Vanilla_Little Black Book Club

by Remi Richland

  This was a big one. Not just asking him to keep his hands to himself. Asking him to give me that bit of control went against everything that was Damien. Would he be able to do it? Ash stood behind me as I faced Damien, so close I could feel the heat of his body through my clothes. Damien looked at both of us, the muscles of his jaw working as he fought some unnamed emotion. Anger—maybe. Lust—definitely.

  “Why don’t you come a few steps closer and find out?”

  11

  I don’t know why I expected him to fold so easily, I should not have been surprised that he was pushing against my request. He assumed that I would give in and let him have his way. Well this was my game, and he signed the contract. Time for punishment number one.

  “He can’t promise to be good Ash, I’ll use another chair instead.” I said mournfully, even as inside I celebrated a victory. It wouldn’t have been as fun if he had folded. I wanted to play with him a bit first. Have him anticipating how good it would be if he obeyed. Plus his loss was Ash’s gain. He might not know it yet, but he would. I pulled the padded bench away from the wall, about six feet away from where Damien sat on the bed and lowered myself onto it, facing Damien. “Touch me, Ash,” I whispered into the air.

  And touch me he did. Ash dropped right to his knees in front of my and slid his hands up the front of my simple knit shirt, licking a line up my skin as he went. I thought he’d go slow. I thought I’d be able to maintain eye contact with Damien the entire time, teasing him with the visual of Ash removing my clothing. I was not prepared for Ash’s knowing hands, or his busy tongue and I closed my eyes as the pleasure washed over me. As soon as my shirt was pulled over my head Ash filled his hands with my breasts. Cupping them both in his hands he squeezed them through the simple cotton of my lacy white bra. I’d bought it specifically for tonight, and it matched the barely there panties I had hidden underneath my skirt.

  “White, Amelia?” he breathed as he plucked my nipples through the lace, watching as they pulled up tight and poked through the fabric. “How virginal.”

  I moaned as I ran my hands through his shoulder length hair, uncharacteristically free from being tied up. “I was going for vanilla,” I said with a smile.

  “There is nothing vanilla about what we’re doing right now, woman. Now let me pull that skirt off, I want to taste you.” Drenched at Ash’s filthy words, as he knew I would be, I slid the short skirt down my hips and thighs, letting Ash pull them the rest of the way off for me. He didn’t bother taking the panties off. They were barely there anyway, but he had all the access he needed through that slit in the front anyway. He spread the fabric open and gazed at my exposed flesh, dripping with excitement, begging to be touched.

  “Can I?” he breathed, his mouth so close to my skin it was almost a joke that he was asking.

  “You don’t need permission,” I said and I tugged his hair sharply, giving him the only affirmation he needed. When he flattened his tongue and licked a hot line straight up my pussy, flicking my clit a little at the end I locked my legs around his shoulders and shuddered.

  Ash may have looked like and Angel, but he had the mouth of a god.

  “Stop.” The command was sharp and clear. We didn’t have to obey, this was our show, but there were some things about Damien that couldn’t be ignored, and we both froze to pay attention to him anyway.

  “What?” I moaned loudly. It wasn’t an act. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted Ash’s mouth on me, more, until I broke apart and relived some of this built up tension.

  “Come here,” Damien commanded again.

  “Why?” I could barely catch my breath. I wanted to go. I wanted us to play together, I really did. But he needed to follow the rules.

  “I’ll be your chair.”

  What? I know I didn’t hear right. Was he caving already?

  “I’ll not watch while you enjoy each other in front of me.” Damien gritted out from between clenched teeth. The line of his neck was tight and his fingers clutched the comforter tightly. “If that is the only part of me that can be touching you then I will keep my hands to myself. Use me as your furniture Amelia, if that’s what you want-just use me.”

  Ash beamed, a joyous smile. He was getting exactly what he wanted, to play with both of us. He backed up enough to let me stand and I walked over to Damien, who as promised, kept both of his hands flat on the comforter, his fingers gripping the bedding so hard his knuckles were white.

