Double Dom Fantasies
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The other man took his hand. “Crash, huh? Yup, that must have story to go with it. I’m Master Wulf and this is bunny.”
“Now you did it,” sky laughed, taking their money and buzzing the door open for the group to enter the club.
Taking his cue, Crash launched into another story. “So there I was, see, in the backseat of this maniac’s car. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Bigfoot jumped out of the woods on the side of the road. Who knew you guys had Bigfoot in this part of the world? Anyway, AJ is driving, and he panics, swerves around the thing and hits the guard rail. The car tips up on two wheels, and I can see straight down the side of the cliff. It must be a mile down to a certain, rocky, and very unpleasant death. The waves are slamming the boulders there and swirling around before sucking back out to sea. Very scary. I didn’t even have my swimming trunks with me. So in a blinding display of speed, I jump to the other side of the car, tipping it back onto the road and saving us all.” He swerved from one side to the other as he spoke, acting out the story with his arms out to the side and illustrating the tilt of the car. “AJ was, of course, embarrassed by his less than masculine display of screaming like a little girl and almost killing us all. So I took the blame for the accident, since I am much tougher than he is and can take the rumor-mongering better. Sadly, however, I’ve been known as Crash ever since.”
“Ever since? That just happened three days ago,” AJ said, pulling Buffy out of the way of Crash’s flailing arms and tucking her into his side.
Master Wulf was laughing so hard at Crash’s wild antics that he had to wipe tears from his eyes. “That is quite a tale, young man. I’m glad you shared it.”
“Me, too. Now you know to look out for Sasquatch over on the coast road. I still wonder where he got a surfboard, but hey, you just never know with Bigfoot, do you?”
“That is true.” Master Wulf chuckled. “Are you new to the area? I don’t remember seeing you all here before.”
Poking her head out of the office, sky handed each of them back their driver’s licenses. “You forgot these, what with your heroic tale and all.” She laughed. “Sadly they are just visiting out at Clifftop. I do wish you guys would move here. You’re so much fun.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Crash shot back. “Carly was just saying that the other day, too.”
“That’s because she wants to buy a vacation home in the Bahamas with your breakfast budget.” AJ took Buffy’s wrap into the coat room to hang up. She had been clutching it around herself while the men had been talking, hoping they would forget to take it. She knew her breasts would be completely visible through the weave of the top as soon as she took off the covering.
While AJ hung it up, she looked around the social room and relaxed a little. She noticed that she fit in just fine. None of the other people who had on skimpy outfits had the appearance of flaunting themselves—or maybe that wasn’t the right way to think of it, she realized. They were flaunting themselves, but not with the air of trying to show that they were hotter than anyone else. They were simply displaying their bodies for the enjoyment of their partners. It didn’t matter if they were large or small, young or old. They wore what they wanted or what their masters had directed them to wear and didn’t worry about whether anyone else approved.
With a sense of belonging, she realized that she loved the club and the community that made it their own. A few people smiled at her and complimented her outfit as they made their way toward the snacks laid out at the back of the room. It didn’t occur to her to worry if the people were being sarcastic in their compliments. She knew they were being genuine. She simply held her head higher and followed the guys—her Masters, she corrected herself—a step or two behind, as she imagined a good submissive would. She collected several plates’ worth of snacks and then joined Crash and AJ where they sat on a couch to mingle a little before the play party started.
Crash tossed a cushion to the floor, took the plates from her with a smile of thanks, and helped her down so that she sat between himself and AJ. Buffy sank into the cushion, expecting to feel awkward and kind of silly. Instead, she leaned back, feeling the solidity of two massive legs and knees propping her up. She tilted her head back and felt a hand—she wasn’t sure whose it was, but it didn’t matter—wind itself into her hair and tug gently.
This is nice, she thought. Note to self. Don’t put your hair up when going to the club. It’s so much nicer for them to play with it.
She lost herself in the way the fingers felt in her hair. They were creating an amazing feeling of submissiveness and connection, one that flowed through her whole body, warming it and making her want to sink deeper into their legs, their heat, their affection. AJ leaned forward to put his empty plate on the table and ran a hand over her chest, his fingers brushing under the top few rows of the chain mail. Buffy felt her nipples go hard and moaned, wondering how she would feel if he actually reached down and touched them, here in public.
Then he was. His whole hand slid down inside the top, and her breast was completely engulfed in the warm pressure of his skin against hers as he squeezed. She gasped, and he chuckled, his face pressing against the side of her head.
“You’re mine,” he said softly, his voice low and sultry in her ear. “I can play with these whenever I want to. Even in public. Can’t I?”
Buffy felt as if she had no air to answer him with. A vague panic mixed with the excitement of being fondled in sight of everyone in the room. “Yes, Sir,” she finally whispered, feeling him chuckle in pleasure. He leaned back, his hand vanishing and leaving her feeling cold and disoriented, and joined back in the conversation Crash was having with Wulf and his girl.
Across the room, Phoenix, Greg, and Roy stood up and motioned to Susan and Lucy, who were talking nearby. Buffy distantly realized they must have been negotiating the extra training Phoenix was going to give them tonight and wished she had listened to their discussion. Watching through half-closed eyes, she saw them head into the dungeon.
