It was an electric vibrator.
“This is a Hitachi,” he said. “And I love the everlovin’ fuck out of these things.” He flicked the switch and it hummed to life. “This is the low setting,” he said, an evilly gleeful tone in his voice. “When I can’t make you come anymore with it on low, we’ll switch it to high.”
He switched it off and she felt him lay it on her back. Then he slowly withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her before thrusting deep again.
“Mmm. I can feel that dildo inside your pussy, baby. Wish it was Scott’s cock. I’ll have to make sure when he gets home we take care of checking that item off my bucket list, and yours.”
She was hoping that, too, quite frankly.
Reaching under her, he tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, making her gasp. “I think this weekend we’re getting those pierced, baby. A couple of rings I can hang things from when I want. Take you and Scott over to Venture, strip you both down, and lead you around by leashes attached to them. Ooh, there’s a thought.”
She felt his cock throb inside her ass. “Next private party we get invited to, I can tie you two up sixty-nine and whichever of you comes first, the other gets their ass fucked by me right there, while the other gets vibrator play. Hmm.”
He took another slow stroke with his cock, and now that she was loosened and lubed, she was really starting to enjoy it.
Picking up the Hitachi again, he turned it on and slid it against her clit.
“Come for me, baby. Show me what a good little ass slut you’re going to be for me.”
It felt like her world exploded. She was vaguely aware of him starting to fuck her as her orgasm ripped her apart at the seams, the chain on the nipple clamps swinging as he slammed his hips against her tender ass. Then he stopped fucking her, his cock and the dildo both buried inside her as he put his weight on her again.
“Baby,” he whispered, “you are so fucked. I can feel your ass squeezing my cock. You’re loving every second of this. There’s no shame in it. Maybe that’s been the problem all along, you just needed someone who knew what you needed. Trust me, I’m going to take care of all of your needs from now on. You don’t have a thing to worry about. All you have to do is keep ‘yes, Sir-ing’ me, and I’ll make sure you’re a happy girl.”
He fucked her again for a few strokes, stopping with a laugh as she cried her way through another round of intense pleasure she wasn’t sure she could survive.
“I was worried about you before,” he said. “Honestly, I was. I felt badly about the situation. Had I known what you were needing, I could have saved you all these weeks of fear and stress.”
Hell, if he could make her feel like this all the time, she didn’t give a shit what he did to her, or to Scott.
She’d gladly agree to anything to keep feeling like this.
* * * *
Something flipped inside Keith. He’d thought for sure at some point before now she would have called red.
Not end up orgasming with his cock tightly fisted deep in her delicious ass.
Yes, she was a woman. Yes, he was gay. But he knew he loved Scott, and the thought of losing him ripped Keith apart.
And he really liked Noel.
If this was the kind of thing that she needed to keep her happy…well, hot damn, sure, he could do it. So far, she’d easily taken more than Scott had for her first time with him, and seemed eager for more.
Maybe she didn’t realize how heavy a bottom she was, or how deep a submissive or masochistic streak she had.
Everyone would win.
Another thought rolled through him, the melancholy look on both Scott and Noel’s faces still weighing heavily on his mind that first night when he’d met her and divorce had been discussed as a hypothetical future event.
He leaned in, struggling to hold back his own release even as he felt another wave of orgasms sweep through her.
“You know,” he softly said, “there’s no reason why we couldn’t get you pregnant. I’ve always wanted kids.”
An even louder moan rolled from her, followed by a stronger wave of contractions as her ass squeezed his cock.
Holy. Shit.
How deep did the levels of her need truly go? Now that he’d made a breakthrough with her, he wanted to find the bottom of that well.
“Is that something you’d like, baby? The two of us taking turns trying to breed that sweet pussy of yours?”
Her back arched, deep, rolling cries of ecstasy escaping her as she tried to fuck herself against him.
“Then I think what you need to do is have a talk with Scott,” he said, his heart now racing. “If you’re ready for that, and it’s what you really want, then you get off the pill and let the two of us take over.”
She strained against her bonds, her fingers tightly fisted in the covers, beyond reason, it would seem.
No telling how much of this plan would remain in the light of day when sanity returned to her brain and the endorphins wore off, but yeah, he wouldn’t deny it was a hot fantasy. Unless they ever developed a vending machine where you could pop a baby out of it, it was adoption…
Or this.
His weight finally collapsed her all the way onto the bed, and still he kept her coming. With his mouth pressed against her ear, he said, “I think we’ll use the sex sling. Tie you up in it every night, use this Hitachi on you, and take turns fucking you until neither of us can get it up again. Maybe it’ll be my baby, maybe it’ll be his, who knows? Won’t matter, because we’ll make sure we breed you until you take.”
Another wave of orgasms.
