The Chronicles of Stella Rice: March

by Adrienne Kama

  Gaining his equilibrium faster than I would have thought possible, he spoke in a low, conversational voice. “I should punish you for that. But I won’t. I enjoyed it too much. Have you done that for Jake?”

  As quickly as Dev was taking back control, I was losing it. Feeling at a loss, I focused on my feet.

  “Eyes on me. And answer properly.”

  “No, master,” I said, careful to include the latter word as I knew he wanted.

  My answer seemed to amuse him. His lips turned up at the edges and his eyes gleamed wickedly. “Why not?”

  I didn’t know, so I shrugged.

  “You’re a perfect sub for Jake and me, you know that? You absolutely love to serve…that much is evident in the way you throw yourself into the role of submissive.”

  “I’m not really a submissive,” I began to explain, but clamped my mouth shut when Dev frowned.

  “Of course you are. Jake knew what he was doing when he found you.”

  Dev was openly smiling now.

  I focused on his grinning countenance for a moment, then gazed lower. Something far more interesting had caught my attention.

  “Eyes on me,” Dev said, then clasped his zipper a second time today and drew it down. Using one hand, he pulled his engorged length free, then gave me a smile the anti-Christ would have envied. “Have a seat, Stella.”

  “Dear God!”

  Chapter Nine

  His erection jutted out of his pants, hard and pulsating with life. And it was more than ready for me.

  On shaky legs, I forced myself toward him. A brief shudder ran through me when he grabbed my hips and slid my dress up until it was around my waist.

  Murmuring low, he drew me forward. “Straddle me, baby,” he said, hoarsely. “I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy so good.”

  I let him lead me over top of him. I was careful to spread my knees wide to give him full access. The moment I felt the head of his cock probing my entrance, I sighed. This was what I’d been waiting days for. The one thing I’d been hungering for. And now it was happening.

  Dev shifted on the bed, spreading his legs wide while keeping his hands splayed on my hips, guiding me down inch by sensuous inch. “That’s it, kitten. Nice and easy.”

  The slow penetration was a torture. My quim tightened and a deep, rapturous heat began to build in the pit of my stomach. I could feel my abdomen tighten as the luxuriant sensation of being filled washed over me. I bit my lip again, struggled against the nearly overwhelming need to cry out.

  I closed my eyes and Dev lowered me until his full length was buried to the deepest depths of me. He gave his hips a roll and white-hot fire simmered between my legs. “Oh, Dev.”

  “This what you want, baby?” Dev purred into my ear.

  “God, yes!” I nodded, so desperate for him that at that moment I wouldn’t have cared if Jake walked in and caught us in the act.

  I rotated my hips and I was rewarded with an immediate rush of pleasure. I gasped for breath and began to rock.

  Dev tightened his grip and held me steady. “No you don’t. I’m fucking you, Stella. You’re not fucking me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He stared at me for a moment, then released his hold. He trailed his fingers over my stomach; let them trace a languid path over the valley between my breasts. Gently palming one in each hand, he squeezed and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Are you my good little slave, Stella?”

  I nodded. “Don’t torture me, Dev. Please. I can’t take it.”

  He laved the sensitive skin of my throat, leaving behind a wet trail that set me to shivering. “Are you?” He demanded.

  “Yes.”

  When he surged up, then slowly withdrew, I thought my world would stop. Pleasure radiated out to every inch of my body. I writhed in his lap, fought the urge to ride him.

  “Put your hands behind your back, Stella. Don’t move them until I say.”

  I did as told. It was amazing that something as simple as moving my hands could make me feel so powerless. My arms weren’t bound, save Dev’s edict; I was free to move them whenever I chose, yet I felt helpless as a baby.

  “I bet you like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  Lust flickered behind his eyes, yet his gaze was steady on me. “Yes what?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Say it again. This time with feeling.”

  Damn the man. “Yes, master!” I said.

