Touch: The Complete Series

by Cara Dee

  Sitting up straighter, with Evangeline still on my lap, I gather Brayden close as well and zip up my pants. He definitely needs to come. And if I go by the wetness on his glistening cock, Evangeline is desperate for a release, too. Hell, I can feel it as she shifts. She's soaking wet.

  "The second we step foot into the bedroom, you will refer to me as Sir or Master." The latter is only because I intend to pursue an arrangement with them. Otherwise, I'm always Master Cooper when I play while being unattached. "What I demand is honesty, quick answers to my questions, and that you're vocal. In other words, I want you to speak freely—as long as you remain respectful. Got it?" They nod, eyes telling me I have their undivided attention. "Good. Brayden, as I understand, you're not ready for me to touch you sexually. Am I correct?"

  His cheeks darken, possibly at my straightforwardness. "Yes, Sir—um, yes."

  "And that’s fine," I implore quietly. "Really. Though, there will be some touching. You didn’t mind how close I was at the club, right?" He shakes his head no, blushing harder. His nipples tighten, too. "I won't go much further than that, I promise. What about toys? Am I allowed to use a plug on you? Dildos, beads, blindfolds, cuffs?"

  "That’s—" he coughs and lowers his gaze "—that’s fine. All of that."

  Fucking splendid. "You're going to make this hard for me, pup." The corners of my mouth tug upward slightly at the pun.

  I'm serious; I want him to know that I find him attractive as hell—that I desire him, too. And judging by the way he's shifting in his seat and the smile he's trying to hide, I'd say my comment sits well with him.

  "And you, kitten…" I tilt my head in her direction. "How can I use you for my pleasure?" Her pupils dilate as I ghost my thumb over her jaw. "I've already had my cock here." I slowly push my thumb into her mouth. "But…" My hand trails down her exposed front 'til it rests between her luscious tits. "What about here?" She nods, seemingly dazed. Then farther down, I cup her crotch—her wet pussy. She parts her legs more. I feel her heat. "What about here, subbie?"

  "Yes," she breathes out. "Please. I-I want it."

  I suppress a groan and lean in to whisper in her ear. "There's your sexy ass, too. One day—" I leave an openmouthed kiss below her ear "—will you let me take you there?"

  "Yes." She whimpers when I apply pressure to my thumb that’s pushing against her slit. "I like that." The confession turns her a little shy. "I know Brayden does, too. We've—we've done it."

  "That sounds like something I'd love to watch." I smile against her skin, noticing how a shiver courses through her. "You're good with me restraining you?"

  There's a final nod, and then I'm satisfied for now.

  Leaving the living room, I usher them into my bedroom where I stand behind them in the doorway. As they take in the large room, I remind them of their safewords and that I want them to speak up. I also ask if they have any joint issues or if they cramp easily. They shake their heads no.

  My room looks like any normal bedroom, though a few touches tell people in the lifestyle that so much more can go on in here. Warm and inviting in browns, whites, and greens—and intimidating to a knowing eye.

  Brayden stares wide-eyed at the big four-poster bed straight ahead, or more correctly: the metal rings screwed into the wood. Meanwhile, Evangeline peers over to a bench in the western corner, right now only decorative, and I wonder if she knows it's a spanking bench as soon as one side is lowered. The flat surface of polished wood is as large as a torso, and I wouldn’t mind bending either of my subs over it for a spanking. Even the large window to our right can be used in a scene. Stretching eight feet up from the floor, the window frame is the perfect spot to scare—or thrill—a submissive with the thought of onlookers. Especially if that sub is shackled—one metal ring in each corner would see to that.

  In the eastern corner, near the bed, there's an armoire full of toys and other implements. Both my little ones have noticed it. They've also noticed the hook in the ceiling in the right corner closest to us. The floor is empty around that space, and the sex swing I've bought for that hook is in the armoire.

  Lastly, in the corner to our left, obscured by the open door, there's a table housing fresh towels, a fully-stocked mini fridge, the docking station to my iPod, my camera equipment, and a few boxes with lotions, condoms, lube, painkillers, wipes, antibacterial gel, and a first aid kit.

  For months, I've had this room—hell, this whole apartment—designed and prepared for playtime. To say I'm ready to christen the place would be the understatement of the year.

