by Drew Sera
While she worked on the juice and granola bar, I opened her bag to pull out her clothes. I set out her clothes and drank some water while she finished her treats. I sat down on the stool and watched her.
“Kelsie, I need to see you tomorrow. Coffee?”
She shook her head while she chewed and I was prepared to insist that we see one another tomorrow. Checking in on a bottom the day after was significant to me, and I wasn’t going to let her fade out. Once she swallowed her granola bar, she spoke.
“There is a new ice cream place that I wanted to try out. Can we go there instead?”
My heart settled down, and I nodded. I was afraid I’d have an argument on my hands, but the little sub just wanted some ice cream.
I handed her the bright purple panties and matching bra. Once she got it on, I rubbed my finger over a scratch on her shoulder from the tree. It would sit behind the bra strap, and I hoped it wouldn’t bother her.
“You let me know if this scratch becomes bothersome.”
“I will.”
She pulled on her yoga style pants, a tattered tank top and then a sweatshirt. She still looked adorable. I took hold of her hand and walked her slowly through the club and out to her car. I kissed her forehead and told her that I had a wonderful evening with her.
“Me too. I loved all of it.”
I made sure she buckled her seat belt, and then I gently shut her car door. When I no longer could see her taillights, I headed back inside.
I went straight to the bar and had my favorite whiskey placed in front of me. Two of my favorite club members were sitting at the bar; Anthony and Colin. They began to tease me a bit, but I let it all roll right off my back.
“Getting kinky out there with the tree, Blake.” Anthony pointed out and then finished off his Coke.
“I enjoy that tree. Smooth on one side, rough on the other,” I admitted my love for the tree.
“I know you’re enjoying it. Kelsie seems evenly matched for you with that dynamic,” Colin said.
I nodded at him.
“I really enjoyed the evening and playing with her.”
After a few moments, Colin asked me what Cathy thinks of Kelsie. I took a deep breath and explained that Cathy has been encouraging my play with Kelsie. I planned on talking more with Cathy tonight or tomorrow about Kelsie. As much as I had hoped that I could keep that play under control and just to Irons here and there, I knew that was no longer a possibility. Before I go any further with Kelsie, I need to communicate with Cathy about my desire to want to play more with Kelsie. I’d like to make Kelsie a permanent play partner, but not without Cathy’s blessing.
On our way home, Cathy was talking about this young man she was playing with tonight. She went into detail about using a flogger on the guy while he was eating her out. Shit.
“Sorry I didn’t get to witness that. It’s an extreme turn on for me to watch you dominate the young guys. Very sexy. Did he make you come?”
“He did. His face was so smooth. He was like velvet.”
I tugged at my crotch. Just talk of it was turning me on. I nearly always watched Cathy in the dungeon with the young bottoms or the submissive men. Cathy loved her role with me as a submissive, but I knew she also craved some control from time to time.
“How was your evening with little Kelsie?”
“Amazing.”
I told Cathy about the play scene with Kelsie, and I tried to not make it so obvious in my tone how much fun I had.
“Darling, you’ve always had the need to nurture. I’m so happy you have found a little one to play with.”
“I am too. Cathy, I’m considering playing with Kelsie on a more permanent basis. Possibly set a particular night a week to play with her.”
I wasn’t sure how Cathy would really react. A scene here or there would be okay, but I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about me wanting to dedicate a particular day of the week to Kelsie.
“Blake, honey, I know how much you’ve needed that dynamic. And I’m sorry that I can’t give that to you. But if there is someone who can, then I support you. I do think though, that if this is leading toward something more permanent, that we should find out exactly what her expectations are. For all you know, you could just be a play fling for her.”
I seriously doubted that. On the rest of the ride home, I thought about my interactions with Kelsie. She wanted what I had been giving her. Before I let my heart get any more involved, I needed to find out more about her.
When we pulled into the garage, I told Cathy to wait for me in our playroom. The bath time play with Kelsie got me so hard, followed by massaging her ass, then listening to my wife tell me about some young stud making her come tonight. I needed to play a little differently than I had with Kelsie.
I gave Cathy the warning that I’d be in momentarily. On my way into the house, I pulled my cell phone out and placed a quick call to Kelsie to make sure she got home. She answered on the second ring.
“Hi, little sub. Did you make it home safe, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. My cock twitched, and I remained quiet for a few moments. Yes, Daddy.
“Thank you for my bath. I’m looking forward to ice cream tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome, little one. Be a good little girl and don’t touch your naughty pussy.”
“Yes, Daddy. I will try really hard not to touch it.”
“Good girl. Hugs.”
“Kisses!”
We hung up, and I set the phone on the dresser and headed toward our playroom.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
March 2003
Noah, the young man with the velvet face, was coming over today for lunch. Cathy and I always supported one another with checking up on our playmates the next day. It was important to both of us, and it was a necessity for the ones who played with us. All morning I had been keeping close to my phone for Kelsie’s sake. I had sent her two emails this morning, and she quickly answered both.
