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Wicked

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by Sasha White


  “Okay, girls, let’s have some fun.” He peeled off his T-shirt and walked over to the toys he’d spread out when they entered the room.

  21

  He’d had a brief mental outline of how he’d wanted the scene to play out before he’d even picked Lara up that night. And it had played out better than Karl had expected.

  Lara was not shy about her needs at all, and throwing Jan into the mix hadn’t shaken her up for more than a moment. Satisfaction flowed steadily though him as he took in the scene the two girls made on the big bed. He could’ve taken Lara to his house, and invited Jan over. It’s not like Jan had never been there before, but he’d guessed that just being in the club would ramp up Lara’s desires and he’d been right.

  What he hadn’t anticipated was how deeply her eagerness would affect him. His cock was rock hard and his jeans uncomfortable, but the discomfort didn’t compare to the pleasure of having Lara accept her lesson like a good girl.

  Zoning in on his toys, he picked up the riding crop and the red jelly vibrator before instructing Jan to lie on her back across the width of the bed. “Knees bent, feet planted on the mattress by your ass.” Then he had Lara stretch out in the same position, but the opposite way. “Arms above your heads, Lara, the same way Jan’s are tied. There will be no touching yourself, you are here for me to play with.”

  He walked to edge of the bed and looked down at Jan’s pretty fur-covered pussy. The little blonde curls couldn’t hide the flushed state of her engorged cunt. It was wet, shiny, and pink. He leaned forward and slid a finger inside her.

  She moaned and Lara’s head turned. “Stay as you are, Lara. Watch in the mirror on the ceiling if you want, but do not move.”

  Jan’s sex smell was becoming heavy and Lara’s nostril flared as she watched his movements in the mirror above. He added a finger to Jan’s hole and pumped it in and out slowly a few times, judging her readiness. When he was thoroughly coated with her slippery juices, he pulled his fingers out of and eased the vibrator into her.

  “There you go, baby. Doesn’t that feel good?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  He straightened up and enjoyed the view for a moment before lifting the hand with the riding crop and with a flick of his wrist, brought the tip of it down on Lara’s left nipple, making her body jerk.

  Before her surprised cry had faded he tapped it again, and then the right nipple.

  He alternated light taps between her nipples until her chest was flushed and a light sweat had broken out on her forehead.

  Up and down, light little taps, he watched her muscles twitch and listened to her. She didn’t speak, but her cries of surprise, passion, and occasionally pain, were music to his ears. He alternated them from her nipples to her thighs, and over the underside of her arms raised above her head. Her cries grew increasingly louder, and her body was soon arching into the snaps instead of away from them.

  When he pulled the crop away and snapped it over Jan’s nipples, Lara’s mewl of distress blended with Jan’s pleasure and it went straight to his head. He needed to hear more.

  Stepping a little closer to the edge of the bed, he concentrated on one of Lara nipples. Circling the nipple he tapped the side of the breast, the under curve, and all the plump flesh around the nipple, then he switched to the other breast and did the same thing until they were both a bright, pretty pink, the nipples rigid and deep red.

  Completely fascinated by the way her skin tightened and flushed so quickly he went to work on her inner thighs again…until he tapped the crop directly over her clit and watched her body arch up, and her eyes widened in panic.

  “Do not come, Lara,” he warned her, tapping her clit repeatedly. “You can’t come until I tell you or I’ll have to punish you again.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her eyes were no longer watching the action in the mirror, but glued to him. He saw the pulse throbbing in her neck and watched her hands twist together above her head as she reacted to the steady tapping of the riding crop.

  He watched her jerk and angle her hips into it, then away, into it again, then away as moans and whimpers escaped from her mouth. Her hands shifted on the bed, inching toward his leg, where her fingers touched his thigh. He met her gaze, looking down at her pretty face, flushed and contorted with her effort not to come, and he couldn’t say no. “Come for me, Lara.”

