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Craig had a beer glass full of cold smoothie in each hand when Karen walked naked into the kitchen.
“Don’t bring the smoothies down quite yet,” said Karen.
“Why not?” asked Parker.
“Give Alicia time,” Karen said mysteriously.
“Alicia?” asked Parker. “Ah, Sunny.”
“Oops,” said Karen. “I suck at keeping track of things like that.”
“Her secret is safe with me,” Parker said.
“Time for what?” asked Craig, not putting the smoothies down. He was in charge of Alicia’s well-being, and he didn’t want to surrender that to Karen.
“She’s getting ready for you,” Karen said, which cleared up nothing. “Give her a few moments, and I think you’ll enjoy what she has in mind.”
Craig put the smoothies down. He didn’t doubt that he’d enjoy Alicia. The last week had been a whirlwind of sex, and his cock was getting hard again, not because the lovely Karen was standing naked in a kitchen with him, but because Alicia was up to something. She might have guided him into the world of kink in the beginning, but he was in control now, and he liked that. And he knew Alicia liked it. The more he pushed, the wetter she seemed to get.
“Could you and I give them some privacy?” asked Karen, turning to Parker and pressing her naked body against him. “Perhaps?”
“We could. But I’d rather watch,” said Parker.
“I think Alicia would prefer—well, I don’t know what she’d prefer. But I told her I’d distract you and send Craig down.”
“I see,” said Parker.
“Of course, I’m not in control.”
“Good of you to note that,” said Parker drily.
“Craig is.”
For a moment, Craig thought Parker was going to contradict her, but he nodded. “Karen, I want you on your knees. Go to the living room where there are cushions, kneel there, and wait. You need to remember your place when you’re here.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Karen, taking a deep breath.
Parker turned to Craig as Karen hurried away. “I’m sure that Karen can distract me quite nicely if she puts her mind to it, and given the way she’s been acting, I’ll make sure she puts her mind to it. But you are in control of your sub.”
Craig thought about it for a moment. It was Parker’s house. Alicia and he had come over to learn, not to take the basement over. They had talked about playing in front of people, and every time the subject came up Alicia got more aroused, so that had been part of his agenda. He’d been planning on simply flogging her and spanking her, possibly some fondling. The thought had turned him on too. He’d enjoyed playing with her in the club, in spite of himself. This girl is mine. It was good to declare that in front of an audience. But whatever Alicia had in mind, she was expecting some privacy, and he didn’t know enough to overrule her. “Would you mind giving us fifteen minutes or so, and then coming down? We’re here to learn, but that will give us a little time.”
“Sure thing,” said Parker. “Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
Parker turned and headed toward the living room. “Karen, we’re away from the dungeon for fifteen minutes, so you have that time to convince me that you shouldn’t be dragged down there when those fifteen minutes are up and given a very thorough punishment for…”
Parker’s voice faded as he walked away, so the exact nature of her transgression wasn’t spelled out for Craig. He had a feeling, though, that Karen’s convincing would have to be done in some other way than words, and that Parker was going to have a very pleasant time.
Craig walked downstairs, intrigued about what he might find there.
He didn’t have to wait long. Alicia was sitting naked in the swing. Her bottom was on the wide strap, another was behind her upper back, and she was holding on to the top bar. She was rocking slowly, her breasts wobbling enticingly with the rhythmic movement. She was looking straight at him.
“Hello, darling,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
He smiled. He noticed that one thing was missing. Her feet weren’t in the stirrups that would have held her open for him. It was nice to be called darling, but right now he wanted to be her Dom. “Darling I happily am, but here and now, you are to call me Sir.”
A flicker of a grin played on her face before she had the grace to look chastened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Feet in the stirrups,” he said.
“Are they coming down?”
“When I want them to,” he replied. Maybe fifteen minutes wouldn’t be enough, but a part of him wanted the audience. He wondered if it turned her on too. Either way, he enjoyed being in control. “Maybe I’ll call them the moment your legs are spread. Maybe I won’t. Who decides?”
She looked down demurely. “You do, Sir.”
“Good.” He lifted one leg and put it in place. She did the same with the other. There were cuffs that closed around her ankles, and he fastened them in place. He noticed the straps themselves were adjustable. He tightened each one, lifting her legs higher in the air, until her legs were beautifully open and her pussy and ass were gloriously exposed to view. He was glad he had her shave. He traced a finger along the pink folds of her labia and then down to the tiny rosebud of her anus.
She shivered.
“Ah, I’ve hardly touched you there, have I?” he asked.
“No, Sir.”
“Does it feel good?” He circled the opening gently, his touch barely more than a tickle.
“It feels strange.”
“Well, I’ll keep doing it until you can decide whether it’s good or bad.”
She gaped at him as if that was the cruelest idea he’d ever had. But he wanted to know what pleased her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings. At last she said, “Good, Sir. But please. I don’t want to be touched there with others watching.”
“Not even if I do this?” He pressed her clit with two fingers from his other hand, and stroked the way he knew she liked.
“Oh, Sir,” she said, clearly torn.
