide it in all the way inside me. Get my fuck hole ready for anyone who wants to use it.”

She was hypnotizing him with her words.

“Spank the plug to punish me. Remind me that I’m your dirty whore. That you can use me any way you want. And you can let anyone else use my holes if you want. Your property. Your fuck toy. Yours.” The last word she whispered in his ear.

She was panting, trying to grind against him, but he kept her legs pinned together. Her only relief came from behind, where his fingers stroked her. She pressed her ass further back against him, exposing herself as much as her pinned legs permitted.

She was slick. He spread her moisture from her dripping cunt to her asshole. He loved her ass. Every part of it.

“You’ll join in if you want. Any way you want.”

He pressed his hands against her ass, massaging and squeezing her firm, ripe globes. He spread her ass cheeks wide so the cool air caressed her wet heat. So perfect in his hands. She rocked her hips, pressing herself against his hands. He stroked that perfect fuck hole with his fingertips.

“Stars! Watch them lash my ass and thighs,” she was panting as she urged him on frantically, “turn my skin the fiery pink you like. Pinch my nipples. Spank my tits. Grab my hair and fuck my mouth. Use all my holes. A sex toy.” The words tumbled out of her luscious mouth in a rush of confessed need.

Her forehead was pressed against his, her eyes closed, her elbows on his shoulders. She stretched like a cat.

“Use me to pay a debt. Settle a bet. Yours.”

He could never reduce her to a sex toy. Could he give her this fantasy?
She’d be blindfolded. He could imagine it.

He groaned. He was easing into the idea of sharing. It wouldn’t be sharing so much as introducing a new toy to their play. Something to satisfy her filthy fucking needs. A walking, talking dildo with hands and a mouth to take her to another level. He could sit back and watch her be pleasured. He vaguely wondered if he could find a sex bot at the club to keep in their quarters. His quarters. Their quarters?

“You can watch. I’m your gift to give. Or share. You decide.”

He loved watching her ride the mounted dildo, forcing her to fuck herself on it until she came. She came so hard for him when he watched. When she came fast, he liked to reward her with his cock. He loved that game.

She moaned. She rubbed her breasts across his face, urging him to take her in his mouth again, writhing against him.

He would give her leave to fuck herself on him. To use his cock the way she wanted him to use her. Bottom-up topping suited him just fine. He was not a tough Master.

“You can let him decide how you both use my cunt, my mouth, my ass.

Spank my pussy. Fuck my ass with a dildo while you two discuss solar storms over my well-fucked body.”

She was panting. She was pure animal lust writhing in his arms, describing one of her many gloriously filthy fantasies. He loved her imagination.

“Or let him fill me with cum and leave me there, used. Sit back and sip whiskey while you watch me dripping from my ass.”

Only he was privy to this dirty, secret side of her. Her trust gave him power.

“Take my cock out,” he grunted at her, barely able to form the words.

She released the fastening on his pants and slipped her hand in to release his cock.

“Stroke it,” he ordered as they both watched her wrap both hands around his throbbing length.

“Your mouth,” he croaked out as he slipped his pants down to give her unencumbered access.

He knew he would offer her to Xander. Xander was a Master. He would use her gratefully, worship her, and honor the gift that she was.

Mckenna never needed to know who it was.

As her luscious lips kissed the head of his cock, he dropped his head back.

He would give this woman anything she wanted.

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Megan Landon
Megan Landon

Written by Megan Landon

Megan Landon writes steamy fantasy and sci-fi romance. Find Meg's books, art, and more at meganlandon.com.

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