by B J Wane
“Hello, Olivia. How was your week?”
“Good, Master Colin. How was yours?” Olivia answered as she drank in the sight of him in his tight leather pants and white tee shirt with the bar logo on the breast pocket. His black hair was long and wavy, his green eyes piercing as he looked her over slowly.
Smiling when his lingering look made her nipples pucker beneath the soft linen of her bodice, he leaned his forearms on the bar and slowly moved his eyes back up to her blushing face. “How can you be so modest with your experience, Livie?”
“It’s been a long time. I’m still getting my feet wet.” Returning his smile, she teased, “Last week helped though. Thank you.”
“And are you ready for more tonight, or do you need time?” On one hand, he hoped she asked for just a simple evening of chatting and socializing, but the perverse part of him that was a glutton for punishment wanted to get her naked again, even if he had decided not to touch her himself tonight.
“Since more than my feet have been wet this past week, I think I’m ready for more, Sir, if you don’t have other plans.” Why the thought of him turning to someone else tonight sent a sharp stab of disappointment through her she didn’t know and didn’t try to figure it out. Her emotions had been on a roller coaster ride since she had talked herself into asking Colin to top her and the ups and downs she had gone through this past week were enough to make her dizzy. Tonight, she wasn’t going to think about anything, especially why it bothered her to picture this man with another sub, except assuaging this constant ache that had become even more persistent since her orgasm a week ago.
“And did you do as I instructed before coming here?” Colin asked. If they were upstairs he would simply check under her dress for himself to see if she had shaved. Unfortunately they weren’t upstairs yet.
Olivia pressed her thighs more tightly together as she tried to contain the seeping moisture from her pussy and keep it from dampening her thong further. The soft silk of her panties against the bare, sensitive skin of her labia had felt almost as good as Master Doug’s fingers used to feel, a blatant reminder of all she had suppressed and missed since being widowed. “Yes,” she breathed quietly, a warm flush spreading over her cheeks.
“I’ll take your word for it, for now. Give me about an hour for things to slow down here and then we can head upstairs. Meanwhile, what can I get you?”
“A glass of Chardonnay, please, if you have it.”
“Of course, I have it, I knew you were coming.” His look told her he meant that in more ways than the obvious which had her blushing again. Chuckling, Colin served her wine then got busy filling other orders.
But, no matter how busy he was over the next hour, he still had time to picture her naked, to remember the sight and feel of her bare pussy, a distraction he definitely didn’t need but seemed powerless to set aside. The first time he had seen her naked, Colin had stopped by their house unexpectedly to drop off some papers sent over by the DA’s office that required both his and Doug’s signatures on an upcoming case slated for trial. Hearing their voices coming from the secluded back yard, he had entered through the side gate and stopped in his tracks when he saw Olivia coming out the back door holding a tray of food and wearing nothing but a soft, suede collar with a capital diamond D in the middle. Her eyes had widened at the sight of him and a pretty blush spread across her face and down her neck. Noticing her look, Doug had turned, saw him and beckoned him over.
The upstairs private club hadn’t been opened long and Doug hadn’t brought Olivia there yet. Married less than a year and with her fairly new to the lifestyle, that day had obviously been her first introduction to public display. Doug had invited him to stay for a burger and, even knowing he shouldn’t considering his attraction to his best friend’s wife, he simply couldn’t resist. A small mat was placed next to Doug’s chair and as he and Doug took their seats, he’d never forget the graceful way she knelt at his side, the way her soft bare folds slowly unfurled to reveal the wet, pink recesses of her pussy as she spread her knees and settled on the heels of her feet, the perfect pose for a submissive. Her rosy nipples had peaked and, despite her embarrassment, she kept her gaze open and on Doug.
It was that unguarded look of pure pleasure on her face, pleasure she obviously derived from pleasing her master that had him craving her beyond simple desire for an attractive, submissive woman. Craving more than he should have, more than was right, a craving that, when he had finally succumbed to it a year later, resulted in his best friend dying alone on the side of the highway while his murderer sped away.
