Coming Clean

by C. L. Parker

  Boldly—damn boldly—I held his gaze as I reached behind my neck and undid the clasp there. The bodice of the dress fell forward to expose my bare breasts.

  “Exquisite,” Katya whispered.

  Of two things I was sure. One, I was definitely overdressed. Two, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.

  Shaw smirked. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Doc.” He nodded toward the dressing screen in the corner, silently telling me to finish the job.

  I did. And I did it slowly, knowing my shadow was likely playing across the thin, white dressing screen, thanks to the light of the fire behind me courteously keeping my naked body warm. Draping my dress over the screen, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. Confidence was a thing the other two people in the room had in spades. Too bad I couldn’t borrow some of it. If I were going to keep up with them, I’d have to dig down deep into my reserves. This was a test that needed to be aced; not unlike finals in college or the bar exam or packing up to leave my family and home behind to venture into the unknown; not unlike having to prove myself in the realm of sports agents, dominated by men. I’d succeeded in all those things. I would succeed in this, too. So with my head held high and my shoulders back, I took the first step forward. And then another and another until I was facing the man I loved and the woman who confounded my natural instincts.

  Shaw’s jacket and tie had been removed, the first two buttons of his shirt unfastened, and his sleeves rolled up. He’d been pacing the floor but became frozen in his tracks when he registered my appearance. That hungry look was in his piercing blue eyes as his gaze raked me over. He was ready, anxious, even.

  Katya crossed the room, circling me with her slow perusal. Goosebumps spread out over my exposed skin, gone as quickly as they’d come. “You are so beautiful, Cassidy,” she said, stopping before me.

  “I’ve told her the same thing.” Shaw’s voice was deep and filled with pride.

  “Thank you,” I said, because what else was I supposed to say to that? “Um, what do you want me to do now?”

  She took my hand—hers, warm and soft—and the contact sent a bit of something-wicked-this-way-comes rolling through my veins. Guiding me toward the table, she swept her arm over it like Vanna White showcasing a prize to be won. There was a pillow at the head now, draped in white silk that matched the sheet covering the red leather. And then Katya stopped once I was in front of the steps.

  “I don’t understand,” I said, watching Shaw as he went to stand at the foot of the table.

  I could feel the satiny smoothness of her blouse on my naked back when she pressed against me to whisper into my ear, “You are the dessert, darling girl. Positively scrumptious,” she drew out.

  Shiver, shiver, shiiiiver…

  “Come now. Step up. Carefully.” I took my cue, gingerly placing one foot at a time on the steps as I climbed to the top like a virgin sacrifice being guided to lie on an altar.

  Once I got comfortable with my head on the pillow, Katya smoothed my hair against the silk, and then she went to my feet. “Excuse me,” she said, edging past Shaw.

  After a series of movements later, the bottom part of the table dropped out from under my legs, and my heart soared into my throat. I snapped my head up to see what was going on. What happened next was far too familiar in an unfamiliar sort of way. Stirrups appeared from the table, and then my feet were lifted one at a time and placed in them.

  My breath hitched and the already erratic thumping of my heart intensified with the knowledge that my very private parts were on display, just hanging out there in the open in the most vulnerable state they could be. My knees slammed shut.

  Shaw cleared his throat, watching me for any sign of distress, so I relaxed, giving him nothing to find.

  I could feel the heat of Katya’s gaze on my core, her rapt fascination with everything female about me nerve-racking and arousing at the same time. “Such a pretty little pussy,” she said, still admiring the view. “So pink and juicy. I envy you.”

  She envied me? Katya was sex and sex was Katya. I appreciated her kind words, but—

  “You should envy me,” Shaw said. “Now, if you will excuse me…”

  Oh. She’d been talking to him.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” she told him, going to the side and pulling open a drawer. “Not before you don these.” She held up the blindfold in one hand and what looked to be earplugs in the other.

  Shaw took the earplugs, turning them over in his hands. “Why do I need these?”

