by Olivia Fox
L: [Shit!!!] Sorry, Sir… Sirs.
G: [Unzipping his Zorro pants!] Can’t say he didn’t warn you.
C: On all fours. NOW, Lily.
Hmph. I got into position and braced myself. Sure enough, five hard smacks pounded down on my butt. I called out instinctively, releasing some of the pain, but the arousal in my voice was unmissable. Each smack thrummed a jagged path to my clit, as Grayson maneuvered himself in front of me, leaning in with a lazy smile then pressing his lips to mine. I heard his words all over again, ‘…it'll send tingly goodness down to your happy place’… too right it did, but this was nothing like yesterday. My ‘happy place’ throbbed hot and needy with each slap of Christoph’s palm and, as Grayson’s tongue found my mouth, the wetness was echoed down below.
More smacks. How many? - ten now? - fifteen? I was losing count, slipping into a euphoric reverie of pain and exquisite pleasure, with Grayson holding my tongue playfully between his teeth, then sucking it into his mouth, caressing it with his.
I felt Christoph’s weight adjust on the bed behind me, then lightly, he kissed my stinging buttocks. Then - ye gods - his lips moved more centrally, brushing against my perineum, then upwards toward my anus, and - yikes - he was there. His tongue circled slowly around, hot, wet and alien, as I froze, horrified, unable even to respond to Grayson’s kiss. Grayson, backed up a little, glanced behind me, and amused recognition filled his eyes.
“Allow yourself to enjoy it,” he whispered. “If it stops feeling good, use your warning.”
“One,” I said.
After much consideration, ‘anal’ had gone onto my soft limits list rather than ‘hard’. Why? Because, with Grayson, I’d liked it - and there was no denying that in front of him now. Though full-blown anal penetration still scared the bejesus out of me, and I reserved the right to ‘One, two, three, cherry!’.
He raised his eyebrow to ask, ‘Really?’ knowing my discomfort was more emotional than physical.
Behind me, Christoph’s weight moved again. “Lily, you’ve kept our guest waiting long enough. Isn’t it time you sat on his cock?” he mused.
I looked back at him, careful not to make eye contact. “Yes, Sir.”
In less than a second, Grayson was stretched out beside me, grinning like a loon. Christoph tossed him a condom, and Grayson ripped the packet melodramatically with his teeth, before handing me the johnny to unfurl down his plus-sized member.
I straddled him, clamping his thighs in place, my stilettos pointing up and back, toward Christoph. Condom in place, Christoph lent in with a bottle of lube, and poured it generously over Grayson’s cock, balls, thighs, stomach, then swirled his hands in the smooth, wet goop; the first time I’ve watched a man touch another so sensuously, curving his fingers around to cup Grayson’s balls, then sliding up to grip his dick. Satisfied Grayson was ready, he backed up, and with with a wet-handed slap to my buttock, he told me to ‘climb on’. Hesitantly, I traced the tip of Grayson’s cock against my vulva, reminding myself he’d fitted inside me once, no reason why he wouldn’t now. Then slowly, slowly, I eased down onto him. Whether it was the excessive lube, or just the knowledge that a knob that size could actually fit inside me, he went in smoothly, a luscious new wave of heat radiating up as he grabbed my hips and began his slow rocking motion. I dared to take the reins, lifting up until he was half out of me, then sliding down fully onto him with an involuntary groan of pleasure.
“Again.” Christoph’s voice was cool, controlled. “And keep going until I tell you to stop. Don’t come, or next time I hit you, I won’t be using my hand.”
“Yes, Sir.” Easily said.
With me steering each thrust, Grayson’s hands were free to wander. His fingers flicked gently against my nipples, trickled down my belly, down to the top of my silly white stockings. “These I love,” he said.
I tried to ignore him, to concentrate on something banal, times tables, song lyrics, shopping list… fingers stroking my clit, grabbing my butt… I focused on the photos behind the bed; rocky landscapes… white frames… something amiss... And then, Grayson’s cock was the centre of my universe; hard, huge, filling me… oh heck - I was close - had to slow down.
“Hold still,” Christoph said, his voice gentler than before, and I froze.