Colin was now positive that what he had planned for Olivia tonight was the right way to go, for both their sakes. He only hoped she saw it that way and not as a betrayal.
A little over an hour later, Colin came around the bar and held his hand out to her. Olivia took it, her heartbeat picking up speed as she followed him to the elevator. Watching him work, seeing the friendly camaraderie he had with the patrons of his club and the efficient and friendly way he handled their almost non-stop requests, had her turned on as much as imagining what he had in store for her tonight. His round, tight ass encased in those tight leather pants drew every woman’s eyes and, she imagined, dampened more panties than just her own. His tall body was lean but well-muscled, muscles shown to advantage by his chest hugging tee shirt and made her long to feel that hard chest against her softer one, to be held and surrounded by those muscles as he thrust between her thighs with body pounding jerks of his hips. It had been a long hour in which her imagination, fantasies and memory conspired together to make her ache like she hadn’t ached since that last night with both Colin and her husband.
“What’s on your mind, Livie?” Colin questioned her as they stepped out of the quiet elevator into a room echoing with soft cries, slapping bodies, quiet voices and soothing background music. She had such an expressive face, her eyes practically giving away her secrets as she gazed up at him, her desire masked only minimally by her uncertainty. God, he loved that look, which just made him harden his resolve to have Mitch give her what she needed tonight.
Olivia knew better than to try to lie to a Dom, especially when he was looking at her as if he already knew the answer. “How much I want you, and this.” Sweeping her free hand out, she indicated the room and its trappings and what they signified. His frown did nothing to put her at ease and neither did the way he simply turned and led her down the hall to the room designed for bondage play. There were many times over the past four years that she had caught glimpses of attraction in his eyes when she had caught him unaware, a look he quickly masked behind a friendly demeanor. At first she had been so in love with Master Doug, she hadn’t given it a second thought. Then came the dark, mindless grief of losing him followed by a numbness that was just now wearing off and allowing her to wonder what he was hiding by his cool indifference towards her now.
The bondage playroom was almost full, but Colin had thought ahead and made sure Mitch had the St. Andrews Cross available for them. Seeing him standing by the apparatus then receiving his nod when he spotted them, Colin gave himself no time to second guess his decision and tightened his hand around hers as he led her across the room. Hearing her say how much she wanted him had nearly made him change his mind, but if he could manage to get through the past three years befriending her without giving in to his desire for more, then he could get through the next few weeks of easing her back into the lifestyle before finally turning her loose for good.
“Strip,” he ordered brusquely when they reached the cross and Mitch, focusing on the here and now and not on how the thought of not being a part of her life left him with a hollow, empty feeling.
Olivia tried to ignore Mitch’s close presence and what it might mean as she shimmied out of her dress revealing she wore nothing underneath except a pair of black thongs. Kicking off her heels, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and lowered her panties before stepping out of them then looking expectantly at Colin, waiting for h
is approval at seeing her bare pussy. Instead, he reached behind her and landed a hard, resounding slap on her ass, making her gasp and jump.
“That’s for not immediately getting into pose after obeying my command. Do you need another to be reminded of the correct protocol?”
Stammering over her error, she quickly replied, “No, sir,” then latched her hands together behind her, spread her feet about two feet apart and lowered her eyes. Immediately she felt herself relax, felt her concerns over her patients, her worries and cares simply drift away as she awaited his next order, her body acutely aware of both men’s gazes on her.
“Very nice,” Mitch commented, his deep voice rich with approval.
A finger under her chin lifted her face until she was looking into Master Colin’s warm, approving eyes. “Good girl, Livie. Do you remember Master Mitch?”
“Yes sir, I do,” she answered softly, her eyes shifting to the tall, dark haired man with the warm brown eyes who was reaching up and adjusting the padded cuffs attached to the top of the padded wooden X. She smiled when he winked at her before she returned her gaze to Colin who still had his finger pressing under her chin. Just that small amount of control had her pussy weeping and her breathing escalating.
“Good. Tonight I’m going to ask you to trust him like you do me. Back up to the cross.”