He made a note to explore her ass more in private sometime. He looked over at the clock. I should have done that the moment I came down, but Alicia distracted me. It had only been a few minutes, he estimated, and they had ten or so left.
He ran his hands over her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Bending down, he flicked her clit with his tongue, which elicited a low moan. Ah, darling, I have you right where I want you. And you can’t get away either.
He inhaled her strong feminine scent and dipped his tongue into her pussy to sample her wetness. She tasted tangy and metallic. He licked along every fold and then swirled his tongue around her clit. Slipping his fingers inside her pussy, he was rewarded by the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. She rocked her hips, and that moved the swing. In moments he would have her pussy squeezing around his hand.
He stopped, withdrawing his hand, and gave her push so she swung away from his mouth. By the time she returned, he was standing, and her crotch bumped against his hard cock instead.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you to come—”
“I was about to!”
“Later, if you’d let me finish. I want you to come later.”
“Why?”
“Because.” He’d remembered what she said about being aroused by an audience. And he knew from experience that when she was aroused, she could take and enjoy more intensity, whether that be a spanking or tighter bondage. If she’d had regrets after, he would feel bad taking advantage of her that way, but so far, when he’d pushed her, she’d wanted to be pushed again.
Now, he took that literally. He bumped into her, letting her feel the hardness of his cock against her bare pussy. The swing took her away, then back. This time he absorbed it with his hips and then thrust forward again to send her swinging. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have his cock buried in her like that.
He glanced at the clock. Five m
inutes. Plenty of time to bring her to edge again.
He absorbed her momentum and stilled her. Running his fingers over her belly, he made his way up to her breasts. Her nipples were jutting out proudly, ripe for play. He brushed his thumb across one, then flicked the other lightly. A startled gasp escaped her lips, followed by a moan. He didn’t need to be a psychic to read those noises. He pinched and pulled, flicked and caressed.
“Please make me come,” she said.
“Later,” he said.
“Fuck me?”
“Later.”
“Now?”
He heard footsteps on the stairs, and from her body language, so did she. She tensed up.
Karen’s steps were quiet, but Parker’s footfalls were unnecessarily loud, thought Craig. The other Dom was doing it on purpose and taking the steps slowly. “Come on down,” Craig called out.
Alicia stared at him in disbelief. He pinched her nipples, and she was no longer surprised, but it was different. “Now?” he asked. “Now do you want to come?”
“I don’t think—I don’t know.”
“Now do you want to be fucked?” He could tell that Karen and Parker had reached the bottom of the stairs and were right behind him. He didn’t turn around.
Alicia bit her lip, clearly undecided. Maybe it was cruel to make her admit it. As the top, he should do what he thought best. But he wanted to hear her ask. To hear her beg. He pulled out a condom wrapper and held it up in front of her.
This time, rather than asking her, he glanced over at Parker. “Do you mind if we fuck on your swing?”
Parker chuckled. “Not at all. Karen wasn’t quite convincing enough upstairs, but I think I might give her a chance to do more persuasion down here.” He sat down on the couch, and Karen grabbed a cushion and knelt in front of him.
Craig probed Alicia’s pussy with one finger. If he curled it right, he suspected he could make her come, so he avoided that, savoring her wetness and then withdrawing his finger He wanted to feel her orgasm. But he wanted his cock inside her when it happened. “You’re very aroused,” he told Alicia. He licked his finger. “Mmm.”
“Yes. Of course I am, Sir. You arouse me.”
The Sir was enough to tell him that he hadn’t gone too far. He ripped the foil packet, unzipped his pants, and rolled the condom over his cock. Craig heard a soft moan and a sucking sound coming from the direction of the couch, but he wasn’t intrigued enough to look. He saw Alicia glance over briefly before looking at him with new intent.
“Fuck me, please, Sir,” she said softly. Maybe it was his imagination, but whatever Parker and Karen were doing—and Craig thought he had a pretty good idea—it had given her courage.
“Thought you’d never ask. And so politely too.” He positioned himself. Rather than thrusting forward, he pulled on her hips. She was easy to move on the swing, almost weightless, and her pussy enveloped his aching cock. He held her there for a moment before taking a step forward, pushing Alicia back. He wasn’t sure what the best place to be was exactly, but his guess was that it was close to the center of the swing’s arc.
He pulled back and thrust forward. Alicia swung away and returned, causing him to slide almost out and back in again with force. He pushed again, establishing a rhythm. As expected, Alicia swung accordingly. A nudge was enough to keep her moving on his cock. He ran his hands lightly over her breasts and belly, wanting to touch her all over but not wanting to slow the momentum of the swing. Once he found the right speed and force, their sex was almost effortless. He missed the full-skin contact of stretching out on the bed with Alicia, but this way, all the sensations were more focused.
“Oh my God,” Alicia exclaimed. “That feels so good. Can we get one of these?”
We? For a moment he was distracted. It would be at his apartment or hers, and would be his or hers. But that didn’t make sense either. Maybe the whole thing of living in separate places didn’t make sense, or at least wouldn’t much longer. He shook his head to clear it of those thoughts, while making a note to address them later. What mattered right now was her pleasure and his.