How did you sleep, Kelsie? Keeping your hands away from your pussy?
I didn’t sleep too well, but I’ve been keeping my hands out of my panties.
Did you eat breakfast, little one?
Yes, Daddy. I had some cereal.
I was happy to hear she had already eaten and had been keeping her hands out of those panties. What I wasn’t pleased to hear, was that she hadn’t slept well. I wanted to know what kept her up and if it was possibly something from our interaction last night at Irons. It was something I planned on talking to her about, but certainly not in an email.
I heard the doorbell and set my phone down on the counter and went to greet the velvet faced fellow. Cathy was coming down the stairs as I opened the door to the jeans and t-shirt wearing young man.
Noah was a little shorter than I was and stood around six feet tall with a muscular build. He pulled his sunglasses off and smiled.
“Mr. Eriksson, great to see you again,” Noah flashed me a smile.
“Please, call me Blake.”
I shook Noah’s hand and welcomed him into our home. The three of us took coffee out on the patio and chatted for a bit. I kept my eye on the clock, so I wouldn’t be late to meet Kelsie. The more they talked, the more I could tell that Cathy adored this young man. I watched Cathy run her eyes up and down Noah as he sipped his coffee.
“Did you sleep alright last night, Noah?” Cathy asked him.
“Yes, ma’am.” Noah laughed. “How could I not sleep well after our scene? I was so tired last night.”
I smiled as the two of them laughed. Noah. He was an upbeat, positive guy. I didn’t dislike him, and my wife obviously was intoxicated by him. My mind began moving forward a bit. Noah was definitely a submissive guy; at least to my wife. But to me? Time would tell perhaps. Was Noah only submissive to women?
“Noah, do you identify with being a switch or submissive?”
“Submissive, Blake.”
We’ll see.
“My wife mentioned that y
our face is velvety smooth. She said she very much enjoyed your face between her legs last night.”
Noah’s cheeks reddened, and he nodded while stroking his jaw. I glanced at my watch. I needed to get going.
“Sweetheart, I need to head out.”
I stood behind Cathy, bent over the back of her chair and squeezed one of her breasts. With my other hand, and without an awkward snag, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties. She was soaked. I pushed a finger into her warm drenched pussy and pulled it out, glistening with fluid. I held it up to her lips.
“Suck,” I instructed.
I eyed Noah as he watched my wife suck her juices off my finger. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed over the bulge in his pants while Cathy lapped at my finger.
“Noah, enjoy my wife this afternoon. I gave her pussy a load last night and her ass a load this morning. Tongue it all out and leave her your own load.”
“Yes, sir,” Noah said with a smile.
Noah lowered himself to the ground in front of my wife and reached up to pull her jeans down further. He wasted no time at all, grabbed my wife’s ankles, parted her legs and buried his tongue in her. Cathy looked up at me with happy, grateful eyes.
“Ok, darling. Give my best to Kelsie.” Cathy lowered her head to look at Noah and took a fistful of his hair to pull him away from her pussy. “He’s off to meet the young woman he played with last night.”
Noah smiled up at me with pussy juice all over his chin. “That’s cool. I think that’s great what you guys do to keep up on the subs you play with,” he said.
I reached down and pushed his head back towards Cathy’s pussy.
“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be out for a while. Please stay as long as you’d like. When I get home, I’d love to hear how you made my wife come this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.
I hopped into my Mercedes and called Kelsie to let her know I was on my way. I was picking her up at her place this afternoon. When I pulled up, she was already waiting outside and eagerly waved when she saw me. She got in and leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi! Did you have trouble finding the place?”
“Nope, your directions were perfect, sweetie. How are you feeling today?”
“Amazing! I had such a good time last night! And I even followed directions so you’d be proud.”
I realized a few things at that moment. One, that Kelsie was taking our play dynamic very seriously, and I began to wonder if this possibly could be something more aside from having just a dedicated day of the week. And two, this girl hadn’t touched herself yet today. A huge smile spread across my face.
“Really? You didn’t let those little hands play in your panties?”
“No, Sir. You told me not to.”
I laughed again and tried not to pay attention to my hardening cock. Kelsie and I sat outside and had ice cream together while we talked. She was very animated as she picked out her ice cream and selected a cone with rainbow sprinkles on it. This girl wasn’t screwing with me; this was who she was.
“So, Kelsie, tell me what kept you up last night?” I bluntly asked her.
I reached out and gently stroked under one of her eyes with the pad of my thumb. I could tell that she had been up and I had hoped she hadn’t been up due to concerns or ill thoughts about our scene the night before.
“Just roommates being loud.”
I wouldn’t say that I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t sure if that was the sole reason for her being up.
“Kelsie, our play scene last night was a little different for you, wasn’t it?”
She nodded and licked around her ice cream cone before adding, “Yes, Sir, it was.”
