Cosmic Trifecta

by Anna Lewis

  “It’s so heavy,” she said, reaching up to touch it with her finger.

  “That’s why I chose it. It matches your eyes.”

  “You say that a lot,” she teased.

  “You have the most soulful eyes I’ve ever seen. When I look at you, I feel like I’m seeing the depths of who you are without the façade that people throw up, and the images that people construct to make themselves feel good. You’re exactly who you appear to be, and there’s nothing more beautiful than that.”

  “As I stand here, wearing fetish wear and having no idea why women even wear chokers. I feel like the biggest poser right now.”

  She looked up from the reflection of the choker and their eyes met in the mirror. His face was almost next to hers, his lips only inches from her neck so that his breath was hot on her bare skin. She thought he might kiss her neck, and the thought sent shivers up and down her spine. She shuddered involuntarily.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No, just anxious. I don’t know what to expect and I’m just nervous.”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be by my side the entire time. I’m not going to hand you off to someone else to play.”

  “That’s good to know,” she said, laughing nervously.

  He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back so she rested against him. The gesture was more familiar than she expected from him, but it felt good to lean on him and know that he had her back. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent of him so sexy as it wrapped around her.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Not really, but let’s not let that stop us from having a good time,” she said, giving him her bravest smile.

  “That’s my girl,” he said, and he kissed her cheek before she realized what he was about to do, then turned and grabbed his sport coat.

  He put it on, the steel gray matched perfectly with the rest of the tailored suit. Shawna looked him over, then caught herself checking him out and blushed.

  “I don’t mind,” he said with a wink. “I like it when you look at me like I might make a good meal.”

  Her face felt hot and she stammered, attempting to apologize. He put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

  “Never apologize for being who you are. I love how bold you are just since changing your clothes.”

  “But I thought I was playing the part of the submissive. Doesn’t that mean that I should be coy and not daring?”

  He shook his head.

  “It means no such thing. In this world, the submissive has all the power. You’ll see that as you mingle. The sub controls everything, including when play stops. Part of the appeal of this place is that it’s a safe space to play but it’s also a safe space to walk away. If you get overwhelmed, we’ll come back up here and you can rest or watch a movie.”

  “I don’t want to look like a fool.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Won’t they notice if I tell you that I’m overwhelmed?”

  “You don’t tell me in a way they will understand. We’ll use a safe word.”

  “Safe word?”

  “It’s like a code word. If at any time you want to stop and leave to go to the hotel room, just say the word and within the space of a minute or two, I will find a way to gracefully remove us from the situation.”

  “What word?”

  “Something easy. How about alligator?”

  “Alligator?”

  “Yep. It needs to be something that you won’t randomly say in conversation, and alligator seems like a good choice.”

  “If I use this ‘safe word’, won’t they know then, too?”

  “Nope. They have no way of knowing whether it’s that you want to stop, or that you want to go up to the room for some privacy. Even if they did know, no one will judge you.”

  He waited, not saying a word while she wrestled with her thoughts. A big part of her wanted to try something new, but she didn’t know what to expect, and she didn’t want to get in over her head. But with a safe word—

  “What if I want to try some of the things that are going on down there?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What if I see someone ‘playing’ as you call it and I find it exciting?”

  He shrugged.

  “Why not? If you’re interested.”

  “I don’t know if I am,” she said honestly. “But I am intrigued by this thought that the submissive has power, and I envy the confidence they must have.”

  Eric chuckled warmly.

  “Let’s play it by ear and see where the night takes us,” he said. “Now, let’s get downstairs and enjoy the party. I’m starving.”

  He looked her over when he said it, and as Shawna took his arm and walked out into the hallway with him, she had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t talking about food.

  ***

  The sounds of laughter filled the air even before the elevator doors finally opened and let them out into one of many common areas available to the patrons of the hotel. The main lobby itself looked like any other hotel, and the staff was trained to turn away guests who didn’t realize what they were getting themselves into. Eric had already shared that the patrons had nicknamed it the “vanilla floor”, and Eric was considering calling it exactly that.

  When the elevator doors finally opened, Shawna was about to take a step and hesitated just inside the doors.

  “It’s alright,” Eric said. “This is the Tender Hearts floor. It’s pretty tame and is mostly for couples that are new to each other or new to BDSM. I promise that you won’t be traumatized.”

  “If you say so,” she said, winking at him as she let him lead her out into the room.

  They circled the room leisurely, mingling with the other guests, who didn’t stop what they were doing while they talked. Shawna stayed close to Eric, watching with eyes wide as the man carried on a very normal conversation with Eric and Shawna while his wife waited patiently over his knee, bare behind exposed for anyone to see. A quick look around told Shawna that the other guests were too engrossed in their own moments to even notice the couple that had Shawna so flustered.

