Ménage à Tess (The Tess Series)

by Tessa Wanton

  Even in his own shock, he queried whether this was the mythical “female squirting” he’d heard of and seen in various unbelievable porn flicks, and lapped a little to taste. It was sweet—it made him catch his breath. He wanted her to do it again for him, and that was his goal this morning. He wanted to be able to see her flushed body writhing with need to release like that once more.

  That was the whole point of the charade he’d just pulled. He was nice and happy to shave her legs and privates, but he had no doubts that when he tenderly caressed every part of her, she would let him worship her with his tongue again. He wondered how many times he could get her to keep gushing before she begged for no more. But no. One more time would be enough for him—he’d leave the sexual cruelty to this Master of hers. Johnny would be the one who would see to her deep emotional needs, the needs of her body, mind and soul. She loved him, not “Master.”

  Finding the razor, he selected the aloe vera shave gel. Tessy most definitely would use that on her nethers, he thought, for she had such soft and sensitive skin. Closing the cabinet, he grabbed a fluffy towel from the chrome rail and padded into the hallway. Passing her kitchen, he popped his head through the doorway and spotted a large mixing bowl on the counter. Perfect. What wasn’t so perfect was that they hadn’t pulled the blinds on the kitchen window, so if the neighbors decided to look at that precise moment, they would witness him dashing into her kitchen in his full glory. Letting out a low whistle, he grinned and strode brazenly to the counter, picked up the bowl, and used it to cover his modesty. Looking around, his attention was drawn to the empty wine glasses and half-eaten pizza from the night before, and his heart faltered as he remembered the look she’d given him as he held her tightly to him. That was when he knew she felt like he did. Quickly surveying the kitchen for anything else he might need, he returned to the bathroom and filled the bowl halfway with lukewarm water. Finally satisfied he had everything he needed, he breathed deeply to steady his growing excitement and returned to the bedroom.

  “Coming, Tessy—ready or not!”

  Chapter Three

  He knew to the depths of his very soul he would never tire of gazing on her. Her mussed hair, tangled and splayed on her pillow, the duvet drawn close to her. Her embarrassment at not being “groomed” for him was apparent in how she was trying to cover herself, but the ample fullness of her hips and breasts were still obvious to him, almost calling to him. When he was younger he read stories of mythical sirens luring men with their beauty, and so she was to him. He, however, was there willingly; there was no force needed to draw him to her bed.

  “Now, come on, Tessy, I can’t very well shave you if you’re hiding away over there, can I?” Placing the bowl and other items at the foot of the bed, he took a handful of duvet and oh so slowly pulled it from her, hand over hand. She protested weakly for a short time until she finally allowed him to remove it. “That’s it, baby. It’s not going to hurt one bit, I promise…”She was blushing deep red now—he loved it when she did that. She seemed so innocent, and it brought out such strong protective instincts within him that he ached from the intensity. Sitting there in the middle of the bed, hugging her arms around her knees, her ankles crossed to cover herself, she looked oddly tiny to him. His Tess wasn’t a small girl by any stretch of the imagination, but then he was of the opinion that there could never be too much of a good thing. He loved every last lump and bump of her, whether she believed him saying so or not. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, he waved for her to scoot down the bed toward him.

  Laying the towel across the bottom of the bed, he patted it to encourage her to humor him. Grinning impishly, he watched her toil inwardly, wondering how she’d found herself in this situation. Shuffling forward, she sat at the top of the towel and unfolded her legs, seeming content now to let him have his way.

  “Are you sure you really want to do this, Johnny?” she asked quietly, looking up at him quizzically. Her rosy flush had subsided somewhat, but it still had an intoxicating effect on him.

  “Of course, babe! It’s causing you embarrassment, so what better way to show you it doesn’t bother me one bit? I worship you, angel. I want to do whatever I can to make you smile, and you’ve had a busy week. So let me take care of you, treat you right, and de-fuzz you!” He laughed as her cheeks glowed once more and she rolled her eyes in resignation. Retrieving the pillow she had used to beat him, she fluffed it up and lay back on it. With the look she gave him he thought she might have changed her mind, but instead she sighed and stretched her legs out before him.

  Squirting some shave gel into his palm, he added some water and lathered it between both hands. He leaned over the bed and gently spread it over her calf, spreading it to the top of her knee, around the back, and down to her ankle. Repeating this with her other leg, he delighted in her wriggles and fidgets as she desperately tried to keep still. She did have incredibly sensitive skin, and even the slightest touch frequently had her giggling with glee. It seemed she was trying to resist pulling away from him today, and it pleased him to see that. As much as he was trying to please her, she was also trying to please him.

  He dipped the razor into the bowl to wet it sufficiently and took her ankle in his hand to hold her steady. Looking up at her to satisfy himself that she was ready, he started to shave her leg in long strokes. It was surprisingly quite an enjoyable experience for him. After he had finished her lower leg, he patted the area dry with the corner of the towel and ran his hands over the finished area to check for places he’d missed. The feel of her skin was electrifying, so soft and pale, and as he looked up to check on her again, he noted that her eyes were closed, her neck extended back and her lips parted slightly. Was she asleep? Judging by her breathing, she didn’t seem so, and even though her features were no longer flushed, her chest had taken on a deep red rash. He wondered for a moment whether she was allergic to the shaving gel, but even if she was, it shouldn’t manifest there, should it? He told himself he must remember to ask her if she’d got any allergies, and he certainly made a mental note to keep watch to make sure it didn’t spread.