  When I speak, I startle them, perhaps because they're so busy staring into my room. "Brayden, I want you in the middle of the bed. On your back. Evangeline, you can open that armoire over there."

  As they scurry to obey, I walk over to the table and push play on my Goth metal list, keeping the volume low. The heavy beat will add to the atmosphere, as will the dim lighting and lit candles. Quickly leaving the room, I duck out to the kitchen to fill up a bowl with hot water for later. When I'm back, I leave it next to a few washcloths. Walking over to the armoire next, I drop our clothes near the window. All that’s left are my leathers. And one sub's kitty ears.

  Evangeline's waiting for me, and Brayden's gaze follows us from the bed. Both naked. Ready to be used and pleasured.

  "These will suffice for tonight." My chest presses against Evangeline's back when I reach closer and pull out four black silk ties from the armoire. I'm saving cuffs and shackles for another night. Evangeline has undoubtedly seen them.

  All of it. Dildos, beads, rope, plugs, bullets, spreader bars, feathers, crops, floggers, switches, tawses, a cane, my bullwhip, BDSM tape, wax candles, clamps, blindfolds, gags, paddles… All on display in the compartments.

  "Hmm, what else?" I pretend to ponder while I leave a trail of kisses along her neck and shoulder. "I have plans for your mouth and pussy, so that’s covered. But what…about…" I lean over her and pick out a new plug and a J-shaped vibrator. That small anchor will make any man go insane, vibrating against the spot between balls and ass, while the longer end is inside and applying pressure on the prostate. "And this." I unwrap a small flexi crop hanging on the inside wall of the armoire, because I want to test my theory on giving Evangeline some pain with her pleasure. "Hold it, please." I give her the crop, letting her get acquainted with it.

  Then I leave her there and put down the toys on one of the nightstands, not saying a word as I begin to tie up Brayden. The black silk wraps around his wrists and ankles. Arms and legs spread. Tied to the rings in the wood. Not too tightly; silk is deceptive with how quickly it can cut off the circulation. Satisfied with my work, I stand at the foot of the bed, admiring Brayden's naked body as I rub a palm over my cock that’s slowly waking up after that blow job.

  He tests the bindings, pulling and twisting, and when he understands he's not going anywhere, he groans and stops struggling. His cock juts up toward his lower abs, looking painfully hard. And it gets me thinking… He's naked, vulnerable, exposed, and I've never seen him so aroused. It could be one of his kinks—being scrutinized, preyed upon… For many, that’s humiliating. Which turns some subs on like nothing else. Could that be it? We'll see.

  After retrieving lube, wipes, and condoms from the table, I tell Evangeline, "Kneel next to Brayden on the bed."

  I walk to the opposite side and kneel on Brayden's other side. With him between us, I pull Evangeline close and slam my lips to hers. I swallow her moan, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. The crop in her hand lands on Brayden's chest with a muted slap, and then I have Evangeline's arms around my neck. The skin around my cock tightens, blood rushing and surging.

  The preparations and everything leading up to this moment fades at the crackling tension. The fire sizzling around us makes everything else appear technical and mechanical.

  I groan, my kiss going from hungry to downright bruising. Evangeline takes it. She cries out, as if saying she wants more. She even clings to me, seemingly forgetting that
her boyfriend is still tied to the mattress between us.

  "Master…" Brayden's voice snaps me back to reality, and I grab Evangeline's jaw and break away from the kiss, panting. The first thing I see is the effect our kiss had on my boy. Arousal has beaded at the head of his cock, and it's slowly trickling down his shaft. Fuck me. My mouth waters, and I swallow.

  Reaching for the J-shaped vibrator and the lube, I get between Brayden's parted legs and look him in the eye. "Growing desperate, pup?" Testing his limits, I lube up two fingers and press the pad of my middle finger against his hole. He tenses up, but at the same time, he nods furiously. Either in response to my question or as in my touch is okay. This was what I meant earlier when I said there would be some touching. Because I won't have a sub doing my job. That’s a line I won't cross.

  I look down and watch as my finger disappears into him, past the ring of muscle, until I can't get deeper. He's tight, but he's not a stranger to anal play.