  Her hands gripped his legs, fingertips digging in as her eyes closed and her body arched in pleasure. Karl lost himself in the sight. She was so beautiful, so greedy and eager at the same time. Sweat trickled down his own forehead and he unsnapped his jeans and ran his thumb over the swollen head of his cock. He could come right that second, just from watching her. Even better, he could walk around to the other end of the bed and bury himself deep while her cunt was still spasming. That tight massage would send him to heaven and back within seconds.

  “Master, can I come?”

  Jan’s cry brought him back to the present and he cursed. He’d never gotten so lost in one girl that he’d forgotten the other before!

  “Ask me again, Jan,” he commanded hoarsely.

  “Master, may I come?” Her voice shook and he bent down and twisted the knob on the vibrator again. “Again.”

  “Master!” Her panic was clear now. “Master, may I come? May I come, Master!”

  “Yes.” He leaned forward and sucked on her clit, tonguing the small hoop there as she shattered around the vibrator, completely aware of Lara’s hand still stroking up his thigh as he did.

  When Jan’s body stopped shaking he pulled back, kissed Lara on the lips, pleased when she didn’t flinch from Jan’s flavor. He stroked her hair back from her forehead and looked down into her eyes. “You’re such a beautiful girl,” he said.

  Her hand shifted up his thigh and she cupped his balls, “Fuck me now?”

  He grabbed her wrist, pushed it away, and stepped back. Fuck!

  Sucking in air he reached deep for his control. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  He moved around the bed and bent over Jan’s head. He kissed her lips and looked deep into her eyes. Her breathing was good, her color was good, and she was smiling.

  “Are you hungry, sweetie? You’ve been so very good tonight, you deserve a treat.”

  Jan’s eyes gleamed and she nodded. “Oh yes, Master. She looks delicious.”

  “Okay, get behind her and start licking.”

  He stepped back and looked at Lara’s naked up-tilted ass, and the view of her shiny, wet vulva before him. He swung his gaze to Jan and watched her struggle to get up from her position on the bed, knowing that she enjoyed every minute of her it. When she was on her knees behind Lara, he unbound her wrists, and reseated the vibrator inside her, shifting the rope between her thighs to hold it in.

  “Good girl, Jan. This is your reward, sweetie.”

  He walked over to the club chair a few feet away and sat down facing the girls.

  Lara’s eyes met his, her surprise clear. She’d expected him to fuck her when he’d said to get in that position.

  “Not tonight, sugar.” He shook his head, not letting her see his regret. “You let Jan enjoy your pussy for as long as she wants while I watch.”

  Shifting in the chair a bit, he spread his thighs in an effort to give his balls some space. Christ! He was harder than he could ever remember being, and all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside Lara and enjoy the feel of her coming apart around him.

  He stared at her mouth, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she tried not cry out at the attention of Jan’s pierced tongue buried between her thighs. He could shove his cock down her throat while Jan ate her, but that would still be a step in the wrong direction.

  It would be giving in to her hunger for him. And if he did that now, he’d never get control of her. He needed to build her need for sexual pleasure into a need for him—then he’d feed the need.

  Like the need in her eyes right then was just to come, but it wasn’t necessarily for him. �
�Come for me, Lara. I want to watch you come.”

  Her eyes popped wide and, she started to pant. Seconds later she threw her head back and her cry of pleasure echoed through the room.

  “Again,” he told her. “Come as many times as Jan can make you, but you are not allowed to move from that position.”

  Lara’s cheeks flushed, her bright eyes meeting his as she moaned and another orgasm hit. If it weren’t for the faint pleading look in her gaze, he’d take her stare as a challenge. But her challenges weren’t as bold as that.

  No, she wouldn’t challenge him directly after agreeing to give being submissive a try. Lara was too proud for that. The pleading was for him; he could sense that it was starting to happen. The orgasms were good, but that look told him she wanted him, and he needed that.

  She probably didn’t even know she was challenging him.

