Slippery When Wet
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He turned and looked over his shoulder at me. His grin hitched up at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, my chest was heaving. I was breathing hard like I was running for my life. I took the steps two at a time until I was inside the house and standing before the two of them.
“I’ve been good, Mistress,” Toy said, her eyes fastened to the floor.
Toy’s posture was one of submission. Her head was down, her shoulders forward, her hands at her sides.
Eagle’s posture was one of invitation. His head was high, his gaze fixed on me. He still had his hands on Toy. I needed this man on his knees in a bad way.
I shut the door and turned the lock. “Undress him for me. But don’t touch anything fun.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I walked into the living room, shedding my own clothing as I went. Near the fireplace was a chest with a broken padlock. I flipped the lid and beheld my stockpile of treasures. Dildos of various sizes, colors and textures. An assortment of butt plugs, beads, and cock rings. There were nipple clips, clamps, and clothespins. And lube. Lots and lots of lube.
I turned and found Toy on her knees. Eagle’s thick, erect dick bobbed in front of her as she slipped his pants down and off his bare feet. Eagle’s gaze was on me as I laid out my toys.
“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m about to do to you?” I straightened with my selection, holding it behind my back.
Eagle stood in the center of my living room; naked as the day he came into this world. His hand ran absently through Toy’s hair as she remained on her knees perilously close to his bobbing dick.
“I think you’ve figured out I’m just as perverted as you,” he said.
“No one’s as perverted as me.”
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me, as long as it pleases you.”
My fingertips tingled. Moisture pooled in my palms. My nails itched. Eagle smiled as I came to his side. He kept his face forward as I rounded to his back. His high, rounded ass looked like marble. I had to take a deep breath before I took a whack at it.
His ass cheeks clenched. Down below, his toes curled in the carpet fibers. A low rumble of pleasure rolled through his chest and vibrated in his throat.
“Legs apart.”
He complied, parting those powerful thighs.
“Keep them that way.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I inhaled, feeling my heart pound in my throat. The paddle shook as my fingers trembled. I nearly dropped the device since my palms were so slippery. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eagle’s grin kick up.
“You are not to come without my permission.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Down on your knees.”
His jaw tensed, and for the first time he hesitated. His resistance excited me. I felt my nostrils flaring. I pulled my lip in my mouth as I watched the tension cross and leave his face. He sank down to the floor, on his knees. His face was right in line with my crotch. Any tension fled as that cocksure grin spread at the V of my pussy.
“Sniff,” I said.
“Yes, ma’am.” He drew the two syllables out with reverence. His nose came within millimeters of my crotch and he inhaled, good and long. My knees quaked as his breath dragged like a car cruising down a country lane.
After his inhale, he tilted his head up and peered into my eyes. I opened my mouth to tell him to cast his eyes down, only to discover I liked him watching me.
Anticipation flooded his dark eyes. Eagerness sparkled in the irises. Challenge dilated his pupils. He blinked, and patience reset his features.
What the holy fuck?
I marched back to my toy box and pulled out my flogger. When I turned, I expected him to protest. But his gaze wasn’t on the toy in my hand. It was locked on my eyes.
I marched over to him, twirling the handle in my palm. The leather straps made a whirling sound. Still kneeling beside him, Toy’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Eagle only smiled up at me.
He tilted his head up, baring his neck, one of the most vulnerable parts of his body. The tip of his dick leaked excitement on the carpet. I aimed the straps there.
“Fuck,” he hissed. His head fell back, his gaze hooded.
The straps made light contact with his dick, but enough to sting. The head of his dick reared up. His balls tightened. My inner muscles clenched around an empty channel. The hollowness whispered up along my clit and I had to take a deep gulp.
Although his head dipped back, his gaze never left mine. He straightened his body and rolled his neck. “Thank you, ma’am.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. What the hell was this guy? He smelled like a Dom. Right now he looked like a pain slut. Over in the corner, Toy whimpered as she eyed the swinging straps. I knew she was soaking her panties at the sound the flogger made as it whirred. But Eagle’s eyes weren’t on the flogger. They were on me.
I struck him again. This time on his chest. Again, he gasped and his gaze hooded, but his eyes didn’t close. They stayed on me.
I struck his ass. His side. His back. I was striking him hard enough to leave marks now. And still, he would only gasp and dip his gaze. But right away, his gaze came back to me.
The excitement still danced in his eyes. They would dip and nearly close. He would open his mouth and moan. But he didn’t come.
I knew for a fact that what I was doing to him felt good. He should have blown by now. He wasn’t impotent. His cock was hard and straining. But he didn’t come. Neither did he offer a single complaint.
Okay, so not a pain slut. Not a switch either, since he clearly wasn’t getting off with me forcing him to submit to his knees. And the orgasm denial wasn’t making him sweat. Still, the sight of him in that posture had pushed me to my edge. I needed relief and soon.
I reached for a chair and sat. The cool wood was immediately slippery as my juices leaked out. Eagle’s nostrils flared.
That was curious.
I spread my legs so that my pussy faced him. His throat worked as he swallowed. His pupils flitted here and there, from my face to my pussy. When he focused on my pussy, he took it all in as though my cunt was a lush forest he wanted to go hiking through.
