by Haley Monroe
“It’s kind of romantic.” Steph smiles.
“It is, huh?” I giggle. The wine is starting to loosen up my body and my mind.
“Maybe I’ll ask him. I mean it can’t hurt, right?”
“Nope.” I lift my glass and lean forward to clink mine to hers. “To BDSM.”
“To BDSM.” Steph leans back with a heavy sigh. “Alright chick, time to spill it. What happened today?” My nose wrinkles and I shake my head.
“Why ruin this good thing we got going on in here?”
“Because, I want to make sure you’re okay before we start playing. I don’t know much about the lifestyle, but I know that honesty is everything, in anything.” I let my eyes close and drop my head back against the tiles that are how as warm as the water filling the air.
“I don’t even really know how to begin.” I hear her shuffling around, but keep my eyes closed and pull in a deep breath. “This guy, I guess he’s my new neighbor, I don’t even know. He asked me for a ride to town this morning and wouldn’t really take no for an answer, not that I would have been able to say no. I’m such a fucking pushover. He cornered me in the grocery store, he was trying to touch me and saying really fucked up things like he was watching me this morning while I was on the phone with Jacob and that he thought I wanted him.”
“Jesus,” Steph gasps and I open my eyes to find her hand covering her mouth.
“Yeah, I screamed. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that before, but I couldn’t get him off me, Steph. I tried. I pushed with all I had and he didn’t budge. He ran off and the police came to the store to talk to me. They don’t even know if the first name he gave me is his real one, I don’t feel safe at my house knowing he could still be around watching me. If the psycho would try to touch me in public like that, what would he do in private?”
“Mr. Hoff will let you stay here. Hell, he might make you, when you tell him.” My tummy twists and I drink down more wine.
“I don’t want to run away. I always run away.”
“It’s not running away, silly. It’s being safe.” Steph’s glass is empty again and mine is just about there too. She stands up and turns off the steam. She plops back down next to my legs and places her hand on my thigh. “It’s okay to let people take care of you, you know that don’t you?”
“I’m learning that, yeah.” I blink up at her and her face is so kind.
“We better get ready, hon. Mr. Hoff will be here soon.”
Chapter Six
Steph is dressed in a pale white babydoll that parts under her small breasts, showcasing her flat tummy. A tiny trim of baby pink outlines her outfit and her hair is down, flowing beautiful. I’m dressed almost exactly the same, our babydoll’s are opposites. Where hers is white, mine is pink and where mine is pink, hers is white. Underneath our tops, we’re wearing small thongs that match each of our outfits.
“We’re like fucking twins.” Steph smirks at me and flicks her hair. “Mr. Hoff is gonna pee his pants.”
“I hope not, it’d put a damper on things if we had to clean him up before we could get started.” I chuckle through my nerves. I want him to be excited and turned on. Not shocked and angry.
“I know I agreed to this, but can we kind of talk it out a little?” Steph is wringing her hands together and I imagine she’s as nervous as I am or even more so than me. I mean, her job could be on line if this goes down the wrong way.
“Sure.” I pop the cork on the second bottle of wine and refill both our glasses.
“Like I said, I don’t really like men. I’m not really that comfortable touching Mr. Hoff. I’d rather keep my involvement based around you, is that okay?”
“Yes,” I exclaim then cough to cover up my blurted words. “I think that would be best.”
“Do you think you’ll be jealous?” She reads me so easily.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been in this place before, you know? Normally, I’m the one sharing someone else’s man, not sharing mine. I don’t think I will be, but it’s kind of a relief to hear you won’t be going gah gah for Jacob.”
“I just want the experience.” She reaches out for my elbow and squeezes. “Thank you for giving me the chance. I feel safe here in this house, I know Mr. Hoff would never do anything to hurt me and I just feel this crazy connection to you, Hannah.” I wrap her in a hug and we sway side to side.
“Did we just become best friends?” I tease, recalling the line from that goofy movie about adult step children.
“I think we did.” She sniffles and I pull back quickly to look at her face.
