“Then she’s not submissive.”
“Oh, never! But she loves to ‘bottom’, used to sell herself as one sometimes.”
“That’s an interesting pastime.”
“She’s like me, she likes sex.” She squirmed on her husband’s lap, feeling exactly what she wanted to feel: his cock broadening under her ass and throbbing against it.
“I assume you never sold yourself, but guess I haven’t asked.”
“Alain…this is me, your Meri. Would have scared me to death to sub for a stranger.” She rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and sighed.
“Well, you go have fun, enjoy yourself. I’ll probably be working late tomorrow.”
“Again?”
“Again. Never ends, does it?” He tried to be light-hearted in her presence. In fact her bubbly manner had clearly raised his spirits. But it didn’t make up for the dark clouds still hanging over his working life and the fact that he needed to get back to the station.
***
The restaurant was packed, but it did not stop Lydia from greeting Meri with an enthused hug. She let her body teasingly relax into her friend’s in an overtly sexual way – right out in public. This was not unexpected. With a gentle shove from Meri, Lydia stood back and the two women eyed each other for the first time in over a year.
“Hey there, girl, you look beautiful as usual,” Lydia exclaimed. She gave her friend a thorough inspection. Meri had worn tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and four inch heels, which made her seem to tower over the more diminutive female. Her untamed locks were pulled back off her face and into a messy ponytail. Her make-up was sparse, just black eyeliner emphasizing her deep-set eyes. There was no doubt, however, that Meredith Danvers’ perfectly sculpted face glowed with happiness.
Lydia was everything Meredith remembered, from the streaked blonde hair, to her thin brown brows, blue eyes and full red lips. She was sensuous, sexy, flippant and filled with sass. But was there something more edgy in her mood that Meri had not seen before?
In typically commanding form, Lydia dragged her to a quiet corner of the busy restaurant and the catching up began.
“Married life seems to agree with you.”
“I’m in love,” Meri replied. “What can I say?”
“And maybe you’re more grown up. I see a maturity there I don’t think I’ve seen before.”
“I guess that’s good. Alain would probably be happy to know you’ve seen a change.”
“But you haven’t gone vanilla on me, have you?”
“No,” Meri laughed at the absurdity. Thoughts of the nasty fisting just weeks before still made her insides tremble. “If you only knew.”
“So, what is he, huh? A hard ass? One of those nasty bastards who peer down their noses in judgment? I know that little girl, daddy thing always used to get you all excited.”
“It’s not exactly like that. But I guess the difference in our ages works for us. And I suppose sometimes he can be very parental.” She smiled winsomely. “But that’s just part of what I love.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you love it, especially when he’s spanking your ass.”
Meri blushed.
“And, I’ll bet your hot body works for him too, little darling. There isn’t a man on earth who wouldn’t want inside your pants. This guy must have been special to have plucked you from the single category and turned you into his wife.”
“That’s the kind of girl I am, Liddy. You know that.”
They ordered sandwiches, and ate while gabbing about the last thirteen months; where Lydia had been in all her travels, and the details of Meri’s courtship and wedding.
“So, hey,” Lydia suddenly consulted her watch, “I have to split now.” She started to rise then sank back down. “Say, how about you come with me? That way we can spend more time together. I just need to drop something off at a friend’s. You can drive. I don’t have a car yet. Hugo says he’ll have something lined up by the end of the week.”
“Hugo?”
“My guy, sort of. He’s a great fuck. Not much to look at, but he has plenty of money, which I don’t, so I keep hanging around to keep him happy. His place is just a mile or two, won’t take but a minute to take care of this.”
Hugo’s place was a long five miles in another part of town noted for old brick front apartment houses mixed with light industry: a squalid kind of neighborhood. A place Meri had never been before. Hugo’s place wasn’t really his place at all but a grim looking office, or maybe just a rough hang out sequestered behind a plain metal door with an innocuous sign on the front.