“Sir, it looks like they’re going to do their scene now. Didn’t you want to watch it?” she asked, turning her head enough to look up at AJ.
“Yes, I did, Buffy. Thank you.” He nudged Crash to get his attention and stood up, offering her a hand. They made their apologies to Wulf and followed the others into the dungeon.
“Why don’t we take this couch here? It should be close enough to hear but far enough away not to get hit by mistake.” Crash led them to an area near Phoenix’s group, who were setting out rope and a selection of floggers.
There was no cushion on the couch, so Buffy sat in the middle, shifting so she could cuddle into them as closely as possible. She reveled in the feeling of having a large, strong man pressed up on each side of her, enjoying the feeling of Crash’s hand on her bare thigh and her fingers tucked into AJ’s.
Lucy and Susan had each stripped and were now standing naked before a medium-size padded table. Phoenix spoke to them, and the two women climbed up onto it, arranging themselves on their knees facing one another. They giggled as Greg and Roy wrapped ropes around them, securing them to each other at wrist, elbow, waist, and midthigh.
Then Phoenix called the men over, and they each donned what looked like a glove made of fur. They began to rub the women, running the fur over legs, asses, backs, shoulders, and down between them to get at their breasts. The giggling turned to gasping and sighing as Susan and Lucy were caressed by the soft material, their heads tilting forward to rest against each other. After a moment Lucy leaned forward a little, and lay her head on Susan’s shoulder.
Buffy turned to see if Crash and AJ were watching. To her surprise, AJ was staring at her, his eyes dark and intense.
“What’s the matter?” Buffy was seized by a panic that she’d done something wrong, had pissed him off somehow.
His voice was soft and reassuring. “Relax, love. You are just so beautiful I can’t help staring.”
She felt herself flushing red with embarrassment. “You can’t be watch
ing me when every man’s fantasy is playing out before your eyes.”
“Oh, but I can.” He chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong. Watching two sexy, naked women playing together would be fantastic, if they weren’t competing with you.”
A feeling of love for the big man choked the words from her throat. She didn’t know what to say. She had never had anyone as attentive and loving to her before as these two were. Turning away from AJ to glance at Crash, she saw that he, too, was watching her and not the bare women on the table before them.
He smiled, but his eyes were serious. “AJ is right, you know. Before this week nothing would have kept me from watching that scene, but now it pales in comparison to your beauty.”
Tears welled in her eyes, blinding her. She didn’t know what to do or what to say, so she said nothing. She wasn’t sure she could bring herself to trust that they meant what they said. Ron had said he loved her but then did everything in his power to destroy her. How could she let herself be that vulnerable again?
AJ leaned down to whisper in her ear, the feel of the front of his body pressing against her back pushing her confusion even higher. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, beautiful, but I have a pretty good guess. I promise you that Crash and I will never treat you the way that other asshole did. We love you and only want to protect you. Please be ours.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Crash whispered into her other ear, completing the hug AJ started from the back and finishing in the front.
Silent tears slid down her cheeks as she squeezed the two men back as fiercely as she could. After a moment she managed to gasp out, “I am yours.” The feeling flooding her system couldn’t be wrong. They belonged together. These men were her future, the meaning of her life. Everything she had experienced had prepared her, led her to this moment when she would be crushed between two men who were everything she’d ever dreamed of. It was like suddenly being adopted into a sweet and loving family, one that had been looking for her just as anxiously as she’d been looking for them.
AJ pulled her back against him with an arm around her neck, and Crash draped his over her front. They went back to watching the scene, AJ’s fingers playing with her chain-mail top and dipping underneath to tease her breasts gently. Crash played with the hem of her skirt, inching it up and sliding a finger underneath then massaging her thigh when she began to squirm. In front of them, Roy and Greg were running what looked like floggers made of fur over their wives’ backs. They began hitting lightly, and the two women slumped into each other, moaning a little. The flogging took on an alternating rhythm, with each hit pushing their bodies into each other, first from the front, then the back. Periodically the men would stop and go back to caressing the skin, which was turning a little pink with their attention. They switched to some other kind of material then, hitting a little harder, so that the pink gradually turned to red and the women’s sensual moans became a little more intense. They didn’t complain, though. Leaning forward, they seemed to be using the energy from the flogging to sink into each other.
“It doesn’t look like it hurts too much,” Buffy whispered, trying to gauge what Lucy and Susan were feeling. She was having trouble concentrating with the guys’ hands all over her chest and legs.
“No, it actually looks pretty fun,” AJ agreed. “I’m amazed that I can watch something like that and not want to go beat them up. The men, I mean.”
“What men?” Crash’s voice was distracted, and Buffy turned to see that his attention was focused on her again. His hand alternately squeezed her thigh and then wandered up under her skirt, fingers inching toward her core, his face intent and his breathing getting shallower.
“Looks like we are going to need to get a little more comfortable,” AJ said, smiling at her. “I don’t think they’d mind if we just ripped your clothes off here and had our way with you on one of those tables. What do you think?”