I parted my labia, running two fingers along each side until my clit poked through. Eagle’s dick bobbed rhythmically as I rubbed myself. His breathing shallowed and his gaze traveled back to my face. When his eyes traveled back to my face, his lips parted in wonder as they fixed on my mouth, my eyes, my nose.
That was interesting.
That was fascinating.
I worked myself up, sticking one, then two fingers inside myself and pumping.
“Fuck,” he whispered. It was half a groan, half a plea.
I fingered my clit, rubbing round and round in light circles. I was having trouble keeping my own eyes open as the tension inside me pushed against my breaking point.
Eagle’s breathing increased as he watched me. His eyes stayed focused on my face as his hips rocked, following my motion as though he were the one fucking me. Was he imagining thrusting his dick down my throat? Was that his kink? If so, why wasn’t he touching himself?
With my free hand, I crooked a finger at him. He crawled over to me on his knees. I expected him to rise and come at me with his dick in hand. But he didn’t touch himself. His gaze never left my face. He was more interested in watching my pleasure than receiving any of his own. It seemed like an oxymoron; a man who got off on a woman’s orgasm. And then I realized what he was, but it was too late.
I was coming, hard. My channel clenched around my fingers. My body doubled over as the orgasm washed through me, ringing me out after the long drought.
It took a long while for my body to come down. When I regained mastery over my limbs, I lifted my gaze to his.
“Fuck me,” I growled.
“I’d be happy to.” His hands came to my thighs, but I shoved him back.
“You’re a fucking Service Top,” I accused. “Aren’t you?”
Chapter Sixteen
I wasn’t so warped that I wanted to make people crazy in the asylum sense. I liked to see how far I could bend them to my will. Could I make them eat out of my hand (or ass)? And if they were misogynist assholes or queen bitches, then yeah, I might break their spirit, but only to remake them in a better image.
What I did was a service to the world if you truly thought about it. I took villains and beat the pitbull out of them. I remade them into puppies on my leash.
But a Service Top? That was an animal I didn’t know how to handle. It was a unicorn; something straight out of a storybook that you hear about, wish existed, but know something so magical, so fantastical, couldn’t possibly be real.
But here one knelt before me; his stiff horn pointing up at me waiting to dispense its magic.
“Are you a Service Top?” I demanded.
Eagle tilted his head up. His posture looked submissive, but I wasn’t deceived. He was placating me; giving me what he thought I wanted to please me. Allowing his body to be in service to me with the end goal of getting me off.
Fuck.
“I’m whatever you need me to be,” he said.
Double fuck. For the first time in my life I stood naked before a kneeling man and I didn’t know what to do. He would let me do anything to him, as long as it got me off. For most women, hell for every single woman on the planet, that wouldn’t be a bad thing. But for someone like me, someone who needed to be in control of the situation, it was a horror movie.
I needed the control. I craved it. I’d never let any man or woman get the upper hand on me, and I wouldn’t be starting now.
“Toy, come here.”
Victoria hopped up and all but sprinted over to us. It was only a few steps but she was panting when she arrived at my side.
“Go get my harness from the toy box. Choose your favorite dildo. And don’t forget the oil and protection.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Eagle’s eyes widened at the word dildo. Good. My lips curled at the thought of pegging that firm ass. I pulled my lower lip down into my mouth as it curled upward.
His eyes latched onto the curl of my lip. He took in a deep breath. When he exhaled, his breath reached my nostrils. The air he blew out pushed the tension out of his face, his shoulders. His big body settled before me, open and welcoming as he gazed at my grin.
The fucker. He was going to let me do it. All because he’d seen how it turned me on. Now, I exhaled. My nostrils flared as I blew a hot breath across his face.
Toy came back with the harness and dildo. I stood and strapped the device around my hips, securing the straps tight. I planned to be rough tonight and I didn’t want any slippage. Then I hefted the pink, monster cock and locked it into place.
It was barely perceptible. If I hadn’t been staring at him, if I’d chosen that second to blink, I would have missed it. Eagle inhaled and gulped. The chips were back in my corner. I was going to win this game.
“Oil yourself up, baby girl.”
Toy did as she was told. She squirted a healthy dollop of oil in the palm of her hand. Then she rubbed her pussy and her ass in preparation.
“Toy, mount him.”
Victoria did as she was told. She gave Eagle a gentle nudge. He unfolded his big body and lay down on the floor. Toy climbed on top of him. She rolled a condom over his straining dick.
Eagle smiled up at her as she worked. His gaze was kind and tender. He held her hips as she positioned her pussy over his cockhead. Then he guided her slowly as she descended down, down, down his long length.
Halfway to her end goal, Toy groaned deep in her chest. Her downward motion halted, and she took a deep breath.
“Come on, precious girl,” Eagle coaxed. “You can do it.”
She slid down another inch and had to stop again. This time her head lolled back as she moaned.
“Almost there,” he said. “We want to make Mistress proud, don’t we?”
Toy nodded her head. She took another deep breath and slid farther and farther down until Eagle was fully seated inside her.