“Tears?” I question.
“Happy ones. Thankful ones.” I wipe my hands across her cheeks to get rid of the tears.
“Well, shake ‘em off, buttercup. We got a threesome to get started.” We both burst out in laughter and hand in hand we head back downstairs.
There’s a formal sitting room off of the foyer and that’s where we plan to execute our little party. There are two snow white sofas and a small coffee table between them. A grandfather clock near the window strikes six o’clock and I look at Steph with wide eyes. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”
“He should be walking through the door, any minute now.” She bounces on her toes and looks out the window. “Oh my God, why am I so nervous?”
“More wine!” I dash out of the room, loving the feel of the wood floor against my bare feet and run up the stairs. I snatch our glasses and the last unopened bottle of wine. By the time I get back down to Steph, my heart is racing and I’m panting for breath. I pass her the bottle and she works the cork. I sit on my knees in the couch and start to feel squirmy inside. The nerves always make my arousal that much higher. “God, damn. I gotta work out more if running up and down those stairs make me this winded.”
“We could make use of the gym here at the house.” Step suggests. “Mr. Hoff is in it all the time when he’s home but he’s gone so often that we could really work up a sweat in there.”
“I think we’re fixen’ to work up a sweat now.” I joke in the most gaudy way that makes us both chuckle.
Steph sits next to me and hands me my glass. We each take a few sips while looking at each other in the eyes, the laughter between us falling to a silent tension. “Ready?” She asks in a husky whisper. I nod my head and we both lower our glasses to the coffee table.
I lean forward and take her face in my hands. She holds my sides as our lips meet. It’s a soft kiss. Her lips feel so different from the firmness of Jacob’s mouth. Her lips part and I dip my tongue between her lips. Her tongue taste like the wine we’ve been drinking and her moan urges me on. I slip my hand behind her head and press my body against hers.
Steph’s legs part and I tuck my leg between hers. She grinds her pussy against my thigh and it’s hot. So fucking hot. That it turns me on too. I moan into her mouth when her fingers tease up and down the length of my sides. She strokes her fingers as we kiss, from my hips to the sides of my tits.
I let my hand curl in her hair, controlling the kiss the way Jacob does with me. She relaxes under me, letting me pull her head back and deepen the kiss. We get lost in each other’s touches. Her hands are soft, smooth as they tease me. She’s unhurried and carefree as we make out. We’re so lost in each other that we don’t hear the front door open. We don’t hear the sound of Jacob’s footsteps as he enters the room and watches us.
We don’t notice until he clears his throat and we jump a part. “Well, well. What do we have here?” Jacob asks with his right elbow perked way up. He looks even better than I remember. A long day of travel has left his button up shirt slightly wrinkled and he has the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. His arms are crossed over his big chest, making his shoulder appear even bigger. Thick, sexy veins run down his bare forearm and I ache to tease my tongue down every pulsing line.
His jaw sports a bit of grey stubble and just looking at him makes my pussy throb. “Happy birthday, Daddy.” I smile sweetly and bat my lashes. �
�Welcome to your birthday surprise.”
“This is for me, is it?” He walks in a bit closer, watching us with dark eyes. My thigh is still between Steph’s legs, her pussy still pressed tightly to my leg and her hands still on my sides. I glance over at her and her face is impassive. I stroke my hand through her hair and look back at Jacob.
“All for you, Daddy.” I purr. He sits on the sofa opposite of us and picks up the glass of wine closest to him. It’s mine and there isn’t much left, but he drinks it anyway. Swallowing down the last bit while eyeing me over the rim.
“Well then, don’t let me interrupt. Continue.” He nods in our direction and I turn back to Steph. She’s shaking a little under me and I kiss her forehead. I reach for her hands and hold them together in mine. I reach up, pushing her hands above her head as I move my lips down the side of her face. I kiss near her ear and whisper.