Olivia had a brief moment of panic when Colin stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest and let Mitch take over, but by keeping her eyes on his, her focus on the pleasure of relinquishing control completely by allowing Master Mitch to wrap the soft, padded cuffs around her wrists, she was able to conquer the panic and fully enjoy the feel of leather around her wrists again. When Mitch ran a finger under the cuffs, ensuring they weren’t too tight, she knew she was in safe hands and when she tested the confines of the restraints and found she couldn’t move, she knew she was going to enjoy whatever these two had in store for her.
“Don’t you look pretty,” Mitch drawled before fisting his hand in her hair and holding her head still for his kiss.
Olivia moaned against his lips as he kissed her softly, his lips taking their time as they fully explored hers before a nip on her bottom lip had her opening her mouth and welcoming the thorough exploration of his tongue. His free hand, the palm large and calloused, slowly glided from her shoulder over her neck down to cup her breast. As much as she enjoyed his mouth on hers and his hand kneading her soft flesh, she couldn’t help but wish it was Colin holding her so tightly, Colin exploring her mouth and breast with such single minded focus and arousing expertise. When Mitch rolled then pinched her nipple between two fingers she gasped at the stab of pain followed so swiftly by the pulse of pleasure. Slowly, Master Mitch withdrew his tongue then his lips from hers, their mouths moist from each other’s saliva, their breath mingling as he spoke right above her lips.
“Master Colin gave me permission to get to know you better tonight. Do you have a problem with that?”
Olivia’s eyes widened and flew to Colin’s, her look seeking an explanation she knew she didn’t have the right to ask. When Colin stepped up to the cross, she instantly relaxed even though his face was hard as granite, his eyes giving away nothing of what he was thinking or feeling.
“When you came to me you agreed to turn your body over to me, thus making it my body to touch as I please and to give away as I please. Do you wish to stop?”
God, no, she thought frantically. She needed this, needed Colin and what he could do for her more than she needed her next breath. Her arousal was already frustratingly high, her nipples stiff and aching, her pussy wet and swollen. Just imagining her climax, the pleasure that guaranteed to take away the stress and pain for a few blissful moments, was enough to have her ready to drop to her knees and beg, but she couldn’t help the small sense of betrayal that filled her at the way he seemed to casually turn her over to another man, as if she meant nothing to him.
Swallowing her hurt and her pride, she whispered, “No, Master, I don’t want to stop.” With nothing but a nod, he stepped back and she forced her attention to Master Mitch as he stooped down, spread her legs and secured her ankles. Anger quickly replaced hurt and it was that emotion that assisted in her complete submission to Master Mitch as he slowly ran his hands up her bare legs until his palms cupped her inner thighs and his thumbs were resting at the bare apex of her creamy slit.
“You have a very pretty pussy, Olivia,” Mitch rasped as he used his thumbs to spread her open, his face just inches from the moist, pink recesses of her vagina.
Her face warmed from both embarrassment and arousal as she answered shakily, “Thank you, Master Mitch.”
Chuckling, he looked up at her, his dark eyes warm and caressing. “I love hearing that slight tremor in a sub’s voice. The one that says she’s a little uneasy, a little embarrassed and a lot aroused.” Slipping his right thumb just inside her slit, he added with a wicked smile, “A whole lot aroused.” In one smooth move, Mitch rose, slid his thumb all the way inside her pussy, clutched her hair in a tight fist again and brought his mouth back down on hers, only this kiss was harder, deeper, and more carnal as he tilted her head sideways and simply devoured her.
Unable to do anything but succumb, Olivia ruthlessly embraced her unreasonable anger at Colin and let herself be carried away by Mitch’s demanding mouth and hands. When his lips released hers for the second time, leaving her lips to throb from the hard pressure of his as he latched on to an aching, needy nipple, she whimpered with the pleasure, leaned her head back and closed her eyes, shutting out the temptation to look at Colin. The strong pull of his lips and teeth on her sensitive bud had her gasping and pushing her breast further into his mouth. Her whispered plea for more was answered with a sharp slap on the outside of her thigh, that sting making her pussy clamp around the thumb invading it, the thumb that simply sat inside her, refusing to move, refusing to give her what she needed to go over.