  “I have no doubt that you are quite skilled, Mr. Matthews, but imagine with me for a moment the sort of pride that would be had knowing that you brought your lover to orgasm with no other cue than her body. With the absence of sight and sound, imagine how sweet your reward would taste.”

  With no further argument, he plugged his ears and nodded in her direction to do the honors with the blindfold.

  Katya gave me a conspiratorial wink and then covered his eyes, taking care to also cover his ears and the plugs before securing it behind his head. When she was done, she guided him to stand between the stirrups with his hands placed on my legs. Coming back around to my head and taking her seat, she leaned in to whisper, “Anything we say now will only be between us. I have but one final touch to add,” she said with a bit of sin in her voice as she dangled yet another blindfold for me to see. It would be the last thing I saw before this session was through. I think I was relieved by the notion. “Lift your head for me, darling.”

  I did as she asked, relishing the darkness that followed when the blindfold found its place and was secured.

  “Did you know that when one sense is removed, the others become intensified?” She was so close I could feel the heat of her body warming mine.

  I swallowed thickly, knowing the sensation was proof of what she’d said. “Yes.”

  “Your taste on his tongue, the smell of your arousal will be heady, rich, and dark. He will never forget it.” She inhaled deeply as if scenting me for herself. I felt the release of her breath on my neck, and my breasts drew tight. Katya noticed. “Your nipples are so pert, Cassidy. I believe they, like you, are eager to please me, no?”

  Shaw’s hands were on my knees then, and with a quick snap, they were pushed open. I gasped another “Yes…”

  “Bon appétit, Mr. Matthews,” she said in a low voice, though he couldn’t hear her. He also couldn’t hear the grin in her voice, but I could.

  A warm, wet sensation centered on my core with a firmness that caused me to cry out. Actually cry out, which was something I never did. My back arched off the table, but Katya was still at my ear with an apparent intention to stay there and talk me through the rest of the session.

  “Very good, beautiful girl. Your senses react well to your lover. I do not believe this will take long at all. You have a body made for coming.”

  Shaw’s tongue swirled my clit again and again as he gave a ravenous groan before he sucked it between his lips to torture me with rapid lashes. Oh, holy hell, she was right: it wasn’t going to take long at all.

  He was feasting on my flesh, a man starved and deciding to forgo all decorum to eat straight from the plate in order to capture every morsel and drip of gravy on his tongue. My head slammed back when two fingers slid inside me, leaving me moaning and writhing on the table.

  “Mmm, a good finger fuck will make you come so hard you will squirt,” Katya said. “I can only imagine how tight,” she enunciated the T’s, “that pretty little cunt is, how the walls must be milking his fingers even as his tongue laves your clit.”

  I moaned again, reaching for his head but stopped short when Katya put her hands on my shoulders to still me. “No. Do not give him direction. Let him do this on his own.”

  Shaw’s knuckles pounded against my pussy over and over again, his fingers reaching as deep as he could get them and the tips provoking the patch of ultra-sensitive nerves at my deepest core. His full mouth was on me—lips, tongue, and teeth—and he was showing no mercy
with the nip, lick, and suck. Jesus, I was going to break apart at the seams. My back arched off the table, all sense of shame gone in the wake of the pleasure that succumbing served up. Back and forth, I undulated, riding Shaw’s fingers and face to a rhythm he’d set.

  “Oh, how you move,” Katya said, coming so close that her lips grazed my ear. “I see you. Your beautiful breasts are begging for attention, and that glorious bundle of nerves is swollen, ready to burst in his mouth. You make me squirm in my seat, Cassidy. I am so well pleased by you that I believe I will have to let Nikola fuck me on this very table once you leave. I wonder what image I will see when I close my eyes. I wonder”—she paused, her voice growing more seductive with her next words—“can you imagine him fucking me now?”

  As if her words had been a spell she’d conjured—or more likely I was simply highly open to suggestion from this woman—I could see it as clearly as if it were happening right in front of me. Katya lying naked where I now lay, her full breasts on display with what I imagined to be large, tan nipples, a natural arc to her back courtesy of the firm, round ass holding it aloft, and her legs spread with her feet in the stirrups, still wearing those fuck-me heels. And Nikola, broad and muscular, a gentle giant now pounding into his boss with every tendon taut, every vein bulging with his surging blood.

