TogetherinCyn

by Jennifer Kacey

  “I want you in my bed.”

  Startled, I clutched my towel tighter. Jared stood in the doorway. He had a pair of slacks on and nothing else, with his hands in his pockets. His blond hair looked wet, as if he’d come straight here from the shower, and I remembered our time in the water earlier. I launched myself at him. He held me tight as I found his mouth with mine and he opened for me as my tongue danced across his lips. I moaned when we came up for air. He licked across my shoulder and picked up several drops of water that hadn’t dried yet.

  “Damn, you taste good, Cyn,” he groaned as he set me on my feet. “I want to see you,” he whispered, untucking the towel from where I had it looped between my breasts. He tugged it free until the towel dropped to my feet. “You’d be naked all day long if I had any say in it.”

  I grabbed on to his shoulders as a violent tremor of pleasure rocked my body. He fixed onto my nipple with his teeth and gently bit the tight tip. I moaned again at the feel of his mouth.

  “Naughty, naughty, Mr. J,” someone said loud enough to drown out the blood rushing in my head.

  I blinked and tried to focus on the door again.

  There stood Jenna with a fist planted on her hip, shaking her finger at Jared. “She’s mine for another hour. Then you can play all you want. But for now, out.”

  The world fell away. Jared was still looking only at me, continuing to stroke my now-stiff nipple. A little whimper escaped my throat. I wasn’t embarrassed being caught with him. I was so turned-on and I wanted nothing more than to climb his body again and convince him to start the festivities early.

  I caught his hand and held it in place.

  “We’ll see you again before they take you downstairs, baby. We’ve got a little something for you.” He bent to my mouth and swept his tongue inside as he caressed the soft swell of my breast. “I’d better go finish changing so we can make one of your fantasies come to life.” He winked at me and strode from the room, closing the door as he left.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “Huh,” was all I could weakly muster as I tried to get my libido under control. The plug in my rear had changed from a nuisance to something more. Something decadent and erotic and it wasn’t enough.

  “Jared. He’s totally into you. I mean…really into you.” Mischievousness rolled off her and I knew enough already to be worried. “Lord, if Chris is anything like that, they’re going to have to call the fire department before the night is over.”

  I stood naked, so hot I could barely shift my thighs together without coming, and Jenna was talking as if this were an everyday thing, picking clothes out and selecting shoes and accessories.

  “But this is an everyday occurrence for me.”

  “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

  “It’s not a problem,” she answered cheerfully before I could get embarrassed. “Now, I need you to climb up on the masseuse table and get on all fours.”

  Silence.

  A cricket chirped two blocks away. My feet didn’t move, my mouth fell open and I stared at the table.

  “Close your eyes. Don’t think about it, just close them.”

  I blinked rapidly and then let them flutter closed.

  “Wanna know a secret about what Nick did today?”

  I nodded automatically and tried to control my fidgeting as she circled me.

  “He installed an extra camera in here with a direct feed to Chris and Jared’s suite upstairs. Guess where that camera points.”

  I fidgeted but finally found my voice. “The masseuse table.”

  “You got it. They can see us right now too. And why do you think they had this added?”

  “I don’t…know.” My heart raced. I ached to cover myself or haul her to me. It was like a fantasy. My fantasy… “My diary.”

  “Exactly.” She walked in front of me and stood so close I could smell her strawberry lip gloss. “The guys read somewhere in that oh-so-naughty book of yours that you were a bit bi-curious.” She cuddled the swell of my breast and her hum of pleasure soaked into my pores as she swiped her thumb across my sensitive nipple. “I don’t get to give you the works though I tried to convince the guys you could handle it. Give me this, Cyn. Please.”

  She led me to the table and put my palms flat on top. She kissed my shoulder and the side of my neck. Her fingers trailed along my spine and I almost purred. They didn’t stop until they traced the outline of the plug.