  Repeating the shaving process on her other leg, both of her lower legs were now beautifully smooth and silky, her skin luminous in the morning sun filtering through the translucent curtains. It was time now to move higher. What started out as an everyday task was moving towards a kinky activity, and if he was honest with himself, Johnny was finding the situation erotic as hell. He’d never done anything like this before, but the knowledge that Tess was extremely open sexually gave him the confidence to consider things he wouldn’t have dreamed of before. Nothing like what she and he did, mind you, but it was nice to not have to plead and convince someone to do the simple pleasures in life like oral sex. Good God, she was good at oral sex. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t minded so much about having to wait for full-blown carnal knowledge of her. Why shouldn’t he try to “kinkify” himself for her? Maybe, just maybe, she might forget him entirely if he could provide everything she ever needed.

  Filing those thoughts for another day, he spread more shave gel between his hands and took her thigh gently between his hands, spreading foam from the soft hollow at the top of her leg to just above her knee. He guided her leg gently to the side, just marginally exposing her full labia. After giving her other thigh the same treatment, he placed her leg out to the opposite side. From his station on the floor, he felt himself trembling, looking upon what he’d only dreamed of a few months earlier. He was convinced that she was relaxed now as she lay there, seemingly deep in a peaceful reverie. For the first time in their relationship, he felt like he was in control. He liked it.

  Gliding the razor confidently close to her skin, he shaved her left and then her right thigh, continuing to observe her reactions and that curious rash which, although it wasn’t spreading, still remained strong as ever. Patting her thighs dry, he gently spread her legs wider, allowing him clear access to her center. Gently sliding a finger along her now astonishingly moist slit, sh
e moaned quietly in response, and even though he had been painfully erect the entire time, he felt a lurch in his manhood, impatiently reminding him he should be burying himself within the object of his desire that very minute. The combined sight of her glistening lips and that quiet yet wanton moan made him ache even more for her. In fact he was just in perpetual pain around her, aching heart, aching cock—she would be the end of him, he just knew it. He then coaxed her legs as far apart as they would go without forcing her. He had to be very diligent in this moment, as no doubt any slip of the razor would deny him any sort of trust or sexual action for a long time, and after the six months he’d waited already, he wasn’t going to ruin the progress he’d now made. Regardless, he was pleased to have a say on her bush. Whenever he played with her down there, he’d always noted with a little dismay that she shaved everything completely off. It was something he’d always felt was a bit weird. Lots of hair would be bad, agreed—but just a little, to frame her in a womanly fashion, would be nice. Now was his opportunity to make his mark on her. It couldn’t hurt, could it?

  Chapter Four

  Tessa sighed deeply as she reveled in his hands working so skillfully on her legs. Johnny was an angel on Earth; how could such a bulky looking man be so gentle and caring? She had been worried when he had suggested it at first. They had only just gained a deeper intimacy of each other after an almost innocent courtship, and now she was going to put him off forever with her looks. It now seemed not, though. Maybe that’s why he was different—he’d love her whatever she looked like, and in fact wanted her to be happy, so much so that he was willing to help her in her pursuit of that goal. He had charmed her into it. Had he taken control? It felt like he had, although it wasn’t control of any sort she was used to with Master. It felt different with Johnny for sure, and she loved it. Although it also felt very strange. She couldn’t imagine her Master doing such an act for her, but then she would’ve felt uncomfortable doing so anyway; it was her duty to Him to make sure she was perfect before she presented herself, so it just wouldn’t feel right. Did that mean Johnny meant less to her than Master did? That she was happy to even consider meeting him without being perfectly groomed? The idea disturbed her as it didn’t feel like that at all.

  She sighed heavily as the razor flashed along her thighs. The sensation of blades against her skin, wielded by another, was arousing. Her embarrassment at her presentation had dissolved completely, and now she was surrendering to him. This new dominance asserting itself in Johnny was wonderful. She needed it from him. As much as her Master and Johnny were so different, she was the same Tessa, and she needed to hand over at least part of herself to any romantic or intimate relationship she embarked upon. She wondered whether that was why so many past relationships had been traumatic for her in the end. Always picking strong, dominant personalities who took her trust like it was a thing to be expected, running roughshod across her complex emotions and throwing her away like a used toy when they’d had their fill.