“That’s a good girl.” Eagle swiped her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. While Toy took a few moments to get her body adjusted to the wide, thick girth of him, Eagle glanced over her shoulder and looked at me as though he were waiting for further instructions.
“Go on,” I said. “Fuck her.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His dick retreated slowly. He was so thick that he stretched Toy’s pussy lips and they thinned as he pulled out of her. His dick came to the end of its rope, the bulbous part of his cockhead peeked out of Toy’s cunt. He held the head, the thickest part of his cock, at her entrance. Toy squirmed, but Eagle’s hold was absolute.
Her slickness slid down the sides of the condom like Toy’s cunt was an ice cube and his cock was the flame. She dripped down the sides of his shaft but he continued to hold her still. I saw the veins of his shaft popping out. I saw the rough skin of his ball sack shift and coil like the scales of a snake just waiting to strike. But he held still.
He held still while Toy trembled above him. I felt my own body trembling. I looked up, and that’s when I saw the reason he held still. He was watching me, waiting for me.
The moment he held my gaze he shoved into my toy and she cried out. I felt my own cunt shake from the impact. Instead of letting my pussy clench in orgasmic bliss like I knew he wanted me to, I got down on my knees and threw myself into this game of chicken.
I entered Toy’s oiled ass the next time Eagle was fully seated inside. My girl took us both like a champ. I’d been working both her tiny holes since I’d first met her. She was a DP princess.
From opposite ends we stroked inside of her, neither of us taking our eyes off each other. Eagle slowed down and went for deep strokes that pushed his dick so far into Toy that his balls rubbed my thigh.
Not one to be out done, I reached down and flicked a switch on the monster cock attached to my groin. The dildo woke up and began its dance. The next time Eagle’s balls came near me, he caught the good vibrations.
He cursed under his breath. Score one for me. But I soon lost count of the points.
We both rammed our cocks deep into our respective channels. We fucked through Toy trying to fuck one another. Toy was a quivering, whimpering mess between us as we filled her; Eagle’s cock touching her cervix and my cock vibrating deep into her ass.
At one point, Toy came so hard she passed out. Her body slumped down onto Eagle’s chest. But neither he nor I stopped fucking into her.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes from trying to hold my orgasm at bay. I’d wanted to come again since I’d turned the vibrating function of the dildo on, but I’d held on, waiting for him to blow first. I was a master of my orgasms, but I felt like I was being whipped by the desire burning in my loins.
Below me, Eagle fared no better. His teeth were grit as his thrusting became less finessed and more jerky. He was going to blow. Any minute now. And when he did I could finally give into the sweet release I so desperately wanted.
With just the thought of an orgasm, I lost control. The contractions began in my head and made a beeline for my pussy then zinged to my clit and burst throughout my whole body. Not a half second later, I heard Eagle growl with his release. My last conscious thought was that this race would have to be declared a photo finish.
The orgasm continued to wrack my body as I rolled over and off Toy. I lay on the floor, my limbs shaking as though I’d been delivered an electric shock. I lay there for long moments, trying to come down.
Toy lay passed out between us. If I hadn’t seen her chest rising and falling, I would’ve thought we’d killed the poor girl.
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bsp; After what seemed like days of lying there, Eagle gathered Toy up into his arms. Her limbs flopped out like a rag doll’s. He climbed the stairs slowly on the legs of a newborn fawn. I followed with equally wobbly legs.
We brought Toy to her bedroom. I pulled the sheets aside while Eagle tucked her under. We switched off the light and left her to her dreams.
“May I take a shower?” he asked me.
I nodded, and then guided him down the hall. I felt his hot gaze on my ass, but I was too tired to put my usual switch into my walk. I was too busy concentrating on staying up right.
I opened the door to my bedroom and led him into the en suite. He stepped past me, turning the knobs of the faucet on. He tested the waters with his fingertips. When the temperature satisfied him, he turned back to me. He held out his hand to me, like he was asking me to dance or mount his white horse and ride off into the sunset.
I’d seen a slew of men, and a couple of women, go in and out of my mother’s chaotic life. I wasn’t waiting for someone to swoop in and save me. I didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. But an hour ago I hadn’t believed in unicorns either.
What the hell? It was just a shower. I took his hand and climbed in after him.
The warm spray cooled my sensitized skin. Eagle’s palms filled with suds that slicked across my body. His touch wasn’t sexual. It was sensual, but it wasn’t urging me toward a climax. It was lulling me to relax, and I did.
He gave me a gentle nudge into the full spray of the shower. All my worries and cares were wiped away and sent down the drain along with the suds. With my body clean and my spirit renewed, I turned and did the same to him.
I let my fingers explore his large, lean body. He was a perfect specimen, and I was one to know. I’d studied the human body academically as well as socially. I’d seen under skin and tissue. I bet that if I pulled back the layers of this man to expose muscle and bone I would find the same level of perfection.
Eagle turned the faucets off. We climbed out of the basin, and he toweled me off, carefully. Again, his machinations weren’t sexual. They were careful of my sensitive skin. They were gentle and thorough about the business of removing the moisture from my body, not adding to it.