“Yeah. I get that. Kneeling there in that white dress, she looks like she’s been in a nunnery for most of her life. I’d like to strip her too. Just make sure when she leaves the room she’s showing more flesh. Come on. Let’s go meet Damien and his sub, Kat.”
The blatant male assessment of my body, awakened me. My nipples stood to attention and rubbed on the fabric as I stood. No bra, so everything wobbled when I moved—the penalties of being full-breasted.
I followed, walking again past the crowd, trying to be small and unnoticed and simply the submissive who followed Klaus. This seemed as surreal as the last month. How had I ended up here? And who was waiting for us upstairs? What would they do to me? Klaus hadn’t discussed a thing. That was normal for us, but here? No.
Yet again, I liked that he hadn’t asked what I wanted, but it scared me too. Having sex with another man, another woman, not normal at all. But…I watched the steps as we ascended…it aroused me. God. This could be amazing.
Feminine squeals and the smacking sound of hand on flesh echoed from somewhere above.
Upstairs was a balcony overlooking below and a small lounge with a huge square window that showed blackness, a hallway with four rooms, and from the glimpse through a doorway, a bathroom. This wasn’t a small or cheap house. I didn’t know what Moghul did for a living, but he had a lot more money than I did. Oodles more. We went to the end door. Inside was a huge king-size bed, a door that might lead to an en-suite bathroom, and a low square table with two tan leather sofas in an L-shape. A breeze blew in, rattling the propped-open French doors and blowing the cream curtain into the room. Though Moghul stepped over and shut the doors, what really grabbed my attention were the man and woman on one of the sofas.
“Damien, Kat, this is Klaus and his submissive, Jodie.” By the time they’d nodded back, Moghul was at the door. I heard it click shut.
She, a cute blonde with bright pink streaks, was draped across his lap with her ass glowing nicely red. I knew who’d been squealing. Kat. Her hair was in pigtails and her figure curvaceous. I’d never had any trouble admiring women and the thought we might do something to each other already had me buzzing. Like many of the Doms, Damien was dressed in jeans and shirt; his shirt was pastel orange, of all things. Kat had on a black corset with cherries on it, lacy stockings and garters plus that bright red hand print on one butt cheek to match the cherries.
“Klaus.” The accent was European for sure. And Damien’s cropped blond hair bore that out. He had a Scandinavian look to him. A neat, strong-featured man.
Only Klaus had got that nod from Damien. Something told me I was the least person in this room—at the bottom of the pecking order and about to be pecked. From beside me I heard Klaus inhale deeply.
“Hi. Kat is your submissive?”
Huh. Obvious. The woman did have the handprint from the spanking.
“Most of the time, yes. Sometimes, we switch. And…” Damien eyed me. “She loves topping other women. Even gets quite into the S and m. You good with that? All of us domming Jodie?”
“Sure,” Klaus replied.
What? I snapped a glance at him. That expression—slightly fearsome, and he saw me looking and lifted one corner of his mouth as he returned the stare. Already I could tell he was thinking of devious things. A shiver took me. I squeezed closed my eyes then was shocked by his big hand grabbing the back of my neck.
“Keep your eyes and mouth shut,” he whispered harshly right in my ear. His hot breath coasted over my skin, sending a shiver down my neck.
God. Klaus had stepped into his Master persona. His bag of toys smacked to the floor.
“Come outside on the balcony so we can talk.” That was to Damien. “But first.” His hand forced me to kneel and I hit the carpet with my hands to stop my fall. He growled to me. “Put your wrists crossed over at your back.” I did so, aware of my breasts arching outward. “Stay.”
“Can Kat touch her?” Damien’s voice.
“Sure. Whatever she wants. No undressing though. We can keep an eye on them. Let’s talk about what you’d like to do to her.”
Fuck. To me. I got so wet so suddenly it shocked me.
I was perversely proud that Klaus, the newcomer, had taken charge. But then Damien was a switch, a sometimes submissive. Did that make him weaker? I didn’t know, but he was no match for my Master.
The slide of a body on leather then feet padding on carpet warned me Kat approached.