  Her words and the implanted image started a chain reaction that I would likely feel guilty about later, but I didn’t have the presence of mind to feel anything other than everything in that moment. Because I was coming, and, Jesus Christ, it was the most intense sensation I’d ever felt. I’d come hundreds, maybe even thousands of times in my life—Shaw was an orgasm specialist—but this? This was different. The warmth that surged from that mysterious place in my body wasn’t merely a sensation attached to a bit of natural lubrication. This time it was a gush of liquid that spilled from my nether region, soaking the silk sheet beneath me.

  “Oh, my God!” I called out at the top of my lungs as the pressure kept shoving the wetness forward.

  Shaw was still there, drinking me down with a moan like that of a man who’d never eaten pussy before and had just found out it was his absolute most favorite thing in the world. My orgasm compounded over and over again to the point that it was too much to be contained and I wasn’t sure if my body, mind, or soul could or would survive it.

  “Feel it,” Katya urged me. “Let it consume you. Let it become you.”

  As if the lid had suddenly blown off a container under pressure, the most euphoric sensation I’d ever experienced exploded and radiated from my center and through my limbs, obliterating every molecule of my makeup like a supersonic blast wave. It was quite plausible that light shot out of my fingertips, but with the blindfold still blocking my sight, I’d never be certain.

  “Fuck this,” I heard Shaw growl. Not angry. More desperate.

  In my blindfolded, post-orgasmic state, I had no idea what was going on. That was until I heard the distinct sound of metal against metal as a zipper was ripped down. And then he was inside me, that thick, hard cock penetrating me deeply and fully.

  I panicked. What was a sure win had just turned into yet another fail. My shoulders left the table and I yanked at the silk over my eyes. “Shaw, no! Katya didn’t say—”

  The force of Katya’s hands pushing me back down to the table was followed by a calm voice. “No, darling girl. You must let him enjoy you as I only wish I could.”

  How would I ever be able to describe what I saw next? Shaw’s head fell back, his silk-covered eyes raised toward the ceiling, his pristine white teeth threatening to break the skin of his lip, his large hands gripping my hips roughly…and his own hips pistoning so hard, he’d likely have bruises there in the morning from the way they were slamming against the table, slamming into me. He was every bit a ruthless beast grunting with each thrust as he claimed his mate, and all I could do was stare in awe of the man.

  “Yes,” Katya hissed. “Show that tight cunt no mercy.”

  Sweat soaked Shaw’s shirt and dripped from his face, but his momentum never wavered. My whole body jarred with the force of his thrusts, my teeth clinking, my breasts bouncing in an almost painful measure, and if I hadn’t been in stirrups, I was sure I would’ve been pounded right off the table, thanks to the silk sheet. But Katya held my shoulders in place with her head next to mine and her attention focused on the hardcore fucking going down at the end of the table.

  Though I wouldn’t have thought it possible, I came again, feeling rather victorious about the way the walls of my pussy pulsated around his cock. He would’ve felt it, that milking draw as my body stimulated his own release. A release he would claim.

  Shaw did not make a liar out of me. Harder, faster, shallower, his thrusts came. A drawn-out growl building higher and higher with each thrust and retreat until it burst from his chest and he slammed home. With a roar, his hot semen shot into me. Shaw’s movements became erratic, stuttered with three quick, one slow, two quick and deep, and then four slow, deep, and grinding until he pushed all the way inside and stopped.

  His chest heaved right along with mine as he stood there, both of us unmoving and without words to be said.

  Katya broke the silence with a laugh that startled me into a slight jump. Removing her hands from my shoulders, she sat back and then stood, clapping. Shaw pulled the blindfold down and the earplugs out of his ears. Though his eyes were adjusting to the sudden appearance of light, he captured mine and held them. There were all kinds of messages that transpired between us with that look, none of which I could put into words. But it was all good. And hot. And sexy. And we wanted to do it again, right away.