  “Did you truly think I wouldn’t notice all the whimpering you’ve been trying to hide? Or the pussy juice leaking onto your thighs? Yes, the plug is clear but I know when someone’s Masters have ordered her to obey one of their commands. Chris instructed me to remove it for them, while they watch, and you can have a taste of another fantasy. You’re more than ready.”

  What could I say to that?

  She hadn’t asked a question. It was a statement and it was true. I was scared to grab for what I wanted but I was so tired of letting the past win. Only I could take my freedom back.

  I raised one knee onto the table, and then the other. She guided me until I was on my knees with the plug right in front of her. I hadn’t opened my eyes since she told me to close them—because it was an instruction or I was scared, I don’t know.

  She slid along my slick pussy and, without another word, slipped one of her fingers inside. I arched closer, the skin along my backbone buzzing with sexual tension.

  “Submission is a beautiful thing. Giving yourself so freely to someone else. Trusting them. Believing in them. It takes a strong woman to be able to do that.” She scraped her teeth across the flesh of my rear and pumped inside me.

  “I’m not strong though. I’m not.” It came out a whisper but it resonated throughout my body. I already wanted to come. The channel of my sex fluttered around her finger and I wanted more.

  “You’re stronger than you think or you wouldn’t be here.”

  She added another slim digit and rotated the plug in my ass. The muscles in my rectum constricted on it and I rocked with her. She twisted the plug and then released it. “The guys said I couldn’t let you come…”

  “Oh God—Jenna. I…” My pussy latched onto her fingers as she drew them almost free and then plunged them inside again.

  “But if you’re willing to take the punishment for it, I’m willing to break the rules. Us girls have to stick together.” Her voice was filled with mischief and my mouth opened to agree. All that came out was a rush of air because she nearly dislodged the toy before my ass sucked it in.

  “Rub your clit. You’re going to go off like a firecracker. I bet the guys have their cocks in hand and want to run here and pound you hard enough to knock you unconscious.”

  She manipulated the base of the plug and my asshole flared around it. I stroked the top of my pussy lips. The tips of our fingers met, ratcheting my energy higher. The thought of sharing this with my Masters because they knew I was turned on by it catapulted me into release.

  I bucked against our hands and the plug Jenna shallowly thrust in and out of my ass. Waves of intense white lights burst behind my eyelids. I’d never masturbate again without thinking of her invading my sex and making me fly. I wanted to kiss her and explore her body. I cried out in pleasure at the thought of getting to return the favor someday.

  Tremors shook my body as orgasmic waves of pleasure swept from my toes all the way to the top of my head. Vibrations of delicious pleasure shimmied through my pelvis.

  Jenna fully removed the plug and I sighed when she slid it free. “Slowly lower yourself onto the table and relax. I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

  My eyes stayed opened long enough to guide me until I lay flat on my belly. I tucked my arms next to me, my toes barely peeking over the edge of the table.

  Gentle hands wiped my thighs and pussy clean and I couldn’t help but laugh. I struggled up onto my elbows so I could sneak a peek at her. “My pussy’s had more attention in the last twenty-four hours than she’s had in a year.”

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bsp; She chuckled. “You’re making up for lost time then.” Her wink was part kinky, part conspiratorial. “I’m going to apply some salve to your rear end. It’ll help with any mild discomfort now—or later.”

  I lay there and hid my head in my hands. Partially from embarrassment at her doctoring my ass, which was going to be used again in a very short time, and partially because I could get used to this world. I wanted to be a part of it. I didn’t know which option scared me more.

  She finished quickly. My ass did feel better though it hadn’t felt bad to start with. I slid off the table as Jenna took several things into the bathroom. My composure and shyness returned simultaneously but then I caught sight of the camera. I couldn’t stop smiling. What fantasy could ever top this?

  Jenna gave me a quick hug. “Ready to get dressed?” she asked with a smile. “We’re short on time for obvious reasons so we’ll need to hurry.”