* * * *
“Have sex in public?” Buffy gasped, even though everywhere she looked were naked people, tied to crosses or spread out on tables, with other people doing all kinds of things to them. But the idea of her being naked like that, the guys fondling her, making her come—
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for that,” she finally said, clutching at Crash’s hand, which had pushed all the way up under her skirt.
“That’ll have to wait until tomorrow, then,” AJ said to Crash. “Come on. Let’s take her someplace where we can violate her in private.”
“You won’t get an argument from me,” Crash said. “As long as you get me back to Clifftop before I explode.” He stood, picking Buffy up gently in his arms in one smooth motion, and led the way rapidly from the dungeon out to the car.
Chapter 25
“Thanks for coming out on a Sunday, Lou. I know it’s early, but I appreciate you being available.” Allie came down the front porch steps and held out her hand. “I wanted to have a chat with you.”
Lou shook her hand, following as she led the way around the side of the house toward the barn. “You want another inspection?”
“Yes, I would, actually.” She smiled as they walked, trying to look friendly and helpless. “I’d like some clarification about what needs to be done and how soon we can open the dungeon back up for play parties. We were supposed to have one Friday night, you know. We needed to reschedule it.”
They reached the barn, and she opened the door for him. “Please, come in.”
He took the cigar out of his mouth and stepped in past her, squinting in the dim light. “Looks a little different than the last time I was here.”
“Yes, we decided to do a little work on the floors since we had a forced closure.” She bit the inside of her lip to keep herself from saying anything catty. Keep him in a good mood. “By the way, would you like some coffee and a cookie? I made them this morning.”
“Thanks.” He sounded surprised as he took a seat at the table, staring at the huge pile of equipment and supplies sitting a few feet away. It looked like a small mountain of wood and metal. At the near edge was a large steel cage filled with cloth-covered equipment. Allie thought she saw a shudder pass through Lou’s body as he forced his eyes away from it. “Black coffee, please. What do you do with all of that?”
She glanced at it as she put a mug of coffee and a small plate of cookies in front of him. “Oh, various things. We’re hoping to get everything taken care of by next weekend so we can have that party. Dennis is ready to install the new sprinklers like you de—requested, but Karl had some questions about the plumbing issue. Let’s see.” She opened the notebook that had been sitting on the table. “You said that many of the pipes look ‘old and worn-out,’ according to this report. Can you show me exactly which pipes those were? I’d like to get some pictures of them.”
Lou took a bite of cookie, smiling at her benevolently. “It was pretty much all of them, sweetheart. This is an old structure. You can’t expect those things to last forever.”
“Hmm, that’s odd.” Allie consulted her notes again. “Karl said that the plumbing was redone about ten years ago. That doesn’t seem old enough to be worn out, does it? Can you show me what you meant?”
Lou finished his first cookie and took a second. “I don’t really have time to go into all of that right now. I can refer you to a plumber I know for an estimate.”
“Oh, okay.” Allie turned the page. “Then can you just give me an idea of what you’re trying to do?”
He gave her an amused look. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we’ve been talking to other people who’ve been hit with fines and repairs over the last few months. It seems that most of the people who belong to The Keep and own small businesses have had surprise inspections from you this year, and all of us have paid fees to your office of—let’s see. The average is about two thousand dollars, I think. Why are you targeting lifestyle people?”
Lou carefully pushed the plate of cookies away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talki
ng about. I’m doing my job, and I like to be thorough about it.”
“Oh, you’re certainly thorough.” Allie turned the book so he could see. “We’ve compiled a list of all of the money you’ve collected from members of our community this year. I believe that the city manager will want to compare that to the amounts you’ve actually turned in, as well as to the fines that you’re authorized to charge. I can understand the money part, but why the harassment?”
Lou’s face became darker as he studied her list. “You can’t prove any wrongdoing. Those were legitimate inspections. Maybe you should talk to your pervert friends about keeping their buildings in better shape.”
“Maybe.” Allie leaned forward. “Or maybe I should ask some of them—Carly Elliott, for example—to document some of the derogatory comments you’ve made to her.”
“Right, like she hasn’t heard worse from the weirdos she associates with.” Lou’s lip curled. “I know her type.”
The door flew open. Lucy and Susan ran in, completely naked and giggling hysterically.
“Allie, there you are!” Lucy squealed in excitement, bouncing over to them. She looked at Lou, then back at Allie. “We wanted to play, but I forgot that the barn is off limits. Oh, who’s your friend? Is he a Dom?”
Lou’s jaw dropped as he stared at the two women in front of him. Lucy smiled flirtatiously, shaking her boobs so that they jiggled invitingly. “Did you come here to play, too?”
He jumped out of his seat, glaring at Allie. “I’m not interested in your kinky whores. Are you trying to bribe me? Hasn’t this town done enough to show you that we don’t want your kind here?”
Allie tilted her head, giving him her best innocent look. “The town doesn’t want us here?”
“Of course not,” he spat at her. “Why would we want a bunch of freaks running businesses in our town?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Lucy took a step closer to him, batting her eyelashes. “Freaky people can be a lot of fun if you just give us a chance.”