Holy hell, she was coming hard and long. Yeah, she was a woman, but he could easily get addicted to the sensation of her ass massaging, gripping his cock.
“Beg me for it, girl,” he sternly ordered.
“Pl–please…Sir, please…fuck me…breed me…”
He had to drop the Hitachi and grab her hips, fucking her hard and fast as his climax took over, squeezing his balls and making his cock explode inside her ass.
He held himself there deep inside her as his balls pumped out every last drop of cum into her. Bracing himself on his arms, he lifted his weight off her, watching as her chest heaved, rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
“I think,” he slowly said as sanity finally started taking over again, “that you and I need to have a really long talk.”
She nodded.
Chapter Seventeen
Keith got her untied and sitting on the bed. When he removed the nipple clamps, she winced, and he reflexively sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth, soothing and easing the ache in them.
She stroked his head, hesitant at first, then with more confidence.
When he knelt in front of her, he took her hands in his. “Let’s go take a shower, okay?”
She nodded.
He helped her up from the bed, keeping one arm around her as he led her to the master bathroom and into the shower. Once the water was running, and after he’d washed off her and him both, he held her as she burst into tears, sobbing against his shoulder.
He’d expected this, had seen enough of it from other women at the club to know it was a possible result of her crashing hard and deep into subspace.
Maybe she flat-out needed a good, hard cry considering all the emotional shit she’d been through the past few weeks and months.
“Did you mean it?” she eventually whispered.
He didn’t want to sound like a dumbass, but he wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. “Which part?”
“Yes,” she said.
That left him even more confused. He tipped her chin so she had to look him in the eyes. “Did I mean which part, sweetie?” he asked.
“All of it.”
He weighed his words carefully. On the one hand, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and break her heart. On the other, he didn’t want to send her off into the arms of someone else, making Scott miserable in the process.
“I want you to be happy,” he finally settled on. “You’ve been beyond amazing, and I’ve felt badly that I haven’t been able to make this easier on you. I’ll do what you need me to do to make this easier.”
“That,” she whispered. “All of it. Everything you said. All of it.”
“Honest question. How drunk are you?”
“I’m not drunk anymore,” she said. “Not even buzzed.”
He touched her chin. “You really want to be my slave?”
She nodded.
He kept his finger there, on her chin. “You want me to do all those things I talked about?”
She nodded.
“You want me and Scott to get you pregnant?”
She nodded even harder.
Well, it definitely wasn’t the worst possible outcome. Not even a bad outcome, technically.
It just wasn’t in the ballpark of what he’d expected.
“You haven’t even seen me at my harshest,” he said. “How do you know you’ll want to be my slave?”
“Because I do.”
Lots of talking had to happen.
Lots.
Hours.
Weeks, even.
Between the three of them.
But for the next forty-eight hours or so, he could spend that time working with Noel, seeing if she’d really be that keen on the other side of things, when Scott got home.
He smiled. “He was right.”
“About what?”
“You are better at blowjobs than he is.”
She smiled, snuggling against him. “Told you.”
He snapped his fingers and pointed at the shower floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.
“Then get me hard again,” he said. “This time, I want to try my girl’s pussy.”
* * * *
She eagerly worshipped his cock, licking and sucking his balls, even working her tongue up his ass when he turned and spread his cheeks for her to do so.
Anything.
She’d do anything to keep feeling the way she’d felt while he’d been fucking her. Owned. Controlled.
Not alone.
Cared for.
Desired.
Loved.
Wanted.
The fantasies he’d rumbled in her ear as he’d taken and owned her ass had made her come harder than she could ever remember coming before.
Some of them were fantasies she’d already considered herself a time or two, but had thought she’d have to apply copious amounts of alcohol to the men to make them happen.
She loved it when he held her head and started fucking her mouth, almost certain he was going to shoot the next load down her throat.
But no, he stopped, withdrew his cock, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up to her feet, where he shoved her back against the tile wall. He nudged her feet wider apart and dipped his knees, using his fist to line up his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With her holding on to his shoulders, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her chin again.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you like this,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He smirked. “Yeah. That. You can keep saying that. From now on, that’s how you address me.”
She started to say something, but then his cock slid into her, making her gasp as he buried himself all the way, his body rubbing against her clit.
Then he reached up, grabbing her sore nipples and twisting. “You’re still getting nipple rings,” he hoarsely said. “Maybe even tonight. I have a friend who does piercings. I’ll give him a call. The weather’s not too bad for him to come out. Wouldn’t that be something, Scott coming home and finding you like that?”
She gasped, both from the hotness of that thought and from the way his body was grinding against her swollen clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yeah, you know, I think I know how Scott’s going to find you when he comes home. I’m going to tie you down to the coffee table with a butt plug up your sweet ass, legs spread wide. I’m going to make him strip and go down on you while I sit on your face and you lick my balls while I tell him about the new status quo around here.”