  If she wasn’t going to be weird about it, I wasn’t either. You know—mostly. “It was well worth it, I assure you.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. Who’s the man?” She raised her hand and waited until I gave her a high five.

  We laughed as she fist-pumped the air. In the space of those shared minutes, I knew this was different than how she was with most people. She relaxed in my company and I felt…honored.

  She strutted over to the clothes but I could tell it was to hide some kind of insecurity. Like recognized like, I guess.

  I tried on the first outfit she thrust at me and I couldn’t have been happier for something to occupy my mind. It was a sheer teddy with peekaboo holes on the sides. It was light and daring and in a shade of dark pink.

  “Do you have a Dom here or somewhere?” I asked. I didn’t understand the dynamics of a BDSM club and didn’t want to stick my foot in my mouth but I wanted to know more about what had made her take this job.

  She paused, appearing thoughtful before she replied, “No, it’s just a job.”

  That struck me as odd. “Just a job” was working retail or some fast-food place, or at a gym. Working nights at a fetish club, making subs come with barely a few thrusts, didn’t strike me as “just a job”.

  “A few years ago I was in a full-time D/s relationship but it didn’t work out. I needed something more than he could give me. Through the grapevine, I heard Jared and Chris were searching for someone with my…particular talents. I met them, liked what they had going already and thought it would be fun. I tried the whole ‘girl thing’ but to have that full-time? It isn’t me. Pussy’s pretty and nice and wet but nothing can take the place of a nice big dick sliding home.”

  We both sighed at the same time. I peeled the teddy off, knowing it wasn’t me. She traded me a black-and-white bustier to try along with a black leather skirt that was shorter than any skirt I’d ever tried on in my life.

  She hooked up the front of the garment before she continued. “After Ian and I went our separate ways, I never found anyone else I really wanted, you know? No one came close to what I had with him. Never had that spark you need to totally lose yourself for the connection to be made. Trusting someone with your body and your mind is a very big leap to take. Especially in a D/s situation.”

  She tapped her thigh with a hanger as she stared between me and the clothes. She handed me a different skirt made of a light gauzy material. I tried it on and spun in a circle. It flared out from my body, highlighting my lack of panties. It was cute but she wrinkled her nose. I assumed it was a no and carefully removed it. She stalked over to the wall of clothes and took two more pieces out.

  “Finding two guys that you can share this with is rare. I am crazy jealous.”

  “You’re like a Playboy Bunny and you’re jealous of me? Right…” I rolled my eyes.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I like these.” She gestured near her Ds then motioned at me. “But those have to be easier to lug around.”

  “You don’t think they’re small?” I asked, looking in the mirror. I had on a different leather skirt that hugged my legs all the way to my knees and a tight tank top in a bright-blue color.

  Playing dress-up had never been so much fun, especially considering the reward waiting for me if I didn’t chicken out.

  “All guys say they need is a handful and you got that. Okay, take that all off, it’s not right either…”

  “How do you know what’s right? I have no idea what I’m going to walk into when we go downstairs. Do you spend this much time with every new sub, because how do you ever sleep? And do I get to keep the clothes or give them back? I’ve got so many questions, I don’t know what to ask first.”

  Jenna laughed as she shook her head at me. “Sorry, Cyn, I keep forgetting you’ve never been here before. The guys talk about you so much I swear you’re an honorary member already.” She studied the clothes. “The guys picked a Sunday to be your first night because it is a lot calmer than Friday or Saturday but there will be people around. Regulars come and go but I believe they’ve called a few special friends in to participate in the scene they have worked out for you.”

  She held up her hand before I could ask a question. “I promised I wouldn’t divulge any pertinent information. Trust me. The surprise is worth it.”

  I hung up the last few things I’d tried on while she searched for something different.