And fucking her in front of their new friends. He had to admit that was pretty hot, and as Alicia glanced over again, he took a quick peek as well. Karen was on her knees in front of Parker, his cock in her mouth, but she caught his gaze for a moment before focusing again. Yeah, they’re watching. She’s mine. Mine.
He put his finger on her clit and pushed. He pressed on her tummy as well, moving her back on the swing without moving his cock, waiting until he was almost all the way out before pulling her forward and filling her to the hilt. God, she feels good. And she slides so easily.
“Sir, I’m going to come if you keep that up!”
“Then do.”
A few more swings, and she arched in the harness and screamed. Even though he knew it was from pleasure, as her pussy squeezed around his cock, a part of him knew she made a similar noise when he gave her a surprisingly hard swat. Pleasure and pain were maybe not too far apart.
And neither was her pleasure and his. Giving up finesse with the swing, he thrust into her hard and joined her in ecstasy a few moments later. His cum felt like it was white-hot as it jetted out again and again, bringing soothing, warm relief.
“When you come, I can feel it get warmer inside me,” Alicia whispered.
He didn’t know she could feel that even through the latex. “Mmm,” was all the response he could manage. He wasn’t feeling horribly verbal.
“It feels so good, Sir. You have no idea.”
Some idea, my dear. Because I too take great satisfaction in bringing you pleasure. But instead he found the words he expected would make her submissive heart feel the best. “It feels so good to use you, girl.” He put his hands on the chains above and slowed the swing down.
“If I was being used, then why did I come so powerfully?”
“Maybe you like it?” He bent over to hug her, wanting to feel as much of her as possible. Standing between her legs, it was a very different kind of hug, but satisfying nonetheless. Or maybe more so. His cock stayed hard.
“Most definitely I do, Sir.”
They held each other for a long minute, or maybe more. Time didn’t matter much. But he felt himself getting softer eventually.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
She pouted as he pulled out. He had to turn to properly discard the condom in a nearby wastebasket.
Parker and Karen had stopped, he noticed. Whether she had succeeded in satisfying Parker, he didn’t know, but judging from the pleased expressions on both their faces, he guessed there had been a mutually agreeable outcome. Good for them. He went back to hold Alicia, aware that Parker and Karen were watching. Now that they were done, he wanted to be between Alicia’s legs to help cover her up. Interesting. It isn’t that I want her to give others a view, it’s that I want one, and I enjoy having other people know I’m getting one. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with everything he was learning about himself, but he felt he’d grown more in the past few weeks than he had in the previous few years.
Alicia smiled at him. “You have that thoughtful look again. What are you thinking, Sir?”
“That it’s been one hell of a ride so far. And you’ve shown me parts of myself that I never knew existed.”
“And do you like what you see?”
For a moment, he thought she was referring to her body, which he liked a lot, so he started to nod. Then he realized she meant about himself. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“I like what I see very much, Sir. You’ve surprised me. And I’ve loved every minute of that.”
“Well then, that’s what makes the difference, doesn’t it?”
She looked at him quizzically.
“A guy who wants to whack girls is just someone with an attitude problem. Or maybe worse. A guy who likes to spank girls who like to be spanked, well, that’s different.”
“It is, but I don’t think you just like to spank me because I li
ke it.”
“Oh no?”
Alicia shook her head. “Because you push me. Like you pushed me here, past where I said I wanted to go. I think you like doing this. You’re too ethical to let it go with anyone who isn’t a fully willing and enthusiastic partner, but you’re perfectly willing to seduce that enthusiasm from me, and you do it so well, Sir. And I am your eager partner.”
She was all that and more. “I love you,” he said suddenly.
“Oh my God, Craig. I love you too.”
He wasn’t going to tell her she should have called him Sir. In his peripheral vision, he saw Parker take Karen’s hand and lead her from the couch, and he heard them as they crossed the room behind him and then ascended the stairs. Apparently sex wasn’t too intimate to watch, but for this they felt Craig and Alicia needed some privacy. Craig appreciated that.
He undid the cuffs that bound Alicia’s legs to the stirrups and helped lower her feet to find the ground. She undid the rest and pulled the straps of the swing over her head. They stood, hugging, for a long time.
Chapter Eight
For the next few weeks, Alicia was rarely apart from Craig, aside from work. They visited Knotty and Nice a few times and enjoyed a hot tub with Parker and Karen—although she and Craig agreed that was about as close to playing with another couple as they cared to get. More and more of Craig’s clothes had ended up at Alicia’s, and vice versa.
On Friday night, however, Craig said he had some errands to run and was being very secretive. Alicia wondered what was up. Still, he’d said he would be over first thing in the morning.
Alicia looked in the mirror and regretted that all her sexy outfits were at Craig’s. They seemed to gravitate over there, and usually that worked fine. His place was closest to the club, so when she wanted to dress up for that, it was convenient. But all she had was work clothes, which was to say T-shirts and jeans and some shorts. She found the snuggest T-shirt and the shortest shorts, because she knew he would like them. And she was feeling insecure. Why wouldn’t he tell her where he was going? She wanted to seduce him first thing and remind him of how very good they were together in bed.
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