So vulnerable—not seeing. I almost turned to look but… Eyes closed, remember? I didn’t want to disobey Klaus.
“Hi there, sweetie.” Her silky voice glided smooth as syrup from behind me.
Something about the tone of it pricked me awake. Danger.
I felt her hand in the middle of my back—small compared to Klaus and gentle, barely noticeable. For a while she was just there, stroking me, feeling me all over, down over the mounds of my ass, around my waist and then all over my back again. Relaxing yet arousing.
She continued softly, “We can be friends later. I’m nice when you get to know me, but I’m not when I’m in Dommy mode, not when I have a girl like this. You know. Fresh meat.”
I shuddered, felt the early swell of lust.
“You’re new, aren’t you? I promise I can be careful. We’ll see what your Dom will let us do. Damien and I are sooo grateful you two came along. Now tonight will be way more fun.”
She moved both her hands to my shoulders then her chin rested near the angle of neck and shoulder. Her tongue slowly licked my ear lobe for a few strokes before she sucked it into her mouth and nibbled. Warm, and with her moist little breath huffing in my ear, I wanted to squirm.
I’d never even been touched by a woman before, not in this sexual way, but having her touch me and also want to do things to me, like Klaus…it sent me soaring.
“You know we’re all going to dominate you. Damien will Dom me, but tonight, you are ours.” Her knee and thigh edged between my legs and pushed into me.
Jesus. I could nearly come from the idea alone. I rocked into her thigh, letting out a soft, barely-there groan.
“You like?” Kat laughed and licked my ear once. The soft play turned into a hard bite at the same time as she snaked her arms around me. One arm, set below my breasts like a bar, pulled me to her. With her other hand she found my breast, and pinched. Her finger and thumb hit my nipple dead center.
The needle trauma from three days ago arced into prominence—pain screwed in. I squealed and automatically swept my hands around to grab at her.
“Stop!” A deep, gnarly voice that vibrated with force—Klaus.
I froze, caught in a riptide of emotions. Fear. Excitement. Anticipation. And my clit throbbed. I couldn’t deny that. I had a hate-love relationship with Klaus and his punishments. I hadn’t heard them come back. From the sound and close scent of him, he’d squatted before me.
“Open your eyes.”
I did, staring unblinking into his, and at the sculpted line of his lips as he spoke.
“Did you do bad?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Say that to Kat.”
Kat, who’d let go of my nipple when Klaus snapped at me. I grinned inside, amused he’d done that to her. I’d bet he scared her too.
I inclined my head so I could glimpse her. “I’m sorry I moved, Kat.” And I was. But I wasn’t. But I was. Fuck. Messed up. If I was this bad already, what would the rest of the night hold?
Her breasts moved against my back as she inhaled. “That’s okay, darling, I’ll make you pay later.”
“Now, bad girl.” Klaus deliberately reached in very slowly and, while spearing me with his gaze, took hold of both my nipples through the cloth. “Up.”
The pain screeched into molten but I only hissed and scrambled to my feet. He released my nipples, leaving them pulsing, aching. The muscles of his face stirred, and that harsh mask he wore when he wanted to hurt me flickered, and went away. “Good?” he ground out.
He was asking? Was he asking if I was good, as in okay?
I poised there, stunned, swaying. I’d never seen this before, not in the middle of a scene. The sadistic Klaus was always on during play. I summoned a nod.
Like storm clouds covering the sky, He returned, and Klaus moved back a step, then circled behind me. “Arms by your sides, Jodie.”
“She’s well trained for only a month.” Damien had been a step behind Klaus. His hands rested casually on his hips, making his shirt stretch across his chest and his biceps stand out. He had muscles, but I was sure Klaus could take him easily.
Eh. I had this odd need to see Klaus as the best. I guess I was proud of him. I guess…because he was mine, the same as I was his.
Damn.
That was it. I’d been so blind. All I needed was to find a place we were both happy. I was abruptly ice-blindingly clear on that. This, tonight, was his way of finding that place. He knew, like I did, that we needed each other now. Interdependent. Not just me as his. Klaus was mine. My Dom, my Master. Mine.