“What is this?” Meri asked. There was a lot about this little expedition that just didn’t feel right.
“It’s where I find Hugo and give him the package.”
Lydia rapped on the metal door while Meri waited by the car – she didn’t even want to leave it alone in the neighborhood. Whoever answered the knock opened the door wide to let her inside. “C’mon, Meri, no one’s going to bite,” she laughed. Meri reluctantly joined her. For reasons she never quite understood, she had little will to resist Lydia’s easy authority. The two women passed into the dim space beyond the door, where from somewhere beyond the small entrance Meri could hear the hard beat of rock music. The smell of smoke nearly bowled her over.
“Geez, what is this place?” she asked again.
“What’s it look like?” Lydia took her hand and led her through several corridors, down steps and finally into a large dimly lit room. It’s purpose was clear as glass. All around her, Meri felt the trappings of BDSM sex jumping out to greet her. Rope and whips and clanging metal chains. Naked females, beaten males, the smell of leather, incense and the sweat of hard-working Doms and subs.
“It’s a dungeon!”
“Of course, it’s a dungeon.”
“I’ve gotta go, Alain’s going to be pissed when he finds out I’m here.”
“He’s not going to know, Meri, because we’re not going to tell him. Don’t be so fucking paranoid.”
There was that edge she felt before. A brittle Lydia that seemed almost threatening to her now.
“How about I just wait here?” Figuring that she was standing at the entrance, if she didn’t go any further, she wasn’t technically in the dungeon.
“And how about you come with me?” Lydia wasted no time arguing. She took Meri’s hand again and pulled her deeper into the cavernous spaces of the room, until she found the man she wanted in the far corner, sitting at a table with several other scruffy males. Beards, tattoos, assorted piercings, dressed in denim and leather; they were a far cry from the careful polish and authoritarian presence that marked Alain Danvers’ dominant persona. They were treacherous and unguarded men, but in their own way, they gave Meri a heinous and thoroughly frightening thrill, even if she wanted to turn tail and run.
“Hugo, this is Meri, my little sub friend from a few years back.”
Hugo was the biggest of the men, burly, fierce and dominant with a mean scowl, heavy jowls and a particularly unkempt beard. He was definitely not the kind of man that Lydia used to hang with, and he practically made Meri drop her jaw.
“Sub you say?”
“Yes, but hands off Hugo, she has a master,” Lydia informed him. “Someone you don’t want to tangle with!”
“So, you got my package?” He sat back in the seat and gave Lydia the once over.
“Sure.” She smiled sweetly. “Don’t I always deliver?” She dug into her purse and pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper.
Hugo swiped it from her hand and handed it to the man beside him. Then his attention returned to the two women.
“You two kiss?” he wondered.
“What do you mean?” Lydia asked.
“I want to see you kiss her.”
“Yeah, sure, we can kiss.” Lydia whipped around and moved on her friend with the same erotic intent that characterized their first hug. This time, she ran her hands over Meri’s body in a little slow dance. Closing in she b
egan to make love to Meri’s mouth with her lips. Too shocked, too scared to pull away, Meri let the woman kiss her.
“Oh, you can keep doing that all day, bitch,” Hugo crooned. His dark eyes were eerily lit and the gravelly music in his voice communicated his lust.
Suddenly, Meri backed away. “Liddy, please. I really need to go.”
“We will, we will,” she pulled Meri back, whispering quietly in her ear. “I can’t afford to piss off this guy, so just play along, please.” The kisses began again.
It was not that Meri didn’t enjoy the feel of Lydia’s soft lips. She did. And if Alain had ordered her to make love to the woman, she would have without balking. The excitement of a female so close and so alluring, so familiar and desirous made her entire body come alive in new ways. But this was infidelity as sure as picking up a guy in a bar and screwing him in the parking lot. She’d given up impulsive moments like this for a steady relationship with her husband, and this was just not right.
Still, Meri could tell that Lydia was scared, practically trembling with fright as her mouth continued to seduce her and her hands continued their sensuous play. She was scared, too.