  “The clothes are the sub’s to keep and are included in the hefty dues the Doms pay. A lot of the Doms know exactly what they want to see their sub in. The guys had ideas for you but I convinced them to leave it up to me. I love helping people tap into their hidden naughty. It’s a rush I’ve grown to absolutely crave. We have some male subs and I’ve branched out and made clothing for them too. Most of their attire tends to be…accessories though.” She laughed then looked me over again and tapped her chin.

  “And you do this all by yourself?”

  “Yup, and help with the staging. Up until a few months ago, my best friend Skye would come in and help. We’ve been best friends for so long I don’t remember a time without her. I miss her.”

  “Why did she stop coming around?”

  “She’s a submissive like us. She’s drawn to it but currently ignoring it. Her family wants her to be vanilla and she’s been trying because they’re very influential—but sometimes BDSM is in the tiny cells that make up who we are.”

  “If I can take the plunge…”

  She shrugged, appearing vulnerable. “I want her to be happy. She’s licking her wounds after a breakup but…I miss her.”

  Before I could talk myself out of it, I wrapped my arms around her. “Missing your best friend—I totally get that.”

  She relaxed and hugged me close. “Okay, enough of my drama.” She swiped under her lower lids and shook her head. “Let’s get you ready.”

  I let her do her thing since I was going to be as helpful as a waffle iron at a pancake-eating contest.

  “I wear a lot of hats working here, not all of them glamorous, but every detail should be exquisite. The members can’t talk openly about it outside these walls but word still gets around.”

  I stood naked with a woman who had made me come not ten minutes before and I was completely comfortable. She rifled through more clothing and made me feel pretty as she ogled me. She was my ally and wouldn’t stop until everything was perfect. Plus, I understood where she was coming from though the secrecy appeared extreme.

  “I know what you mean, about wanting everything to be perfect. I’m the office manager for the gym in town and it’s difficult to walk away at quitting time when there’s things left undone.”

  “Hot Shots Gym?” she asked.

  “The one and only. The owners are great but it’s boring stuck in the back office.”

  “Do you like what you do?” She handed over a simple white blouse and the original short plaid skirt I’d seen earlier. A red bra accompanied the skirt, along with ruffled black panties and white thigh-highs that she cut the size tags off of. “The lingerie is a gift from the guys.”

  I
slipped on the silky bra and panties, loving that the guys had picked them out for me. I felt more and more like Cinderella going to the ball. “It pays the bills but there’s something else out there that’s perfect for me.”

  “I’m sure there is. Hey, how did you and the guys meet? You know, back in the day?”

  I couldn’t help but smile, remembering, as she helped me with the white cropped shirt. It didn’t button up the front; it was so short it tied underneath my breasts. I found cleavage I’d never seen before.

  “We grew up together.” I shimmied my new panties up my thighs and then sat down to slide on the thigh-high stockings. “They’ve been my best friends forever and they stuck with me after my parents split.”

  “Divorce?”

  “I’m sure they’re together wherever they are, but I meant split from me, because I didn’t fit in the mold they thought I should. After I hit seventeen, they thought I would scam with them. They accused me of being a whore for the Kennedy boys and I ought to at least get paid for it.”

  The pair of shoes she had been holding clattered on the rack where she dropped them. “They said that? Oh my Gawd…”

  “I can still hear my father’s voice in my head. It’s always the good girls that go in for that kinky shit. I bet you like to be bound and gagged, don’t you, Cynthia? We could get big money for pictures of that. I had never been so ashamed because he was right. Not the picture crap but the kink. He made it something vile and demeaning. It scared me off for years. When I finally decided to try it…well, it pushed me further into thinking there was something wrong with me.”

  “But there isn’t anything wrong with it. Hell, I’ve seen much crazier stuff, let me tell you.” She was silent for a few seconds. “Did they try to get money out of the guys?”

  I nodded. “They were always out to make a quick buck but that one broke it for me. They told me they were moving and I could come with them or I was on my own. I didn’t think twice. The next morning, I got home from school and they were gone.”