His tongue, once again, found its way to my backside, as with one long lick he explored my wet, stretched slit, then my perineum… then my anus!! And then the sensation changed. His tongue disappeared and lube drizzled down my butt. His fingers drew glossy, tantalizing spirals against that tight entrance, and I knew what was coming next. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, I clenched Grayson’s cock, fighting the urge to rock back against Christoph’s fingers.
“Relax,” Christoph said, easing a finger inside me, while I tried to remember to breath. “Lily, I'm going to go slow, but I want to fuck your ass now, and I expect you to at least give it a try. Do you think you can handle that? I'll talk you through it, and if it hurts we'll stop; but it won’t.” His tone was calm, self-assured, matter-of-fact; a senior surgeon instructing his underlings, or a pilot telling his passengers to sit tight and ride out the turbulence.
Bad analogies from a girl who hates blood and flying, but scalpels and airplanes aside, the way he spoke made anal sex feel possible; not the terrifying notion it had been previously. I already had one cock in me; if anyone had suggested double-penetration an hour ago, I’d have run for the hills. Seriously. You wouldn’t have seen me for dust. But Christoph’s voice was hypnotic. This wasn’t Tom, hastily attempting to stick his dick in my butt, sans foreplay, sans lubricant; this was Christoph Yale, Dominant-Supreme. He knew what he was doing. He’d talk me through it. I was scared - naturally - but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t curious too.
Grayson pushed himself up onto his elbows, raising his face to mine, then whispered, “It's up to you. Want to try? You can always one, two, three...”
“One!” I said.
Christoph slowly withdrew his finger. “Is that a refusal?”
I caught my breath. His voice wasn’t harsh, yet I wouldn’t have dared turn round to make eye contact. “Not a refusal exactly. It's just - I can't think straight with your finger up my butt.”
Grayson’s eyes flashed a warning as he lowered himself back down, and thankfully I caught his drift. At least I thought I did.
“Oops, I mean 'with your finger up my butt, Sir'!”
As Grayson stifled a laugh, his cock tensed inside me. Spasms of heat throbbed through me. Gone was nice little Lily. I was all animal. I wanted to fuck and be fucked. And I wanted it now! I made myself cool it; had to keep some semblance of my previous control, if only for self-preservation.
“Well?” Asked Christoph.
“You promise you'll stop if I change my mind? ...Sir.” By this point any idiot could see I was going to do it. My hormones were so frenzied you could almost hear them screaming ‘do me now’!
Christoph brushed against my back as he lent over me. He smoothed back my hair, twisting it into a ponytail in one fist, and wrapping his other arm across my chest. Then slowly - not yanking, but firm all the same - he pulled me upright, tugging my hair back and downwards, impelling my eyes to meet his; simultaneously forceful and tender. "You just have to say the word. But you won't want to stop.” Breathless, speechless, I nodded. He released my hair and I went back down on all fours; Grayson’s cock still hard inside me.
More lube; the rustle of a condom wrapper; Christoph’s fingers, gentle, assessing; the tip of his cock slipping against me… “You’ll need to lift off our guest for a minute,” he told me. Obediently, Grayson and I disengaged, his huge cock sliding easily out, then resting beneath me. “Now yawn,” Christoph told me. “I’ll go in slow, but yawn. It’ll help you relax.”
I yawned. Wet, hard, controlled, he pressed into me, opening me up. I groaned mid-yawn, feeling full beyond measure with him just an inch or so inside.
“Good girl. And again,” he instructed.
“Wait,” I panted. I didn’t call him ‘Sir’ and he let it go. The sensation was overwhelming. Intense pleasure but verging on pain. I wasn’t sure I could do it. But I wanted to try. He wouldn’t push unless I relaxed enough to let him in. And he waited. Just like I asked him, he waited. Until my breathing calmed and my muscles softened. And I yawned again.
This time, his cock slipped inside smoothly, and my body seemed to go into automatic, clinging to his wet length, drawing him in until he was completely inside. My breath, erratic and shallow, hitched audibly with each slight movement within me.
“Good,” he said. “Now it’s your turn. Rock back and forth. Take your time.”