  The woman turned, looking up at Shawna with sparkling blue eyes, and winked at her. Shawna smiled back, not sure if she should wave hello or cover her face in embarrassment. When the woman gave her husband an exasperated look and wiggled her bottom as if to remind the man that she was still there, Shawna let a nervous laugh escape before she could stop herself.

  The husband patted his wife’s round backside, still talking to Eric as he began rhythmically swatting her, alternating cheeks with each blow. The woman closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, and Shawna found herself squirming with Eric’s arm around her while they stood there.

  Shawna snuck a peek at Eric, who was smiling at the man and very openly watching him as he spanked his wife playfully on the padded bench against the wall for anyone to see.

  Eric excused himself a few minutes later, steering Shawna a few feet away before he finally spoke.

  “So?” he said.

  “She seemed to be enjoying it,” Shawna offered.

  “So did you, it seems,” Eric said, facing her, one hand still holding hers.

  She made no move to pull her hand out of his, but when his eyes flicked downward, she followed his gaze and blushed when she realized that her hardened nipples were visibly straining against the fabric of her dress.

  “Oh, good grief,” she said.

  Eric sat down on another large chair that was pushed against a wall, this one the kind you would find in a cozy library with padded arms. He pulled her down so that she sat on the low arm of the chair, her leg over one of his.

  “Tell me,” he said in a hushed tone. “What was your favorite thing about that man and his wife?”

  “Besides that, she appeared to be having a lot of fun and that she initiated the contact herself?”

  “All that aside, what excited you the most?”

  His hand brushed the bodice of her dre
ss, fingers curved so they raked across one taut nipple through the slinky fabric.

  Shawna blushed.

  “I’m not sure if I can say it out loud without feeling ridiculous,” she admitted.

  He turned his head so that his ear was close to her and she took a deep breath, wondering if she should admit that she was aroused by the entire experience. Would he think she was crazy?

  “Don’t go overboard,” he said, ear still turned. “Just pick one thing to try that you found exciting.”

  She swallowed hard, then leaned close and whispered into his ear.

  “That’s easily done,” he said when she finished and leaned back. “Stand in front of me here.”

  She stood, her stomach clenching, but this time with the excitement that was almost thrilling. She couldn’t believe that she had admitted that to him.

  His hands were on her legs, sliding up her stockings, then up her bare legs until he reached the black satin panties that he had purchased to go with her outfit. His fingers slid down her stomach and in between her legs, then into the fabric so the back of his knuckles pressed against the folds of her sex. She inhaled sharply as he tugged straight down, pulling her panties down by the crotch instead of the waistband like she’d expected. He took his time, pulling them down slowly, his eyes locked on hers as he did.

  When they dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them and he tucked them into his suit jacket pocket.

  “They’re sticking out a little,” she pointed out.

  “It’s intentional,” he said, his gaze unwavering.

  She trembled again, the cool air on her bare skin exciting her. His large hands were on her thighs again, sliding up her stockings, then gliding up her bare thighs and stopping.

  “Spread your legs,” he said softly, and before she could think to ask why she found herself doing as she was told. “Good,” he said, his voice husky.

  His hands moved upward and she felt his thumbs stop just short of the heat of her. She watched him, holding her breath as he waited.

  “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word,” he said.

  She tightened her mouth, pursing her lips together and smiling. He chuckled, using his fingers to spread her folds and find the tiny nub of flesh that was already hardened with her excitement.

  “You’re enjoying yourself more than you thought you would,” he said as he stroked her lazily beneath her skirt in the middle of the room without a care. “I must say, I’m proud of you. I didn’t think that you would be this bold.”

  Neither did I, she thought, then let her head fall back when a moan caught in her throat.

  Her body was getting hot and her legs were starting to tremble when the gentle ringing of a bell caught her attention. Her eyes opened and Eric’s hand slipped out from under her skirt, leaving her aroused and wanting more.

  “What was that?” she asked, her sexual frustration almost overwhelming.

  He stood, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress and smiling when she moaned softly.

  “It’s dinner time. We’ll pick this up later. But for now, you can sit on my lap and enjoy a nice meal.”

  “On your lap?” she asked, feeling a bit mortified at the thought as the large group from around the room made their way to the large dining table.

  Eric took her in his arms, hand going to her backside and grabbing it beneath the skirt. He turned to the side, still clutching her ass and motioned to the woman who she’d watched over her husband’s knee a few minutes before. She was now completely naked and walking over to the table with a smile on her face as if none of this was out of the ordinary.

  “Don’t worry, every eye is going to be on her and no one is going to pay attention to where my hands are under the table while we eat.”

  Her body tightened at his words.

  “And where will your hands be?”

  “I’m going to make sure you’re fed inside and out,” he said, then laughed when her mouth dropped open in shock. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone still light. “Otherwise, you may get your first trip over my knee before you’re ready.”