“Relax. It’s okay.” She nods so slowly and exhales. I kiss her throat and her body bows just a bit, pushing her cunt a little higher on my thigh. “Keep your hands up here for me.” I command. “If they fall, I’ll have Jacob punish you, understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers with so much heat flooding her voice. I look over at Jacob as I kiss my way between Steph’s breasts.
“She was curious about kink, Daddy.” I release her hands, trusting her to stay in place and slide my hands down her arms and to her tits. “The poor thing cleans up after us, but has never experienced play. I thought for your birthday we could gift her with a little scene.”
“How thoughtful of you, kitten.” He doesn’t sound or look upset but he’s being hard to read. I sneak a peek at his cock and his dick is straining to reach me, tenting his slacks. That’s got to be a good sign.
“Tell me what you want me to do to her, Daddy.” I push the cups of Steph’s babydoll to the side. Exposing her breasts to her employer. She whines softly and I find the power she’s giving me over her body empowering. Like I could rule the world. I wonder if this is how Jacob feels when I submit to him.
“I think you should make her come, kitten. You haven’t disobeyed me today, have you?”
“No, Sir.” I scoot back on the couch and kiss at Steph’s stomach while massaging her tits with my hands. She’s moaning softly, her eyes closed as she loses herself in my touches. My hands move down and I push her thighs open even more to kiss over her thong covered pussy mound.
“Tell me how she smells.” He grunts.
“Needy, Daddy. She smells needy.”
“Well, give her what she needs, sweet girl.” His voice is so husky, turning me on even more. I lower my upper body and lift my ass for Jacob to watch as I peel Steph’s thong to the side. I lick up her slit and she twitches. I hear Jacob standing up and I turn to watch him come closer to us. His hand palms my ass. “Go on. Make her come, Hannah. Give her what she needs.”
I moan at the feel of his hand on my skin. I’ve missed his touch and I’ve missed hearing his voice. He isn’t mad at the surprise we’ve concocted and everything will be okay. I relax, sinking two fingers into Steph’s wet pussy. I suck on her clit in the way that Jacob does to me. My fingers move like his do and I’m turning myself on by pulling up memories of the way he touches me.
“Open your eyes, Steph.” He demands from behind me. I hear the hitch in her breath and know when she’s complied. “Part of the pleasure is knowing just how out of control you really are. You have no way to shield yourself from Hannah or I. How does that make you feel?”
I suck softly on her pussy, slowing my motions so she can think. The tip of my tongue find the nub of her clit and I push it around, flick my tongue over the very top of it. “Sexy!” She gulps. “It makes me feel so fucking sexy, Sir.”
“That’s good.” Jacob’s hand swats my ass, pushing my face deeper into Steph’s soaked pussy. “You better not come without Hannah’s permission. She controls your pleasure in this moment.” His hand rubs down the center of my thong, feeling how wet I am. “And I control hers.”
I lengthen my spine to press my cunt against his hand. His big hand that covers all of me. His touch is teasing, far too soft for what I need right now. I hum over Steph’s clit and she bucks. I feel her body gripping my fingers and I pump her even harder.
“I’m, I’m, I’m,” she chants between gasps of air. “Please!”
“Come.” I mumble into her skin. “Come, Steph.” And she does. She falls apart on my fingers. Shivering and bucking. She’s beautiful as she breaks for me. I keep kissing her pretty pussy, prolonging her orgasm. When she sighs and her shivering stops, it’s my turn to be surprised. Jacob fists my hair at the back of my head and yanks me back away from her open body.
He growls in my ear. “You’ve been a bad kitten, again.” He pulls me off the couch and bends me over the coffee table. It’s so low that I stumble to my knees as he pushes me down.
“How?” I squeak. “I’ve been good, Daddy. I didn’t touch myself, I swear.”
“Oh, I believe you, but this little surprise party should have been approved by me.” His hand slaps over my right ass cheek and I suck in a breath at how good it feels to have him spanking me.
“It wouldn’t have been a surprise if I asked for permission, Daddy.” I pout at him from over my shoulder and he spanks me again. This one stings deep. It burns all the way through my skin and sears my clit. I feel my heart beat pounding in my pussy, begging for release he’s been denying me.