  He deserved a reward for being so accommodating, so I dropped to my knees in front of him, and taking his thick, club like cock in my hands I licked it. Once, then twice from root to tip, twisting with both hands as I went. I felt the bedding slide a bit as he gripped it even harder, but he made no move to grab my head. He was panting heavily though, and when I moved my mouth away from his skin I looked up at his face. His eyes were black and glittering with need. I was pushing his limits, I knew. Just a little bit more.

  I sat on his lap, my back to his chest, and he leaned backwards a little on the back so I was reclining. It was a thoughtful gesture, and certainly gave me a more stable perch, so I decided to reward him again. “Ash is going to make me come with his mouth. If you can behave yourself while he does, I’ll let you touch me above the waist. Can you do it?”

  Damien didn’t reply, but his hands immediately came up to grab both breasts from behind and fondle them, squeezing lightly. I took that as a yes. Ash didn’t wait for permission again, and sliding into the space in front of us he put his hands on my thighs, spreading them wide. He looked up at both Damien and I and smiled, another joyous smile.

  “I wish you two could see what I see right now,” he said dreamily, and went right back to work, sliding his tongue across my clit lazily, making my hands clutch Damien’s thighs to keep from bucking myself off.

  “I want inside of you,” Damien growled in my ear, all pretense of self-control gone. His voice was wild—primal. I wanted him inside of me too.

  “Wait until he’s finished,” I panted, cresting—climbing towards the peak and then sliding back down again. Ash was teasing, bringing me to the edge and then letting me go, prolonging my pleasure and pleasing himself in the process. “Wait until he’s done what I’ve asked and then you can do whatever you want.” I meant it too, I was seconds away from begging him to touch me other places as well. To hell with my own rules, I was all but blind with passion, the sounds of my harsh breathing the only thing keeping me grounded.

  “He will finish now,” Damien commanded, and he slid one hand under my arm to rest on Ash’s head. “You didn’t say I couldn’t touch him,” he murmured in my ear, and then he licked the side of my neck.

  “Damien,” I whispered his name. I don’t know why I bothered with that silly rule anyway, I craved his touch. Why was I prolonging it? Damien tightened his fingers in Ash’s hair and tugged, pushing his face even farther between my legs. He moaned, the sound vibrating through my body—Ash loved being manhandled by Damien.

  “Ash,” Damien said sharply, and Ash moaned again. “You will finish her now.” Ash didn’t reply, but he did change his angle, and I was treated to a whole new wash of sensations. The shaking in my legs became uncontrollable, and I let them fall apart even wider, giving Ash even more access to my soft, sensitive flesh. “You will come for him, and at the same time for me, because I command it.”

  “You can’t control orgasms, Damien,” I could barely get the words out I was so far gone. But what he was saying was ridiculous. I couldn’t come on cue. No one could. He took the hand that had been fondling my breast and gently twisted my hair in his grasp. He pulled my head back sharply, and before I could react in outrage he growled again, right in my ear. “You will come now, Amelia,” and then he bit me, right where the shoulder meets the delicate skin of my neck. The orgasm ripped through me and I echoed its power by screaming to the ceiling. I didn’t just come, I came and came and came. And Ash stayed down there, running his tongue up and down those delicate folds, teasing me to the point I was
mad with it, begging him to stop.

  I found myself on my back in an instant, Damien’s body hovering above me, his incredibly thick cock in his hand. “Fuck me, Damien,” I cried, no control over the words coming out of my mouth. “I want you inside of me.”

  “Oh I will, Amelia. I’ll give you everything you ask for and more, but you need to be patient.” He was working his cock against my entrance, but slowly. So slowly I felt every stretch as he slipped in, bit by tiny bit. It was agonizing. Maddening. I ached in places inside my body that I needed him to reach, but he was going so slowly. I felt Ash next to me in the bed, his hands and mouth on my breasts, teasing me again.