He’d said long ago that all I wanted was to fuck him. He’d been right. I’d kept my distance from really being with him, fended him off with excuses. Now, we had more. Not just S and m and kink, but a way of feeling, of being, that matched. I would kiss the very ground he walked on to be with him.
And he felt the same. I was certain.
But really, we had this now. It wasn’t a matter of finding. We had it. We only needed to fine tune. When this was done, I would kneel at his feet and tell him so. Men were sometimes stupid. I would tell him and we’d sort this out slowly. We’d get there in the end.
Tears welled. I blinked them back.
“Well-trained? Yes, she is. I’m going to present her to you. If you could both sit on the couch?”
“Course I can.” Kat strolled to the couch Damien had chosen, turned quickly, and flopped back into it. After flicking her pigtails aside, Damien draped his arm around her, over her neck. She toyed with his fingers while smiling at me, predatory-like.
The woman had balls. I was riveted. Her and Klaus seemed even chances for planning evilness tonight.
“You’d better watch her,” Klaus said quietly to me. “I will be.”
Before he could say more, Kat growled out a question. “What can I do to her, Sir?” That was a feminine, kitty cat growl—one that had crawled up my spine and heated me, and scared me too.
“I want to eat her all up.” She blatantly studied my lower half. “I want to make her eat me. I want to spank her and other things, and I really want watch you two fuck her.”
Damien chuckled. “Hell, woman. You’re no sub tonight.”
“For you I am, Sir.” She kissed his hand. “But for her I’m all Domme.”
I swallowed. I wasn’t allowed to answer her. And if I had been, I would’ve stayed mute.
“I’ll watch you, Kat. I’ll stop you if you go too far. Now, let’s get started.” Klaus murmured.
He shifted the big square coffee table away. Then, with his hand at my back he urged me forward until I stood before the two of them. The bright look in Kat’s eyes and the slow lick of her tongue across her lips made me think of a kid about to get an ice cream.
Damien smirked. “How about you tie her hands together since she can’t keep them down? I want to be able to get at her without being clawed.”
“Good suggestion.”
While I watched nervously, Klaus unpacked a heap of gear from his bag and laid everything in a row. With the cuffs and my collar in hand, he came back.
“Not using rope?” Damien sat forward. “I like rope. It looks good against women’s skin.”
While he fastened the cuffs to my ankles, Klaus replied, “No. I like these. Easy to get off in a hurry. In case…” He held my ankle in his fist a moment, warm, firm, and mmm, good. My pussy clenched. “In case something happens.”
“Yeah, I get that. It’s safer and quicker, but I still like my rope. You should come to a class sometime.” Damien patted Kat’s shoulder. “Kat likes rope too, on her. Says it makes her feel more held down.”
“Yeah, it’s good.” She was watching Klaus work at putting all the leather on me. “But this is good too.”
The collar was fastened and buckled. I shut my eyes and breathed. Oh. Yes.
Amusement colored Kat’s voice. “The collar, she likes that a lot. I can see it on her face.” She leaned toward me and whispered, “I’ll bet that got you wet, girl.”
“How about you find out.” Klaus pulled my hands behind me and clipped my wrists together. He made me shuffle closer, closer. I resisted a little, scuffing my feet. This was like entering a dragon’s cave.
“Don’t be shy. This is what you want.” Kat bit her lip—such square white teeth—I couldn’t look away. “You want us to make you do the naughtiest things. Come to me.”
Damien watched her and me, fascinated, and terribly amused. I could see his cock straining at his pants. Another man, another woman. Frick.
A soft kiss on my neck stirred goose bumps to life all down my arms. “Isn’t she a little picture of purity, Kat, Damien. All in white, with just a torn dress to say maybe there’s more to her. I’ll hold her still.” His words pattered out like falling rain. I listened to the warm timbre, inches away, coaxing, mesmerizing me. He gripped my arms at the elbow, and made me take that last step.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Smiling, and careful as a horse trainer gentling a new filly, Kat reached out and touched inside my knee then trailed her fingers upward, upward. With her other hand she inched the dress up my thighs until she had it pushed to crotch level. Then she slid her hand between my legs.