  "Evangeline has fucked you with dildos before, hasn’t she?" I add a second finger, and a part of me wants to pleasure him just like this.

  "Yes," he grits out, breathing heavily. "Yes, Master." Fuck, it feels good to hear that title coming from his mouth. "I—I can't help it. Can't help that I like it." He groans when I press in a third. "Oh, God."

  "I'm glad you like it, Brayden," I murmur huskily. "You have no fucking idea how much that pleases me. I'm grateful you're willing to share this with me." He shudders and relaxes. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, I prepare the vibrator for him and then use a wipe for my fingers. "It'll feel a bit cold in the beginning." Gently cupping his balls, I start to push in the slicked-up vibrator. He squirms and moans, eyes closed. "Such a good boy." Much like Evangeline, Brayden is bare for me. She waxes; he shaves. "That’s right—relax for your Master." When the vibrator is in place, I switch it on.

  "Fuck!" A spasm rolls through him. His firm muscles contract. Defined abs and pecs. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

  "You're not allowed to come until I say so." I position myself across from Evangeline once more and pick up the crop. With Brayden between us, I plan to explore her tolerance for pain. "You know what this is, kitten?"

  "A riding crop, Master," she whispers fearfully. "I know I said that I don’t know enough, but…" Misery flashes across her features as she eyes the implement. "I don’t like pain, Sir." Yet, she loved it when I flogged her.

  It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction to figure them out, and this isn't a journey of discovery only for me. It's for them, too, and there's a lot to unravel.

  "And I think you're wrong, beautiful," I whisper back. "We'll start with just one, okay? You know your safewords."

  She nods jerkily and sucks in a breath. In her eyes, I can see that she's expecting the worst. She's preparing herself for pain—severe pain. And I could stun her; I could let the crop snap against her skin without a warning, except I want to prove a point. So, I draw out the anticipation and slide the patch of leather over her skin, down her neck, over her exquisite tits, circling her nipples, and allow her eyes to follow each movement. She wonders where I will strike. Fully aware of the tool, waiting, she steels herself for impact.

  "Ready?" I lower the crop to her stomach, then even farther down until it settles on the mound of her pussy. She grits her teeth and gives me another jerky nod. At her sides, her hands are balled into tight little fists. I smile. And with a quick flick of my wrist, the crop comes down with a snap! on her slit.

  "Ouch! That fucking hurt!" She lets out a cute snarl. "Master."

  My smile turns wry. "Did it really?"

  Brayden grits out a moan.

  She glares. "Yes. It did. Sir. It hurt—a lot." Liar, liar. Flogging did it for her at Switch. This isn't worse.

  Her eyes betray the surprise of the impact—the fact that it hurt less than she feared. Probably also that the pain it did inflict gave her a thrill of pleasure. Now she's only holding on to her pride. Being proved wrong is never fun.

  I keep staring at her, giving her a chance to retract the claws. It takes a moment, and I turn my focus on Brayden while I wait, but then she's evidently done.

  She huffs. "Fine. Maybe it didn’t hurt that much. But it still hurt!"

  This time I don’t warn her. Before she can react, I flick down the crop three times in quick succession right over her clit. Just as she's about to cry out, I grab her jaw and pull her close.

  "Explain this, then," I hiss and show her the leather of the crop's end. It's fucking drenched. With a dark grin on my face, I smear the wetness of the leather across her pouty lips. "Are you going to tell me it's juices from being turned on earlier?" I lower my voice. "Or are you going to tell me the truth."

  She whimpers. "It did hurt a little—"

  "It's supposed to."

  "Okay, okay." Her eyes well up slightly. "I liked it."

  I nod and release her. "Because you don’t hate pain, Evangeline." I point to Brayden's dripping cock. "Suck him." Jumping off the bed, I unzip my leathers and walk over to the armoire. In there, I locate another four silk ties, and then I return to the bed. "I want you between Brayden's legs. But don’t stop sucking him. He's needy and fucking desperate."

  Brayden groans and digs the back of his head deeper into the pillows.

  While Evangeline positions herself, I push down my pants and grab one of the condoms. Making a quick decision, I take the lube and the plug, too. Then I get behind her on the bed and tie her left leg to Brayden's right. The right with his left follows.