  She thought back to when she’d decided to meet her Master for the first time. Another messy break up had made her re-focus on her needs, her desires. She’d always been fascinated with BDSM, knew she was a submissive, and concluded that was why normal vanilla relationships never worked. So she’d spent hours on the Internet researching, assessing, making sure she knew what she wanted, what she liked, who she was. She wasn’t ready for another relationship, which was why she was so excited when His message had dropped into her inbox. He wasn’t after a relationship either, but was willing to show her what she was convinced she needed; mysterious, veiled, He was so damned compelling. His pursuit of her was exactly what she’d fantasized about so many times before. Expertly and skillfully, He’d claimed her surrender to Him long before He picked her up for their first encounter. Those sparkling brown eyes were so hypnotic; she couldn’t remember much about the rest of Him other than random images of His long, expensive black coat, the immaculate suit, the faint scent of smoke on His breath. Her control was so easily taken—even in that short encounter; never before would she have ever considered allowing anyone to expose her in broad daylight. But the memory of His lips upon her breast lingered—had been the center of many fantasies for her in the months since. Around Him, she was powerless to refuse anything He desired. There had been absolutely no difficulty for her to agree to meet Him at that abandoned warehouse. True, the location terrified her when she found herself standing in front of those derelict red post boxes, but she had committed herself at that point, and her innate stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to be defeated by her own fear. Or perhaps it was common sense? She was never particularly good at doing sensible things, and as it happened, the experience that followed those first few steps into His carefully prepared scene was every bit the fantasy she had always desired and longed for.

  The only difficulty lay in the fact that what had started out as a “no-strings” training regime had quickly turned into something much deeper for her. He had warned her about becoming addicted to the feelings she felt, and possibly addicted to Him too, and He hadn’t been wrong about that. Many a time she had chanted to herself “it’s no strings attached; you always pick bad relationships; just enjoy the moment and enjoy the single life,” but her mind always turned it to “it could work, you know.” But that wasn’t the point. The whole point was to discover who she was with an experienced dominant within the lifestyle, find out what she really wanted, and then to look for love once she was confident enough to spot what was wrong for her. Ultimately what was right for her. Things never did go to plan, however, and try as she might, she had fallen head over heels for Master; which could only mean that in her experience, He was the wrong man for her. Inevitably she was hurt to the core when He told her she must find someone to love her. He was right, as that was what she’d intended straight from the start, but it hurt nevertheless.

  Then there was the sweet man kneeling between her legs. After all of the emotional turmoil she’d felt in her relationship with Master, she couldn’t have been more surprised when she’d developed feelings for Johnny. She considered that choosing him in the first place might have been nothing more than a safeguard. She knew she wanted a Master, to be a submissive 24/7, but with Johnny that would never be. Was she trying to make Master jealous? Or to show Him how good a sub she was to go through with His wishes and find someone to love her?

  Johnny’s insistent caresses were starting to drive her close the edge of reason. She had never considered such a tedious task could be quite so erotic. He’d lathered up some more gel and she knew he was going to shave her mound. The thought was turning her on so much she let out a low moan and moved her legs to accommodate him; she did love how smooth she was straight after a close shave.

  A guttural moan surprised her as he spread the foam between her legs; his feathery touch and the silky-smooth cream sent tingles shooting up and down her spine, feelings she’d only ever felt with Master before. Maybe it was the semi-forced exposure, the requirement to please Johnny—and she had no doubt he was enjoying himself—or something else, but she felt herself drifting to a familiar place. When the close scrape of the razor commenced, it sent her reeling. The simple thought of something so chilling and dangerous in another’s hands, in an extremely delicate place, dropped her the rest of the way. As far as she was concerned, at that moment, he was her Master. Tessa closed her eyes as she focused on the frenzied thump of her heart, the pressure between her legs, his hand pulling her skin taut in order to gain a closer angle. His gentle breath caressing her cleanly shaven flesh. It was heaven in a way she couldn’t describe, and so very different from the emotional connection she shared with her Master. She eventually became aware that he had stopped shaving her and was patting the area dry and clear of the foam. Sighing, Tessa felt a wave of loss as she figured the intimacy must be over. She wasn’t embarrassed, worried, nervous, or scared, but content, so completely content she could drift to sleep in his arms, if it weren’t for the insistent, demanding t
hrob within her core.

  Her eyes flew open immediately as she felt Johnny’s tongue from the bottom to the top of her labia, flicking her clit with a flip of his tongue. Wordlessly, her body quivered as his lips rained soft kisses on the newly shaven skin to either side of her sex, teasing cruelly around the area that she longed for him to plunge his firm tongue deep inside. Gasping with pure need, she shifted her hips, hoping he would give her what she wanted so badly, but his response was to firmly hold her thighs in place with his forearms and spread her even wider with his fingers. Tessa wailed in frustration, and she swore she could hear Johnny chuckling quietly between her legs, resonant vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through her.

  Arching her back, she stretched her arms out, clawing at the bed sheets with her fingers, twisting the material tightly into her fists as she tried to bear the sweet torture. He was going to make her beg if he carried on this way. For a self-confessed vanilla man, his oral skills and tease and denial would have happily suited any Dominant/submissive couple. The fleeting thought Master would never ever do this for me, dissipated as soon as it had come when a howl of need escaped unbidden from her throat. She felt Johnny slide a finger carefully inside her, stroking within her as his tongue found her clit once more. Suddenly losing her voice, Tessa looked down at his glistening face, his eyes locked on hers as he kept up his onslaught, adding another finger and then curling it around to hit her G-spot. She shrieked and threw her head back, trying to take control of herself.