I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair. Kelsie had been used to that trashy club, Tails, and the shit that went on there, and then whatever Brent attempted to teach her.
“Did it scare you?”
“No. I mean, you didn’t scare me.”
I tried guessing what direction Kelsie was trying to go in. She had a lot of layers to her, and I was trying to uncover each of them. After care.
“Did the after care scare you?”
“It doesn’t scare me.”
“But you prefer to avoid it.”
I was hoping that would have prompted her to elaborate on, but she remained quiet and slowly licked her ice cream cone. I felt like our time together had taken a nose dive. I hadn’t intended on bringing her down, but that’s exactly what happened.
After we had finished our ice cream, I took hold of her hand and instead of going back to the car, I led us to a walking path. I wasn’t taking her home like this.
“Kelsie, I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s ok; I’m fine.” I knew that wasn’t the complete truth. “I’m sorry, Blake. I think maybe I should go home.”
Something was wrong.
“Kelsie, I apparently said something that upset you. Please tell me what I said, sweetheart.”
“It’s stupid, forget it, please.”
I gave her the silence she wanted for a few minutes, and then I stopped walking and pulled her into my arms. While holding her head against my chest, I lowered my head to kiss the top of her head.
“Nothing that upsets you is stupid, little one. Tell me what upset you.”
Kelsie tucked her face against my chest, to hide from me. I knew that she wanted to tell me, she just needed a little encouragement.
“You don’t have anything to be afraid of, little one. I won’t judge you.”
“Why do you care? I’m just a girl you’re playing with.”
Damn, I hated how that sounded. I let it rattle around in my head for a few moments and forced myself to think before I spoke. I reminded myself that Kelsie was very young and this is such a new world to her. She needs what many women need. Reassurance.
“You’re not just a girl I’m playing with, Kelsie. I want to make what we have, on more permanent terms.”
“More permanent?”
“Yes, little one. Kelsie, I want us to have one day a week to where it’s just us. You can be the little girl you need and want to be, and I can be the Daddy I need to be. We’ll start with one day a week and go from there.”
“But, what about your wife?”
“My wife is encouraging this, little one.”
She squeezed me and kissed my chest over my shirt.
“Now, tell me what I said that upset you. Sweetheart, I know you’re very new to this, but believe me when I tell you that this will work so much better if we’re open and honest.”
“After care. I don’t like it. Can we maybe work it out, so we don’t do that?”
I winced. Why was this girl running from it?
“We’ll work on that, sweetheart. After care is not going to hurt you, I promise you, sweetheart. But, I also will respect your apprehension with it. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and promise not to push me away.”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s a good girl.”
She and I continued on our walk, and I made sure to steer clear of that topic anymore for a while. I knew last night was different for her and she needed time to process it herself.
“So, you have some loud roommates?”
Kelsie laughed and explained it was a crazy house. She was the youngest housemate, and three other girls lived there and a guy. We walked and talked for what seemed like forever and then headed back to her place.
“Hey, wanna come inside? You can see my room.”
I couldn’t contain my smile, and I nodded at her. As we walked inside, I told her that I needed to let Cathy know I’d be a while.
“She won’t mind?”
“Noah, the young man she played with last night, has been at the house since this afternoon.”
“What’s it like? Knowing some other guy’s dick has been in her?”
“I keep good tabs on who she plays with; who she tops. It’s all about roles and meeting needs, Kelsie. Some people view it as having your cake and eating it too, but it’s deeper. Cathy, on occasion, has a need to dominate. On occasion. She and I both know that doesn’t fly with me. I could either understand and nurture that need and help see that it’s met. Or, I could suppress it. If I deny a need that I know she has, it will slowly eat away at her. Or anyone, for that matter, who has an unfulfilled need, it eats away at them. That’s no way to live. I love Cathy with every bit of my soul, but I can’t personally give her that little aspect she needs. But, I can help her meet that need by allowing her to get that elsewhere.”
Kelsie nodded and really looked like she understands what I was saying. Aside from Cathy having a need that I can’t meet, I had a burning need, which she couldn’t meet. We don’t love one another any less, and it gives both of us joy, knowing that we support the other’s need. Kelsie and I were now standing by the door to her room.
She opened it and gestured for me to go in first. She followed me in and closed the door behind her. Her room was very much a room that belonged to a twenty-one-year-old. Clothes, makeup, purses, and magazines covered most visible surfaces. On her bed, was a teddy bear. It was very tattered and worn, and I could tell that this has been with her for a while. I sat down on her bed and gestured in the direction of the stuffed animal. Kelsie picked it up and sat down beside me. The arm of the bear was barely hanging by a thread, and it wore years of love. This little teddy bear probably knew all of Kelsie’s secrets, her happy moments and her fears.
“This was one of the few things I brought with me when I came to America.”
I watched her pet the top of the teddy bear’s head. I was so interested in learning more about how she came to the U.S, but I knew it’d be a topic that needed a cautious approach.