  Karl knew it, though. He knew better than to let a sub touch him without invitation during a scene. First he’d forgotten about Jan, then he’d let Lara touch his leg, grip his leg. Sure, she was eager, but she was greedy, too.

  Damn it, he knew that. Her actions demanded he get tougher on them both. That he not only control her, but himself also.

  It was a first.

  * * *

  Jan was the first to recover when Karl called a halt to the playing. She came out from behind Lara, who collapsed on the bed after coming more times than he could count, with a dreamy smile on her face.

  Pride filled his chest as he got up and walked over to the bed. They’d both done very well tonight.

  First he checked on Lara, whose eyes cracked open when he brushed back her hair to see her face. Her pupils were fine and her breathing was deep and falling into a regular pattern. He pressed a kiss to her damp temple. “Sleep for a little bit, sugar. I won’t leave you.”

  Lara’s eyes drifted shut, and he leaned over Jan, who had curled up on the bed next to them. Using a towel he’d taken from the stack in the room’s private bath moments before he called the stop in play, he wiped her face clean, stroked her hair and kissed her gently. “You’re such a good sub, sweetie. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

  Jan’s lids fluttered open and she smiled at him. “Yes, Master. Very much.”

  “You know you’re very special to me, don’t you, Jan?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Warmth filled him and he made sure she saw it in his expression. “This will be our last time together for a little while.”

  Jan nodded slowly, understanding clear in her gaze. “She’s special, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, I think she is. But she needs a lot of training, and all of my attention for now.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Karl began to undo Jan’s ropes, the silence between them both comfortable, and poignant. When the ropes were all removed, he settled on the bed, a hand on each naked woman as they dozed lightly, content with his decision. About fifteen minutes later Jan stirred, and rose from the bed.

  After quietly dressing, she leaned down and kissed Karl goodnight. “If she needs someone to talk to, you can give her my email,” she whispered. “Good luck. You deserve to find the one.”

  The door opening and closing as Jan exited the room was not loud, but it was enough to wake Lara up.

  “Hey, sugar,” he greeted he when she focused her heavy lidded gaze on him. “Ready to get cleaned up?”

  Lara hummed her compliance and he stood, holding his hand out to her. He led her to the private washroom and had her stand by while he turned the shower on. A few quick twists on the knobs and he had the temperature right.

  He unzipped Lara’s boots and helped her ease her feet out.

  “I can walk,” she protested when he picked her up to put her into the shower.

  “I know,” he replied. “But I want to do this. And what I want goes.”

  He knew he was taking the after care a little far for the relatively simple scene they’d just had, but he couldn’t stop himself. The need to take care of her, to cuddle and touch and clean and pamper, was too strong.

  After a very brief inner struggle, he ditched his jeans and climbed into the shower with her.

  “Oh yes,” Lara murmured, running her hands over his chest, then reaching for his semi-hard cock.

  “No, Lara,” he said sternly. “This isn’t play time. Let’s clean you up, baby.”

  Irritation flashed across her expressive face, and he waited, but she kept silent. When it was clear she wasn’t going to speak, he smiled, and kissed her forehead. “Good girl.”

  He soaped up his hands and skimmed them over her body. Cupping her breasts, and making her spread her legs so he could wash her pussy and inner thighs.

  A small whimper sounded when he stroked across her clit and he crooned to her. “I know, baby. You’re very sensitive now, aren’t you?”

  Like a needy little girl, she curled up against this chest and his heart skipped a beat.

  She was the perfect fit.

  The water streamed over them for another minute before Karl shut the taps off, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to the bed. The sensual haze was fading from her eyes and she was watching him silently as he toweled off and got dressed again.

  He picked up her dress, and held it out to her, watching carefully as she silently put it on. He set her boots down in front of her and quickly put his toys away.

  “C’mon, sugar. Let’s go home.”

  He put his arm around her shoulders and led her through the short maze of hallways above the club, until they exited the building at street level. His truck was five feet away and he helped her in, buckled her up and was behind the wheel before she spoke.