Slowly, little by little, I rocked back and forth, gradually picking up the pace. Grayson reached a hand behind my neck, lowering my face to his, “You OK?” He whispered against my lips. I nodded a fraction, and his cock swelled beneath me, rock-hard and ready. He reached a hand between all out legs and held his cock in position, brushing the tip against my clit first, then against my vagina. Christoph pushed down, guiding me, until Grayson’s cock was slip-sliding up into me too. Christoph’s hands gripped my hips but he followed my lead, never pushing beyond the limits of my endurance. And soon it wasn’t a case of ‘enduring’ anything. Slick and steady, the pace grew, and my confidence with it.
Briefly, the power play blurred. Christoph let me set the rhythm, while I adjusted to the mind-bogglingly intensity of them both in me, rubbing along side by side. His hands slid down to my thighs; electricity shuddered along my nerve endings. Wetter by the second, my power was ebbing away; surrendering to the mad bliss of sensation; surrendering to Christoph.
He swept his palms up my back, pressing my upper body down against Grayson. My cheek rested on Grayson's chest, flushing against the heat of his satin smooth muscles. The thud of his heart beat resonated through me, picking up speed with each thrust.
And then Christoph was well and truly back in control. “Kiss him. Lick him. I want to feel him come inside you.”
My insides tightened. Grayson was pushing up inside me more urgently now, rocketing towards his finish line, grabbing my butt, then Christoph's, then mine again, guiding the pace, faster and faster still, until I was riding on the brink of pleasure and pain.
I pressed my hands into the duvet, pushing my head up enough to kiss Grayson's neck, then exploring his jaw with my tongue, tasting the warm salt of his skin. His cock moved even faster, dripping and luscious but right up inside me, testing the limits of my endurance, and I moved my lips tentatively to his left ear lobe, wary of kissing him further, not knowing if I'd cope with his response.
Christoph spoke again, slow and forceful, "Now, Lily. Not tomorrow. Now."
I dared to flick my tongue against one his ear lobe and Grayson answered the gesture in force. He was ramping up to doing me some kind of injury and - I don’t know what came over me - but the whole ‘one, two, three’ thing totally slipped my mind in the moment, and instinctively I bit down on his ear - not too hard, but a good firm nip. He cried out in shock - and then, all of a sudden he was laughing - laughing and moaning - and his hands were on my butt - clamped down, vice-like, as his dick convulsed inside me. For a solid twenty seconds or so, he held me there, suspended in his moment of climax, before puffing out his breath and flopping down beneath me.
“You’re dangerous,” he laughed, slowly withdrawing his sated cock.
“Isn’t she just.” Christoph’s tone was unreadable. He ran a finger down my spine. “On your side,” he instructed.
Grayson wriggled out from under me, allowing Christoph to push me down flat on my front before rolling us both sideways. We lay there, heads on pillows, Christoph behind me, with Grayson lying to my left, watching me with his trademark lazy smile, but now also with a hint of admiration - like I’d bitten him for the kink-factor, rather than to save him rendering my vagina permanently out of action.
Christoph’s hands reached round to knead my flesh, caressing my breasts and flicking his fingertips over my nipples before trailing his fingers down to my clit, triggering fresh waves of heat. It was like he’d tripped a switch. Sparks flew. Oh Viagra. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Or maybe it was just the wrongness of the set-up that had me on fire. My breathing faltered, jagged and noisy as hell. My butt pushed back against Christoph. I was on the verge… so on the verge…
“Don’t be greedy, Lily. You’ll come when I tell you to,” he ordered, and I’m thinking ‘sure - well good luck with that, but coming on demand might be a tall order’… all the same, I tried to obey. I tried not to focus on his genius fingers. Tried to ignore the orgasm, protesting violently inside me. That is, until Grayson, with the devil in his eyes, lent in to kiss my lips again; parting them, pushing his tongue against mine. He was trying to get me into trouble. It was working. At this rate, I wouldn’t last much longer.
But Christoph was speeding up, pushing harder, his fingers flicking my dripping clit more vigorously as he drew closer to his own climax. And then he came; he pushed deep into me and held there, pumping away inside that oh-so-naughty passage while I drew back from Grayson, gasping. Christoph didn’t utter a sound the whole time. No groans, no moans, no anything. Silent, controlled authority.
After a few seconds, his fingers pulled away from my clit, and he pulled out; not too fast, but fast enough to make me grunt like Maria Sharapova.