  "Hands behind your back, subbie." She obeys immediately, her head still bobbing up and down on Brayden's cock. I gather her wrists with the third silk tie and secure it with a knot. For her, my goal now is both pain and discomfort. "Not too tight?"

  "No, Master," she breathes out.

  "Good." The last tie goes under Brayden's lower back, then over Evangeline's neck, where I secure the ends. As a result, she's locked in her position. The only room she has is a few inches to move over her boyfriend's dick. "Comfortable?"

  It's a pitiful whimper this time. "No, Master."

  Excellent. Next is the plug. Fingers slicked with lube, I slowly push one into her ass. Aside from tensing up, she takes it perfectly. By the second finger, she relaxes and redoubles her efforts to pleasure Brayden. I praise her with words and caresses, letting her get used to every intrusion. The plug I prepare isn't a large one, so after warming her up with three fingers, I press the piece inside her and encourage her to push back. It helps her accept it with less resistance.

  "Color?"

  "Green," she croaks.

  "Good girl." I finger her pussy for a beat, my fingers coming out wet and fucking delicious. "Take a deep breath." Reaching for the condom, I tear the foil and roll the rubber down my length. Then I grip her hips and tease her pussy only for a second, slapping the head of me across her clit, before I slam inside her.

  Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

  I grind my teeth together. So hot, so wet, goddamn tight.

  "Oh, my God," Evangeline chokes out.

  "Color?" I ask them through clenched teeth.

  "Green, Master—I need to come," Brayden spits out in a rush.

  "Not yet, pup." I laugh, out of breath, and rub Evangeline's soft ass. "You, kitten?"

  "Yell—" She pauses and sucks in air.

  I'm proud of her. I know I'm pushing her; not only is she completely restrained with an anal plug in her ass, but I drove into her mercilessly at the same time as she was forced to keep her mouth on Brayden's cock.

  "It's never wrong to safeword," I murmur. "Is it your neck?" I know it's straining. And I can feel how tense her thighs are. She nods as much as she can. "Try to breathe. Breathe and accept me deeper." I pause for a moment, letting her center herself. Meanwhile, I caress her skin and reach under her to cup her tits. Not all women have sensitive nipples. Evangeline definitely does. "Your color?"

  "…Green, Master." She nods for emphasis. "I'm sure."

  "I'm proud of you, g
orgeous girl." I kiss her spine, then straighten and pull out slowly. "Tell me if it gets to be too much, all right?"

  She promises, and I push inside of her again.

  It doesn’t take long for me to lose myself in control—an oxymoron if there ever was one. In quick, shallow thrusts, I fill Evangeline's pussy with my cock over and over.

  Her muffled whimpers, Brayden's gritty pleas, each push, every pull, muscles clenching, silk ties restraining, the vibrator, a plug, the sound of wetness, skin slapping, tremors…I find focus in all of it. I let it sink in; I feel everything.

  Swiveling my hips, I grind deeper into my kitten. She pants and moans around the cock in her mouth. Brayden keeps begging Master for a release. I fuck Evangeline harder, hammering into her softness. Sweat beads on my body, biceps throbbing, thighs tensing, and abs contracting. My breathing goes harsh and shallow. Power pummels through me like a fucking hurricane.

  Deeming Evangeline's suffering enough for now, I snake a hand under her stomach and begin to rub her clit. Fast, hard. She chokes on a gasp, her entire body quivering. I had a feeling this would happen. A certain amount of pain will intensify any kind of relief I offer her.

  If you give a parched man a glass of water, won't he enjoy it more than a man who has unlimited access to it? That glass of water might even taste better, be more gratifying.

  "Please, Master!" she sobs. "I—I, oh God!"

  "Hold it, pet," I growl. I know she's close. I also know she can't believe it. The pain mingling with the pleasure confuses her. But she can't control the way her pussy clenches down on me.

  My hand on her hip slides up the damp skin of her spine. I keep stroking and pinching her clit with my other hand. Finding her neck, I rub her gently, loosening the tension in her muscles.

  "Breathe, Evangeline. Focus on your breathing."

  "Master, please…" At Brayden's despaired moan, I look up the bed to see him fighting against his approaching orgasm. His face is contorted in pain—a need to please me.