  “Damien! I need you now. Fuck careful. I don’t care if it hurts. Hurt me. Please, hurt me.” I was rearing up, trying to take more of him into my body than he was trying to give. The pain was excruciating, but amazing at the same time. I needed to be filled. I needed all of him.

  His hand on my throat stilled me immediately. Not pressing down, but holding me captive just the same as if he had tied me down.

  “Hurt you?” Damien asked, grunting with the effort it took to try to slide his entire length inside of me. “Amelia, I could never hurt you. I won’t.” And then, as he pressed on my thighs to open them a little wider he gave another thrust and was in, stretching me completely. I was stuffed in the most delicious of ways, thinking it was the most full I had ever been in my life. But then he began to move, and I realized that I could come on cue again. And then again.

  There was no going back from a cock like that. When we were finished I was lucky I could move; having sex again was out of the question. I hadn’t taken care of Ash though, who had been mostly forgotten while I all but begged Damien to split me in two. He’d been amazing this evening, and even though I wanted to take care of his needs, it just wasn’t possible, not after what I had just put my body through.

  I did get treated to something nice though. Watching Damien perform oral sex on Ash was pretty much the hottest thing I had ever seen besides Ash bound and tied to a chair. A close second to that maybe. He worked Ash’s cock like magic, and I swallowed Ash’s cries of pleasure with my mouth, loving him with the last part of my body that I could, so that, finally, all three of us were connected at the same time.

  It was a lot of work to get us to that point, but as we all collapsed into a pile on my king sized bed I could only think that it was worth it. We’d all given a little of ourselves to get here, and wasn’t that all I wanted? Compromise? I snuggled into Damien and rested my head on his shoulder, while Ash hooked his arm around my middle, throwing his leg over my hip.

  “Who do you think is the bigger spoon?” Ash whispered into my neck, and I felt Damien’s chest rise and fall with laughter.

  “I can’t even think straight right now,” Damien huffed, his accent delightfully clipped. “And I’m still wearing my bloody glasses.” I smiled, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and as they drifted shut for the final time that evening, I used my last remaining burst of energy to get the last word.

  “I love your bloody glasses.”

  12

  “Hey Vanilla, can you take these to the office on your way back to the bar?” Maggie handed me a stack of new member paperwork. Of course we had patrons that came in all the time, but we also had a club membership, and those “season ticket holders” paid a monthly fee, and got a certain amount of shows and private room time built into them. Kink was expensive, so the club membership was a great deal for people who were really into the lifestyle.

  I’d been back at the club for about four months, and just like Ash had said, everyone was very glad to see me. Papa Bear had damn near given me a chiropractic adjustment with his welcome home hug, and Maggie had just said “Thank God Damien finally pulled the stick out of his ass.” She didn’t say it in front of him though.

  Gregory has never shown his face again, and Maggie told me off the record it was because Damien had a private chat with him, in the back office, away from anyone who could have witnessed the words that were exchanged.

  He probably scared the hell out of him. Nobody can out alpha Damien.

  I checked back in with Wesley when I never got a bill for services. Not that we had ever discussed payment of any kind, but a person doesn’t run a business like Little Black Book Club for free. Wesley wasn’t having it, however. He told me that seeing Damien bend a little was worth everything to him, and sticking it to him with our plan had been the most fun he’d had in a while. He thinks I’m good for Damien in the long run. He said that even the most controlled man needs someone to constantly test his patience, whatever that means.

  And Ash, Damien and I? I don’t have words to describe what we are, but amazing would be a start. Ash is the sweet and kind lover, always going above and beyond to please, while Damien…Damien is a storm. He hasn’t changed his true colors, he’s still dominating and aggressive, and constantly needs reminders that I’m not submissive to him. If I do obey one of his commands, I make sure he knows it’ because I want to, not because he told me to. I think I’m wearing him down. No really, I’m getting close.