She made a crucial mistake, however, momentarily gazing toward the big man, seeing that he’d withdrawn his cock from his pants and was beginning to jack off. Meri instinctively backed up, earning her a scowl from Lydia. “Honey, I need you to do this, please,” the blonde pulled her back, whispering again. Lydia kept on going, leaving Meri with little else to do but keep kissing.
“Hey, you two, get down on your knees and take care of this,” Hugo finally interrupted with a barking command.
Only then did Lydia turn away. Her frightened face instantly morphed into a lush smile, and doing as she was told, she dropped to her knees and crawled toward Hugo’s crotch.
“Hey, baby, you only get me today,” she purred seductively, “but I swear I’ll make it worth the trouble. While Meri watched from the sidelines, Lydia took the fat pink erection into her mouth and began to lick and suck and tease the head, before her mouth seemed to swallow it whole.
“Denny, you whip the slut’s ass, while she’s taking care of me,” Hugo said, pointing to Lydia’s bobbing rear end. “Whip it hard; I want you to make that nasty ass hurt. She’ll suck me even harder.” His eyes moved to the panicked Meri with undisguised lust. “You know, I should string that little bitch up by the thumbs and beat her ass.”
“Hugo, you don’t want to do that, honey, trust me,” Lydia purred again, as she continued to work the big man’s dick. He was getting beyond the point of no return, when nothing but getting off mattered and making Meri submit was no long necessary. His large hand was inside Lydia’s blonde locks, forcing her mouth to take his meaty organ all the way to his bush of pubic hair.
Following Hugo’s orders, Denny moved behind the kneeling blonde. All it took to have her ass exposed was lifting up her short skirt. As soon as he got going with a riding crop, leaving mean-looking marks on her pristine behind, Hugo was pumping into Lydia’s mouth and about to shoot. The stunned Meri watched as his lips pulled back in a scowl that showed his teeth. Then he opened his mouth, groaning as he came. His hips bucked hard into Lydia’s face, his cock shooting a generous amount of hot cum she was forced to gulp down.
Done, Hugo shoved her off, then gazed up at Meri.
“You were lucky this time,” he pointed at her accusingly. “Next time, I’ll give you the beating you deserve.”
Meri backed away scared, while the intrepid Lydia recovered quickly.
“And you don’t bother coming home tonight, girl,” he said. “I got things happening, you understand?”
“Sure, honey. I’ll lay low.” She smiled. Saying nothing else, she grabbed Meri’s hand and before Hugo could call her back, the two had retreated through the maze of corridors until they were finally on the street again.
“What the hell was that?” Meri shouted, with the anxiety of the last few minutes falling out all around her. “Lydia who is that man?”
“I’m sorry, Meri, I really am. You’re right, I shouldn’t have taken you there. But trust me, Hugo was just having a bad day. He was pissed. I gave him what he wanted, he’s okay now.”
“Well, I’m leaving. Are you coming with me or not?” Meri climbed in the car and started the engine, feeling a need to be as far away from the place as possible.
“Of course, I’m coming with you,” she said, and she climbed into the passengers’ seat. “Really, I mean it, he isn’t a bad guy.”
“You can’t prove that to me. Good Lord, if Alain ever found out, I’m doomed.”
“Nothing happened, sweetie. You’re just fine.”
Meri sighed. Clearing her head of that dreadful place she headed back toward the center of town.
“So, where am I taking you?” she finally asked.
“How about your house?” Lydia said, without batting an eye.
“My house?”
“You heard Hugo. He’s got things happening tonight. In fact, if it’s possible and I don’t mean to be an imposition, I really need a place to stay for a few days. I swear I won’t do anything stupid. I’ll walk the straight and narrow. Your Alain will think I’m a schoolgirl.”
“Liddy, you look desperate. You can’t tell me that that brute didn’t shake you up.”