He stroked a hand down the length of my spine. A bare hint of comfort, of affection, before switching back to his colder self. “Go and get showered if you want. I’ll discipline you for assaulting our guest after.”
My face must have illustrated the utter astonishment inside. What was he talking about? The ear nip?!
“I told you to kiss him, not chew him, Lily,” he said, confirming my suspicions. “Now, be quick. I hate to be kept waiting.”
I jumped to my feet too fast, wobbled back onto the bed as a head-rush momentarily blackened my world, then decided to whip off my stockings and shoes before making my dash for the shower. I closed the door behind me, not knowing if this was ‘allowed’ but wanting some privacy all the same. I switched on the shower and turned up the heat. What’s with men and luke-warm showers? Tom had been just the same as Seb in this respect. Though thankfully that’s only thing they have in common as far as I know. Then, ducking my head to avoid drenching my hair, I scrubbed myself, inhaling the deep cinnamon of Seb’s shower-gel, before clambering out and wrapping myself in his navy blue towel. The whole process can’t have taken more than five minutes, yet when I returned to the bedroom, Christoph was sitting, unmasked, on Seb’s desk chair, and Grayson was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t help but stare at his face, though I knew I’d pay for it later. Without the mask his eyes seemed bigger; eyes so dark they pulled me in like black holes, augmented by thick, defined eyebrows. His skin, the colour of milky tea, was perfectly even in tone across a face which might have been calved from soap-stone for all it’s symmetrical, angular perfection.
He raised an eyebrow, challenging my audacity, and I lowered my gaze, unsure where to look, how to stand, what the hell I was meant to do with myself.
“Come,” he said. An ambiguous instruction under the circumstances. He sighed, reading my uncertainty. “Come here.” I walked over to him, folding my arms awkwardly across my front, as Grayson re-entered the room with an armful of butt-whacking weaponry.
“So, what are you in the mood for?” he asked Christoph.
“Oh, I’m feeling magnanimous. Something light, I think. The paddle will do.”
Grayson’s eyes flashed momentarily at me as if to say ‘knew it!’ as he handed Christoph the very paddle we’d played with yesterday. At least I knew I could cope with that one.
Christoph pulled my arms and towel down in one easy movement then advised me to lie across his lap if I wanted his so called ‘magnanimity’ to continue. He helped me climb into position while I fought against the temptation to shrivel up and die of humiliation. He stroked my butt, almost lo
vingly - most likely loving the idea of what he was about to do to it - as Grayson handed over the weapon of choice. Grayson then crossed the room to sit the bed, leaning back relaxed and ready to enjoy the spectacle. My pubic bone lay flush to Christoph’s right thigh. My clit lightly throbbed as a warm tingle of anticipation rushed through me. Was this still the Viagra taking effect or was I really getting into this submission thing? I’m not even going to try to answer that, but I will admit this much: that first whack of the paddle against my hide stung like an angry jellyfish - and I didn’t mind.
God knows how many whacks later, I was floating almost out of my body in a state of divine unreality. Pain radiated from my butt but heavenly things were happening to my sex. I spasmed with each jolt of the paddle, causing my clit to graze his thigh with just the merest whisper of contact, and that alone was enough to fire me up ready for what promised to be a super-nova of an orgasm. I was weak with lust. Euphoric with it. So close to that final explosion of feeling. And then he stopped.
He pulled me up. Weak, barely able to stand, I stared into the middle distance, unable to hide the panting desire flowing from every pore of my disbelieving body. “You look exhausted, Lily. Perhaps we should call it an evening,” he told me, already brushing himself down and turning toward the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
Just like that! No, finishing the job. No, thanks for the good time. Just ‘I’ll be in touch’… I wrapped the towel back around me as Grayson picked himself off the bed.
“Always leave the Sub wanting more. First rule of Dominance,” he informed me with a wink. He brushed his fingers against my cheek and kissed my forehead. “Coming downstairs?” he asked.
We’d been in Seb’s room for maybe an hour, and no doubt the party was only just getting into full swing but I was more than ready to call it a night. I shook my head.
“Thought not. OK, sweetness. You rest up. You did great by the way,” he told me, and in an instant he was gone too.