  She didn’t wait around to see if he was serious. As she walked to the table and took her place on his lap, she looked around wondering what she’d gotten herself into. When his hand drifted under her skirt and came to rest between her legs, and he started stroking her gently right then and there, she knew then that Eric was a man of his word.

  He was going to make good on his promise, and he didn’t care who was there to see her squirm.

  It was going to be a long weekend, and Shawna hoped it never ended.

  END OF BOOK 1

  Book 2

  “It’s dinner time,” Eric said, smiling at her with a wicked expression that made her heart skip a beat. “We’ll pick this up later. But for now, you can sit on my lap and enjoy a nice meal.”

  Her eyes went to his lap, and the sight of her satin panties hanging part way out of his pocket made her blush. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this, but she wasn’t ready to walk away. As mortified as she was to be standing in the middle of that room in a black skater dress and her panties in Eric’s pocket, she didn’t want this night to end.

  But still, on his lap? While they ate? He couldn’t be serious, could he?

  “On your lap?” she asked, feeling a bit mortified at the thought as the large group from around the room made their way to the large dining table.

  Eric took her in his arms, hand going to her backside and grabbing it beneath the skirt. He turned to the side, still clutching her ass and motioned to the woman who she’d watched over her husband’s knee a few minutes before. The woman was now completely naked and walking over to the table with a smile on her face as if none of this was out of the ordinary.

  “Don’t worry, every eye is going to be on her and no one is going to pay attention to where my hands are under the table while we eat.”

  Her body tightened at his words.

  “And where will your hands be?”

  “I’m going to make sure you’re fed inside and out,” he said, then laughed when her mouth dropped open in shock. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone still light. “Otherwise, you may get your first trip over my knee before you’re ready.”

  She didn’t stand around to see if he was serious. As she walked to the table and took her place on his lap, she looked around wondering what she’d gotten herself into. When his hand drifted under her skirt and came to rest between her legs, and he started stroking her gently right then and there, she knew then that Eric was a man of his word.

  He was going to make good on his promise, and he didn’t care who was there to see her squirm.

  It was going to be a long weekend, and Shawna hoped it never ended.

  They were served the most exquisite meal of delicate finger foods, and all things shareable. The servers set a single plate in front of Eric and Shawna, with two glasses of something pale and bubbly, and two more glasses of water. Eric offered her the glass but she waved it off.

  “I’ll just stick with water.”

  “It’s not alcohol; it’s sparkling cider. We prefer that people stay sober at these things.”

  “Oh,” she said, surprised.

  “Better drink your water too,” the naked woman across the table said with a bright, cheery smile. “You don’t want to get dehydrated while you’re playing.”

  Shawna felt her face get hot, and she was once again thankful for the dim, romantic lighting throughout the room.

  Eric’s hand was beneath her dress, the other hand picking up a strawberry and dipping it in the melted chocolate beside the plate. He held the strawberry up to her lips and she opened her mouth, gasping when the hand under her dress gently pushed her legs open a little wider and his thumb found the hard flesh and began to stroke.

  Her mouth closed over the fruit and she moaned softly. She saw him wink at her, and she knew that he knew she wasn’t moaning because of the fruit.

  He continued feedi
ng her, taking a few bites himself in between. He was entirely focused on her, and after a while, the people around them slipped away and Shawna couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore. The conversations around her had nothing to do with her, and she was too focused on his touch to care even if someone had been speaking to her directly.

  She was hovering on the brink of orgasm when Eric stopped, sliding his hand down to her knee and smiling when she looked at him with eyes filled with longing.

  “We’ll save the rest for later,” he said.

  Later? Shawna thought, then she realized that she still had to go up to the hotel suite with Eric later, and she felt panic welling inside of her. Why had she let herself cross the line?

  What if he expected her to have sex with him tonight?

  He offered her another strawberry, but she shook her head.

  “I need to eat a real meal,” she said softly. “We should go back up to the suite. I’m feeling tired.”

  He nodded.

  “I understand. It’s late and you’re still on Texas time.”

  He stood, scooping her up as he did and setting her feet on the floor. They said goodnight to the people gathered around the table, then he led her to the elevator and they stepped into the car alone.

  “I’m sorry,” she said as soon as the doors closed, painfully aware that her panties were still in his pocket.

  He raised an eyebrow in genuine surprise.

  “Sorry for what?”

  “For getting out of line out there. There doesn’t need to be a later.”

  Eric chuckled.

  “What’s funny?” she asked.

  “You. You’re such a nervous little thing. Remember what I told you about submissives?”

  “That they have the power and control the play?”

  “Exactly. If you don’t want me to finish what I started, that’s fine. But I’m not expecting anything from you, if that’s what has your panties in a twist.”

  “You don’t?”

  “I don’t, and I never did. Now, if you ever want to ravage me, feel free, you don’t even have to ask. But I know that this is all new to you, and I’m mostly just proud of you for listening to your body and trying something new.”