I stopped breathing. I’m sure my eyes widened and I definitely quivered. Heat rushed down there.
“Ooo. Look at that blush. Wow, sweetie, this is early days too. The shit we are going to do to you.” Kat stroked a finger, up and down my cleft. “She is sweet. God, I’m getting so hot looking at you, feeling your pussy.”
“Put your finger inside her and lick her.” Damien urged Kat forward then leaned his elbows on his knees.
“In my own time. I’m in no hurry. Who wants to hurry a gourmet meal? Well?” She addressed me. “Do you want my tongue on you, in you? Hmm? I can do amazing things to girls.”
I was starting to believe that.
Up and down, then around my clit her finger was going, round and round, brushing me, tantalizing. And speaking of tongues, the tip of hers emerged and cruised wetly along her lip as she concentrated on my face. I don’t think she realized, but I did. I watched her moist flicking tongue, and she fiddled with me down there more.
I choked out a small noise when she ran that finger straight over that little sexual button. Press me, turn me on. My eyelids fluttered lower. My thighs squeezed on her hand. If she kept up that dirty talk while playing with me I was going to come.
“Let’s show them some more of you.” Klaus let go of my elbows and smoothed his hands around me until he reached my breasts. There was Kat, playing, keeping me on the boil so bad I was thrusting onto her hand just a tiny amount, and now Klaus undid all my buttons to my waist, and pulled the neckline of the dress down, exposing my breasts.
Gently, he circled my nipples, and tugged on them. I groaned. One of them circling my clit, Klaus leaning over me, watching his own hands, and Kat staring up, also watching.
“She’s going to come soon.” The couch creaked. Damien stood.
“Is she?” Kat asked, smiling. “That’s my girl. Show me what you do when you come.”
My breathing had turned to pants, my thighs strained forward. Touch me. I wanted her fingers to do more, just a little, more.
I hadn’t seen him come closer, but Damien was there beside me, crouching.
“Suck on her.” Klaus took his hand away and Damien instead took hold, gripping my breast rather than cupping it. His hand was calloused. While I was processing how all of them were playing with a different part of me, he lowered his head and drew my nipple
into the hot cavern of his mouth.
“Oh.” I gasped and held my breath, looking down. I felt my panties drawn down my legs. Kat slipped her fingers straight up inside me, spearing in, slowly fucking me with them. I parted my legs as much as I could, feeling her hands dragging against my inner thighs as she thrust into me.
The liquid craving of an orgasm pumped higher with each drive of her fingers and each suck of Damien’s mouth. Klaus tugged on my other nipple. Muscles tensed. The awesome constriction at my wrists, fed into the maelstrom. Sensations circled, whirling.
“Now,” Kat murmured from below. “You’re there. You’re there, sweetheart. Show me how you come.”
Enthralled, I saw her move, and she put her mouth onto me, covered my clit in that warm wetness and dragged her tongue up and over. Soft, firm, fucking hot.
I arched, and cried out, open-mouthed, ripping molten and seething into the little explosion of an orgasm. My thighs tightened and I leaned back into Klaus as pleasure rippled outward from where she’d buried her mouth. Her continued sucking trapped me there, rapt in the sensations of the climax.
While I was barely aware, before I could register another thought, Klaus pulled my panties off, and made me stumble to the end of the couch where he bent me ass-up over the arm.
I was still quivering from coming when he began to slam his hand onto my ass. No preamble, no preparation, I cried a little at the first then mewed some more with each following blow. Damien grabbed my hair and laughed at my wriggling and noises. The couch shifted and creaked and I thought I saw Kat go by. There was a pause in the blows. A small hand caressed my burning skin then parted the cheeks of my ass. Coldness drizzled on me. I knew what that meant and pulled on my wrist cuffs then twisted, trying to get up. It was instinctive, I knew it wouldn’t work, but I tried.
“Oh no.” Kat had that smile in her tone. “You’re not getting away, pretty thing. You got her Damien?”
“Sure have.” His hand screwed tighter in my hair. “Do what you want back there.”
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