  “Well done,” Katya said, slowing her clap. “Well done, indeed.”

  The corner of Shaw’s mouth lifted up once again into that smirk he’d made famous, and then he pulled out of me, quickly tucking himself back into his pants before Katya got an eyeful. And then he returned his attention to me, gently lifting my feet from the stirrups. Yep, my thighs were already sore. I sat up, taking the sheet with me and wrapping it around my body.

  “I am so utterly proud of you both,” Katya said, coming to stand to the side of where I was sitting. “Tell me, did you enjoy yourself?”

  I nodded. “It was an experience I will never forget.”

  “Good. And the lesson to be learned?”

  Shaw answered first. “That no one is going to tell me when I can and can’t have my woman.”

  “Yes!” she squeaked with more glee than she’d ever displayed. “You have mastered your control, Shaw. Well done, you.” Turning to me, she said, “And…?”

  Luckily, she was standing to the side, which allowed me to look at her without Shaw seeing my face. I gave her what I hoped was a sultry grin and wink, knowing she’d get the gist of it. Katya had allowed me to satisfy my curiosity about being with a member of the same sex without my having to cross the line, just as I’d requested on the questionnaire I’d completed for her. But I knew it was more than that. “I should worry less about how others see me because I am far more judgmental of myself than anyone else is.”

  “And?” she prompted again.

  “Confidence is what makes an already beautiful woman sexy.”

  Katya took my head in both hands and looked down at me with a proud grin, her catlike eyes hinting at the depths of her wisdom. “Yes, and you are very sexy, my darling girl. I recommend that you practice on depriving your other senses so you can become as attuned to your body as you are with your glorious mind.”

  “I will. So does that mean we can keep this?” I asked, holding up the piece of white silk dangling from my finger.

  “Of course.” She laughed and kissed me on the cheek before stepping away to allow me room to attempt the steps with my still wobbly legs.

  “Now, I will give you one last assignment,” she told us as I went to the dressing screen to clean myself up. “This lesson will be based on trust. Complete it successfully and the intimacy issues between the two of you wil
l be no more. Then you may bring your child home.”

  Well, that certainly got my attention. I peeked around the screen just as Katya reached into her pocket, pulling out a thick, plastic card and tucking it into Shaw’s hand.

  My brow furrowed. “Last assignment? You’re leaving?”

  “Yes. I have been called away. This is merely my vacation home, darling. I do not know when I might return.”

  Vacation home. That explained the less than clinical environment, though nothing about Katya and her methods was clinical. Still, I had to know….“Did we do something wrong?”

  “Oh, no, darling. On the contrary. You have pleased me very well. I have been called back to where I am needed. You will see me no more.” She went to leave.

  Called back to where she was needed? For only a moment, I allowed the silly, dreamlike part of me to imagine her as a Mary Poppins or Nanny McPhee for adults and with a naughty twist, showing up where couples needed her most before moving on to the next. But that was silly, right?

  “But what if we fail the assignment?”

  Katya stopped, turning in my direction with a silent pause before those to-die-for lips curled up into a smile that reached all the way to the fathomless depths of her eyes. Her confidence in me, in us, didn’t need to be spoken. Needed or not, it was. “You will not fail. In our short time together, the two of you have shown more progress than any of my very long list of clients. But these sessions were not meant to be a miracle cure. You will still need to work on the areas we have identified as problematic. Have fun with it, use your imagination, explore the possibilities and the limits of your bodies, and do not ever relax the grip on control and confidence that you have both recaptured with a firm hand. However, if you should find yourselves in need of a…how do you say…a tune-up of sorts, the card I gave you has a direct line to me. An invitation, if you will.” She turned back toward the door, adding, “Do not hesitate to use it.”

  Cryptic was Katya’s middle name.

  “Katya?” I stepped from the dressing screen, going no farther. She hesitated, but I didn’t really know what to say next. We should thank her, beg her to continue seeing us, tell her she would be missed. Something.