“Did you consider the consequences of such actions?” He releases my hair and comes to stand in front of me.
“I did, but I didn’t have anything else to gift you on your birthday.” I gaze up into his beautiful face. “I wanted to make you happy, Daddy.”
He caresses my cheek and speaks to Steph while looking at me. He points toward my ass and says, “Steph, spank her while I make her gag on my fucking dick.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hear Steph and then feel her small hand strike me. She’s hitting me hard, like she’s desperate to please Jacob as well.
He works his belt open and then his pants. Steph coughs when his giant cock springs free and I wish I could see her face. Is she as shocked by all of his thirteen inches like I was? Is she intrigued or afraid of his length? I don’t have any more time to ponder these thoughts because Jacob has my head in his hands again.
He forces his cock into my mouth, not that I don’t want to suck him, I do, but he isn’t giving me a choice. He shoves himself all the way down my throat, until I gag. Until I spew spit on his cock and drool floods down my chin. Steph is still spanking me, setting my ass on fire.
“Mmm, that’s right. Do you like that, Hannah? Do you like your little friend spanking your ass while you choke on my fucking dick?” I try to look up at Jacob but my face is pressed into his pelvis and all I can see is his shirt. My vision is blurry from my tears of struggle. It’s hard to breath with his cock blocking my throat and every time I gag, more tears pool in my eyes.
I nod as much as his grip will allow me to because speaking is impossible. His shaft has my tongue pinned down inside of my mouth as he works me relentlessly. “Yeah, I know you do. Dirty fucking girl. Turning my housekeeper into your personal slut without permission from your Daddy. You need a good fucking punishment, don’t you?”
I whine around his cock, more saliva falls from my mouth making a puddle on the coffee table under me. He pulls his dick from my mouth and slaps me in the face with it. It doesn’t hurt but it shocks me. Spit connects his wet shaft to my face and it strikes my other cheek with his dick. “Are you mad?” I ask, blinking up at him as my tears dry on my cheeks.
“No, kitten. Not mad.” He looks past me to Steph. “This will change nothing between the three of us, but if Steph wants kink experience, she can come to the club with us and learn there. No more surprises like this, do you both understand?” I look over my shoulder at Steph who is nodding furiously with a red face.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hoff.” She whispers.
“No need for that, dear. Th
is was a wonderful birthday surprise but I’d like to fuck the shit out of my girl now and I don’t need an audience.” His voice is firm but kind and those butterflies come to life in my tummy again. “Thank you for spanking her, you’ve done a wonderful job of it.” He looks down at me, his cock still in his hand and taps his smooth dick head over my lips. “I’m sure you can see yourself out?”
“Yes, Mr. Hoff.” Steph comes around the table to my side and I’m surprised when she bends down to kiss my dick slapped cheek. “Thank you for everything, Hannah.”
Chapter Seven
Steph is gone and it’s just Jacob and I. His cock brushing against my open lips as he gazes down at me. “Are you sure you aren’t mad?” I ask again, loving the way his cock feels against my mouth as I speak.
“I’m surprised by my feelings, Hannah. Normally, I would have thought this to be the best birthday surprise of my life, but everything is different with you. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you and watching someone else’s lips pressed to yours, someone else’s hands touching your sides.” His hand touches his stomach and his head shakes. “I didn’t like it. I felt jealous, which I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. I know the surprise came from a good place, but can we agree not to do this again?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I lick my tongue around the tip of his pretty cock. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jealous. You have everything else, you’ve been everywhere. What else was a girl to do for her Daddy’s big day?”
Jacob backs up and grabs me under my arms, he pulls me up to my feet and hugs me. His hard cock stuck between us. “You are the best gift, Hannah. Every day that you are with me is a gift and I don’t need or want anything more than what we have. A birthday is just another day. Just another day that I’m blessed enough to spend in your company. You’ll always be enough.” My cheeks flush and I throw my arms around his neck.