Free The Muse by Meghan O'Brien

took her bottom lip between her teeth, then soothed the bruised skin with her tongue. “Your safe word is apple.”
    The introduction of a safe word—and a familiar one, at that—made Kate’s breath catch. She wouldn’t have thought it possible to be any more excited than she already was, but apparently she’d have been wrong. The knowing glint in Erato’s eye confirmed just how easily her muse could read her. Kate nodded. “Okay.”
    Erato released her hands with a stern look of warning to keep them in place. She trailed her right hand down the inside of Kate’s arm, to her shoulder, until finally she gripped her throat loosely. Then she looked over to Olive, whose mouth hung agape. “Have you read any of Kate’s work?”
    Olive shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
    “I highly recommend it. She really has a marvelous way with words.” Erato slid her hand down Kate’s throat, between her breasts, between her thighs. “And her stories are rather revealing, I dare say. It’s nice to know exactly what Kate wants, even if she’s reluctant to ask for it.”
    Before Kate could wonder what that meant, specifically, Erato had planted her knees on either side of Kate’s head. Not only did the position leave little doubt about her intentions, but it also made her choice of a safe word startlingly clear. Erato meant to reenact a threesome love scene from one of her early novels, in which the protagonist was made to pleasure one face-sitting lover while another forced her to orgasm again and again. Like many of the sex scenes she wrote, this one had started as a fantasy. In fact, it might have been the very fantasy behind her suggestion to try a threesome tonight.
    Kate licked her lips, breathing hard as she stared at Erato’s aroused sex hovering inches above her face. The thought of being smothered by that slick, fragrant flesh, of being rendered immobile and at the mercy of whatever Olive might want to do to her, made her so light-headed she couldn’t speak. Her characters always talked during sex. A lot, actually. Yet in this position, with Olive pushing her thighs apart and settling between them, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.
    Erato seized Kate’s chin. “I’m going to sit on your face, and you’re going to suck my pussy. Understand?”
    It could have been a line from one of her books. Most likely it was.
    Nodding, Kate looked down the length of her body and found Olive staring back. She wrapped her arms around Kate’s thighs, an almost predatory grin curling her lips. “I’ll just enjoy myself down here, if you don’t mind.”
    Kate finally found her voice. “I don’t.”
    Erato tightened her grip on her chin. “And Kate, I really want to feel you using your tongue. Please acknowledge that you understand.”
    “I do.” Between her legs, soft lips pressed against her labia in a sensual kiss. Kate tipped back her head to moan only to receive a mouthful of Erato, who was wet and swollen and so very responsive to the first tentative swipe of her tongue. With her head supported on a pillow, Kate felt comfortable as Erato settled her weight entirely on her face. She battled a slight moment of panic at being rendered so totally helpless, and by the way she was forced to moderate her breathing, but the sensation of Olive’s fingers and tongue exploring every inch of her sex helped distract her from the mildly claustrophobic experience of being sat upon. Eager to please Erato, she focused on licking and sucking the silky, sweet flesh in her mouth.
    “In a moment I’m going to lift myself up.” She assumed it was Erato’s hands that caressed her breasts, then twisted her nipples until she moaned—but not knowing for sure was an incredible turn-on. “I want you to take a moment to breathe, and then you’re going right back to work. Got it?”
    Kate nodded and mumbled her agreement into Erato’s wetness. When Erato rose onto her knees, she gulped for air and raised her head,