“No, he didn’t, not that much. I’m used to guys like him. I just don’t want to be around him right now. He’s got stuff going on that, well, let’s just say, it’s better I stay clear. Plus, he doesn’t want me around anyway. So what do you say?”
“Well, I guess it would be all right. It’s the first time I’ve had anyone of my friends visit.”
“I’ll be good. I will.”
“Just nothing about today in front of Alain.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“And don’t tell that man where you are! If Hugo showed up—”
“C’mon, girl, I’m not that stupid.”
***
When Alain arrived home that night, Meri met him at the door, looking very nervous. All day, she’d worried over what he would think about a stranger in his house. There was no doubt that his home was his castle, that he relished the quiet, the privacy, the sequestered haven it became when his working life demanded so much. He’d always been very careful about who and who he did not allow inside. How he’d greet the news regarding their houseguest, Meri wasn’t sure.
“You remember you said you wanted to meet Lydia?” she opened tentatively.
“I do.”
“Well, she’s here. In fact, if you don’t mind,” she rushed on, “she’s going to stay here a few days.”
“Is she really?” He turned back after hanging his coat on the hall tree.
“She’s just gotten back in town and her living arrangements fell through.”
“Does she have a job?”
The question took her off guard. “Gee, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I didn’t ask. We were so busy talking about other things.”
“I see.”
She waited for him to say something more and when he didn’t, she tried again: “So, is it okay?”
“I suppose. But let’s not make this last long. As the recent past suggests, we prefer our privacy.”
“Oh, yes, sir. I understand perfectly.”
He seemed to be pacified, but then she found him looking at her with that inscrutable stare of his. Made her feel like there were bugs crawling up her skin. Worse yet, like Alain was fishing around inside her head for what had not been said. Was she really that transparent? Was he really that good at reading her? She’d hoped to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut, the guilty one about her day’s adventure in a forbidden dungeon, but she had a sinking feeling that a lie would be difficult to suppress and Alain would only find out eventually.
“So, is there something else?” he finally asked.
She warred for several moments, trying to decide to lie or tell the truth
.
“Well, yes, I think so. But could we go into the den, please?”
“Of course.”
By the time he was shuffling through the mail on his desk and she was standing in front of him, Meri realized how she set this up all wrong. If she’d not made such a big deal about it and just blurted out the truth, her knees wouldn’t be knocking so badly and the confession caught in her throat.
“You were going to tell me?” he finally had to ask.
He stopped what he was doing and peered attentively through his glasses waiting for her to speak.
“Oh, Alain, I feel so horrible. I swear, I had no idea this was going to happen. Lydia had to run an errand, give something to a friend of hers. She asked me to drive her. I had no idea we were going to end up in a private S&M dungeon. I thought it was some kind of business office, and suddenly we’re in this building and, well… it was a dungeon and I don’t want to lie to you. But nothing happened. I mean she gave the guy his stuff and we left. That’s all. I swear.” Her knees were still knocking but at least the truth was out – or most of it.
“So, why are you looking so scared?”
“You said no dungeons, and wouldn’t you know that’s exactly where Liddy took me.”
He looked mildly amused. “If that’s how it happened, I have no problem. But you might want to mention my rules to Lydia. Just so she’s sure about what I expect.”
“Oh, I already have. She knows I was upset.”
“Then you don’t have to be upset anymore. In fact I’m pleased. The old Meri would have tried the hide the truth.”
“She would have, wouldn’t she?” Just a little guilt remained, but she was able to handle that.
Over dinner, Alain was quiet, hardly interjecting a thing into the conversation. He observed instead. He was also mulling over his own concerns as much as letting the chatter between the two women hold his interest. He had his thoughts on Lydia Morrow. That wasn’t a hard call. He made snap judgments easily about people’s character; a necessary part of his job. He even knew that Meri had reservations about the suddenly appearing Lydia. And that was good. But beyond the obvious there were other troubling factors surrounding their guest and her sudden re-appearance in Meri’s life.
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