  “So,” she said. “How’d I do?”

  He glanced at her quickly, pleased to see her eyes were alert and awake, even though she was relaxed back against the seat while she watched him drive. He grabbed her hand and put it on his thigh with a small squeeze. “You did great.”

  A comfortable silence fell, and Karl tried desperately to ignore the way Lara’s thumb rubbed tiny circles on his thigh. His hard-on had finally gone down and she had his balls tightening all over again.

  But there was no way he’d tell her to stop. Not then.

  He pulled up to the curb in front of her house and turned the truck off, but before he could climb out of his seat, Lara’s hand squeezed his thigh. “You stay here, sexy. I can make it in on my own.”

  He froze, and turned to look at her. “I will walk you to the door, and make sure you are home safe.”

  Her eyes widened and he saw her walls quickly rebuilding in her mind. “Sure, okay,” she said with a shrug.

  He climbed out of the truck and walked around to her door. The night was dark, the neighborhood quiet, and all he heard was the blood rushing through his head. Did she have to start testing him again already?

  He helped her down from the truck, grabbed her hand and led the way to the separate entrance at the rear of the house for her basement suite.

  His cock was rising fast, and the need to pin her to the wall and show her who was in charge was one he would not deny. The second Lara pushed open the door he moved.

  He had her pinned to the wall with his body pressed full length against her. “I am the one in charge, Lara. Not you.” He pressed his forehead to hers and stared into her eyes, willing her to accept his words, his will. “If I want to walk you to the door, I will. If I want to spank your ass, I will. If I want you to bend over and take it up the ass, you will. Do you understand?”

  Blue fire lit up her eyes at his words, and her breath rushed out in pants. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Say it.”

  “You’re in charge.”

  She said the words, her excitement visible in the rapid pulse at her throat, and way her body strained against his, but there was still a defiant spark in her eyes.

  Karl slammed his mouth down on hers, parting her lips and thrusting his tongue in deep. He ground his hard-on against her sensitive pussy until her hand
s were clutching at him, her leg lifting to wrap around his hips, her whimpering cries filling his mouth.

  Then he pulled back. He sucked on her full bottom lip for a second, and then scraped his teeth over it. “Sweet dreams, my girl.”

  And he left, closing the door behind him and leaving her propped against the wall. He should’ve told her she couldn’t masturbate without his permission, but he forgot.

  22

  She couldn’t sleep. The crisp, cool sheets rubbed against her sensitized skin with every breath, and her mind would not shut down.

  It still amazed her that Karl hadn’t fucked her. Sure, she’d had a good time with orgasms galore, so many that she’d lost count and passed out as soon he’d called a stop to Jan’s attentions. The woman really knew how to eat pussy, her tongue piercing adding a certain edge to the experience—but it hadn’t been a cock.

  That was the problem with women for lovers. After living with her father and dealing with his drunken friends all the time, her opinion of men hadn’t been very good. It had been so bad that she’d thought she was a lesbian. She’d wanted to be a lesbian…but it hadn’t worked out that way.

  The gentle touch of a woman was pleasant, and she’d yet to meet a man who could eat pussy as good as another woman, but Lara loved cock.

  She loved the weight of a man on top of her, the feel of him touching, rubbing, and inside her. How sick was it that she’d suffered her dad’s friends’ creepy stares and sneaky touches until one of them had gone too far and she’d finally fought back, yet the thing that turned her on the most, was the feeling of a man’s body invading hers? Or having him in control of her body, and God, that orgasm-on-command thing! She’d never been an easy O, but when Karl told her to come, her body clenched and shuddered with sensation.

  He invaded her senses without even touching her.

  There were times when just the tone of his voice made her cream her panties. His scent, the piercing gaze…he seeped into her from every direction whenever she was close to him. He made her forget that it was just physical. He got into her head and used it to pleasure her body.

 

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