  Ash and Damien don’t have as many sessions as they used to, mostly because they both say keeping up with me is a full time job. But when they do, I’m always there. Sometimes just watching, sometimes assisting, but always present. Separate, we’re a mish mosh, functioning but still missing important pieces of ourselves. Together, we’re something solid and good. I love them both, so very much. I accept them, and all of their kinky goodness, just as they accept me, as vanilla as I am.

  Damien still refuses to call me that. He says it’s blasphemy to even think I could be vanilla, and I am as twisted as they come. Ash just smiles and rolls his eyes. At the club he still calls me V, but mostly just because I like it. At home he calls me Amelia, and that’s okay too.

  There is a new hire at the bar, a squirrelly young guy with two nose piercings and and his eyebrow too. He’s nice enough, I don’t know what his kink is, but I’m not going to ask either. We all come to the Double C for our own reasons. As long as he could keep up and serve the drinks, he was all right with me. Having him at the bar also freed up some time for Ash, and as I walked past the bar to the double doors leading to the office, I noticed Ash wasn’t there.

  I waved to the new guy, Evan—I think his name was, and kept walking through the double doors and around the corner to Damien’s office. The door was open and Damien was at his desk, pinching his nose with the thumb and his forefinger. The sight of him made my heart beat a bit faster, like it always did, but I paused in the doorway as a little flash of light caught my eye. It was my bracelet. A baby sister of Ash’s torque. I told Damien when he gave it to me, that it didn’t mean that he owned me, but then he showed me the twin that he wore on his own wrist, and he explained that I was right. He didn’t own me, we owned each other. And he would gladly wear that bracelet on his wrist, to show that we were a unit, the three of us. Even though mine was engraved and his wasn’t. I twisted the bracelet a bit to see the word brat engraved on the front and smiled. Damien thought he was so smart.

  I couldn’t leave Ash out, I wanted him to have something of me too, and as I stepped through the open doorway of Damien’s office I saw him standing on the other side of the desk, another paper in his hand. His back was too me, but I could still see the gift I had given him—the silver clip to hold back his hair. He’d worn it every day since I had given it to him, except for when we were having sex. Then he took it out so I could run my hands through his hair freely. He knows how much I love petting him. At the moment he was reading from a paper, and Damien’s expression was getting darker and darker.

  “I’ve gone over it three times, Damien. They are definitely overcharging for the booze. I’m going to have to call the distributer in the morning, I show that we overpaid by double on this invoice alone.

  “It’s always something,” Damien said tiredly, taking his glasses from his face and placing them on the desk in front of him.
He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and sighed, “It’s a never-ending cycle, Ash. I swear to God. I’m exhausted, but there is still so much stuff to do.”

  “Not that I want to add to it, but here is another stack of new memberships to go through.” I placed the stack of papers on his desk and came around the other side of Damien’s chair, massaging his shoulders to ease some of the tension that had been building there.

  He rolled his shoulders into my touch, stretching his neck from side to side, cracking it as he did. “More new memberships? That was such a good idea to bring extra revenue into the club, Amelia. I’m so glad you suggested it, but dear God, it’s hell on paperwork.”

  “You know I’ll help you with anything you need,” I said as I slipped my hands into the collar of Damien’s buttoned up dress shirt, digging my fingers into the tight muscles there. He sighed and leaned into my touch.

  “It’s not really as bad as all that, I’m just tired is all. I’ve been here since ten this morning going over the books. That’s how we found the double billing from the liquor distributor. Like, how long did they think we wouldn’t notice?” I stopped rubbing Damien’s shoulders and slid around to the front of his chair, plopping myself into his lap before he had a chance to tell me “No, I’m busy.”

  “You know,” I said lightly, as I picked his glasses up from the desk and slid them back on his face. God, I love his glasses. “If you stopped trying to take care of everything yourself, and delegated a little more to Ash and I, you wouldn’t be so overworked.