She moaned, feeling her orgasm spiraling up, closer.
He twisted her nipples, hard, making her cry out and tip over the edge. “Holy fuck, girl. You did need an Owner, didn’t you? Poor baby. I promise I take good care of my property.” He leaned in and bit her left, then her right nipple, making her cry out and only intensifying the feel of his cock fucking her, the pleasure pouring through her body.
He reached up and grabbed her chin, pinning her head against the wall. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir,” she gasped.
“Who owns this ass of yours?”
“You, Sir.”
He leaned in close. “You sure you want to get on this ride, baby? You’ve seen what I do to Scott.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any conditions of your own?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stopped moving. “What?”
“Just me and Scott,” she said. “No one else. Just the three of us.”
He kissed her, hard, his tongue fucking her mouth. “I promise,” he said. “That’s an easy promise to make, because the two of you will keep me more than busy enough.” He smiled down at her. “One of my hottest fantasies has been tying him down and sitting on his cock while you suck my cock and lick his balls.”
Her clit throbbed, another small orgasm racing through her. “Yes, Sir.”
“I like a little humiliation play,” he said. “Inside the bedroom only. I might cuckold you or him from time to time. You okay with that?”
“As long as it’s just play.”
He smiled. “I want to truss him up with a vibrator shoved up his ass, and you face-to-face with him while I fuck your sweet ass and you describe it to him,” he said. “Or maybe even I fuck your pussy and let him lick my juices out of you. Oooh.”
His eyes widened. “Yeeesss. That’s what he’ll find when he comes home tomorrow. With you trussed on the table with my rings through your nipples and a load of my cum in your pussy for him to lick out.”
He crushed his lips onto hers as she came again. “Oh, baby,” he hoarsely said. “You can’t lie to me. That made you come again. I felt it. Believe me, I’m going to make every last dirty fantasy in your mind come true. Yours and his and mine.”
Her eyes must have widened in surprise, because he laughed. “Oh, yes. Scott has had some dirty fantasies of his own, baby. Like putting you on your knees and making you suck my cock while he fucks your pussy. Or me fucking his ass while he eats you out.”
She hadn’t honestly considered the fact that maybe Scott was entertaining ideas like that.
Although, it certainly made sense.
And it made her feel better. That he hadn’t left her out of the equation. That when he was with Keith, he was still thinking about her, too.
He pulled out and spun her around, nudging her feet apart again as he slid his cock into her pussy from behind and started pounding her, hard. She put her hands out against the wall to keep from being driven headfirst into it.
“The next few weeks,” he said, his voice sounding strained, “don’t even worry about wearing clothes when you’re home. You’re going to be too busy getting fucked, or being used, to worry about clothes.”
With that he drove home, deep into her pussy one last time with a loud groan she suspected she was going to hear a lot more of over the near future.
It came as no small surprise to her to realize she already craved hearing it.
When he caught his breath he put her on her knees again in front of him and had her lick him clean while he stroked her wet hair.
“Such a good girl,” he said. “Don’t worry, no ATM. I’ll never make you do that.” He grinned. “But I can’t wait to fuck your pussy and then make him suck me clean. That’s going to be a fun first.”
Chapter Eighteen
Somehow, Noel knew Keith hadn’t been kidding about the nipple rings. A little bolt of terror shot through her when she emerged from the shower and found him on the phone with someone.
When he hung up, he smiled and pulled her close. “Let’s get everything ready. He’ll be here soon.”
“Who?”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “My friend who does piercings. He doesn’t live far from here. He’s got a portable kit. Don’t worry, he’s a pro. The weather’s not bad enough to keep him off the road.”
He reached down between her legs and stroked her clit. “Not today, but at some point, someone’s going to get a piercing in their clit hood, too. I’ll get Scott a PA, and then have fun with predicament bondage with the two of you, between your nipple rings and your other piercings, trying not to pull or tug on each other.”
He pinched her clit, not hard, but enough to make her moan. “Another rule. You’ve got neat little landing strip down there, but from now on, you stay completely shaved. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Bring the collar and cuffs from the bed and meet me in the dining room.”
She did, standing there and feeling nervous.
He joined her a few minutes later, carrying a few things. He now wore a pair of shorts, but she made out the semistiff outline of his cock through them.
He noticed where her gaze was focused.
“Yes, you seem to have an effect on me,” he said. “I won’t deny it. I thought I was well past liking women, but you’re different. You’re special.” He got the collar and cuffs fastened to her, then cleared off the dining room table and pointed. “Lie down. On your back.”
She no sooner did than he blindfolded her and started tying her down, tightly, legs spread wide, ass right at the edge.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “He’s not going to molest you. I promised no one but me and Scott will touch you like that.”
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