Mitch released her nipple with a plop then zeroed in on the other one, his warm, wet mouth engulfing as much of her breast as possible, his tongue pushing her nipple to the roof of his mouth where he caressed it over and over before pulling back and clamping his teeth on the turgid tip. Olivia cried out as he bit down then soothed the sting with his tongue, her hips automatically thrusting against the hand that cupped her pussy, silently begging him to move his thumb.
Mitch chuckled, the laugh vibrating from her nipple down to her vagina, making her walls tighten around him again. Releasing her red, stiff nipple, he looked at her tightly closed eyes and demanded, “Olivia, look at me.”
Olivia reluctantly raised her head and opened her eyes, studiously ignoring the impulse to look over at Colin. “Master?”
“I could almost come hearing you say my title in that breathless, soft voice of yours. Tell me what you want.”
Her need was strong, so demanding she didn’t even flinch as she begged, “Please, Master Mitch, please make me come.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely. Keep your eyes open and on me.”
Olivia was grateful for the order because it took the decision to keep her eyes off of Colin away from her and gave it to Mitch. Unable to do anything but obey, she watched his face, looked into his warm brown eyes as he slowly withdrew his thumb and replaced it with the equally slow insertion of two deliciously long, hard fingers. Biting her lip to keep from thrusting against his marauding hand, she kept her eyes on his as he took his time slowly exploring her pussy, delving deep, caressing her inner walls and lightly grazing her clit, over and over until she was whimpering in frustration, her eyes tearing with need, her body damp with the effort it took to wait for him to give her that final push. His damp thumb now ran over her outer folds, lightly caressing her bare flesh, adding to the building pleasure until she thought she’d explode just from the pressure waiting to be released.
“Now, Olivia, come for me now.”
His harsh demand coupled with the milking action of his two fingers on her clit was all she needed t
o throw her into the catalyst of consuming pleasure, to have her screaming as she convulsed around his fingers, his mouth once again on her nipples, tongue licking, teeth biting, lips soothing the tortured buds, adding to the pleasure that seemed to go on and on with no end in sight.
Colin didn’t even know when he had released his cock into his hand, didn’t know how he kept from pulling Mitch off of her and didn’t know what the fuck made him think he could do this without losing what was left of his soul. She was magnificent. Her slim body struggled against her bonds as she writhed in climax, her face flushed, her skin glistening as her hips thrust against Mitch’s hand vigorously, her voice carrying across the room and drawing the attention of several people as she cried out until she was hoarse.
He tightened his hand around his cock, coated his palm with his seepage and spread it down his length as he imagined the feel of those bare, soft folds under his own hand, the plump lips spread for his fingers or cock, those berry nipples hard on his tongue as he suckled them. Then imagined how much more difficult it would be to turn her loose after having her again, how hard it had been three years ago and what had resulted from that lapse. Looking around the room, he saw Haley, a sub he had played with frequently and beckoned her over.
When she stood before him, her blue eyes shining expectantly, eager to please, he asked, “Are you with anyone tonight?”
“No, Master Colin. Can I please you?”
Her eyes drifted down to his cock and she licked her lips in eagerness, that blatant invitation all he needed. “On your knees, sub,” he ordered harshly, knowing Olivia wouldn’t understand his actions, but desperate to find relief before he went to her.
Clasping his hands around Haley’s blond head, he held her still as he thrust into her mouth, her soft hands cupping his balls adding to the pleasure of feeling her lips close around him and her tongue stroking every sensitive inch of his hard flesh. But, as talented as her mouth was, as good as it felt, especially when she laved the underside of his head, licked the sensitive oozing slit and tightened her hands under his sac, hers wasn’t the mouth he wanted to feel, the tongue and fingers he ached to have caressing him until he exploded in her mouth. As he spilled his seed into Haley’s mouth, watching her swallow every drop as she continued to suck at his shaft until he was drained dry, he simply couldn’t help wishing it was Olivia’s blond head he was clutching and her whiskey eyes staring up at him with the pleasure of pleasing him glowing in their depths instead of Haley’s blue ones now seeking his approval.