  Then Dev thrust up and into me again.

  I screamed in surprised delight. Propelled forward from the driving force of his hips, I tumbled toward him. Pleasure descended on me with blinding force and my quim shuddered violently.

  Lip curled, Dev stared at me with hungry eyes. Unkempt, rumpled, and disheveled, Dev had the look of a wild man. And he’d never looked sexier than he did at that moment.

  He withdrew and surged into me again, bringing a cry of pure feminine delight from me. The rhythm he set was merciless, the sensual thrill, endless. Moving his hips hard and fast enough to have the most decadent sensations uncoiling between my legs, I knew it would be a struggle to keep my orgasm at bay. Meeting him thrust for thrust, already I felt release hovering near.

  I felt his hand on the back of my head before I saw him move, felt his fingers on my scalp as he tangled them in my hair and brought my mouth to his.

  I met his kiss with a need that matched his. We tasted, licked, nibbled, then he forced my lips wide with his tongue and dove deep. Our lips melded, and I lost myself in the sweet, honeyed flavor that was uniquely Dev.

  “Kitten,” he murmured against my lips, “I could fall in love with you.” He licked my lips then sucked my tongue into the warmth of his mouth.

  He used his free hand on my nipple, plucking it and driving me to the edge of reason. Rolling it between thumb and forefinger, he made me moan like a wanton whore.

  Abruptly, he pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Promise me this won’t be the last time we do this. Just the two of us.”

  Frantic for release, I nodded. “Fuck me harder, Dev.”

  Instead of driving me harder, he slowed. “Promise, Stella. I want to hear you say you promise.” He rotated his hips and sent a fresh wave of sensation roiling over me.

  “Dear God, Dev, I promise. Anything you want, just fuck me.”

  Eyes flashing wickedly, he clasped me by the waist and flipped me onto my back.

  I sank into the mattress beneath him, reveled in the feel of his body on top of mine.

  He reared back, gripped me under the thighs and hoisted my legs over his shoulders. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, kitten,” he promised through clenched teeth. Then he drove forward.

  The previous position had been good, but there weren’t words to describe the delicious vibrations humming through my body as he rode me. His cock drove into me like a piston, hard and sure.

  “Oh, Dev,” I panted. “That feels so good.”

  He claimed my mouth, kissing me with a hungry, roving tongue. His mouth was possessive and needy, his taste wonderful.

  A sweet climax was building in the deepest recesses of my soul, swirling within and demanding release. With every claiming penetration it came nearer, driving me until I was mad with the need for release.

  “That feel good, baby?” Dev asked, then plunged into me.

  My feet flexed, I screamed. A heady blend of passion and pleasure had me matching him thrust for thrust. I felt sweat pooling between us, swiped at a trickle of sweat on my cheek.

  “Let go, Stella. Come.”

  My climax broke over me, sending wave after wave of sweet sensation through my loins. I shook under the force of it and delighted in the feel of it. Even when Dev released into me with a loud moan, the spasms continued to race through my body. Only when Dev lay prostrate and unmoving did the delicious sensations subside.

  ~*~

  9:33 p.m.

  Two hours later, we were still in my bed. Naked, we had crawled under the covers and cudd
led close. I couldn’t stop touching him. I felt every inch of his body and lost myself in the simple thrill of being close to him.

  “Tell me,” I said again. “I wanna know how you and Jake met.”

  Dev studied me. His dark eyes seemed to glimmer in the candlelight. “Are there any more Twinkies?”

  I laughed despite myself. “No. You ate the last one thirty minutes ago.”

  “Did I? Are you sure? I can’t believe we ate a whole box of Twinkies in a few hours.”

  “Believe it. Something else we can’t tell Jake.”

  Chuckling, Dev rolled onto me and seared me with a hungry kiss. When he rolled away, though, his lips were set in a thin line. “We can’t tell Jake about any of this. He wouldn’t understand.”

  “And anyway, nothing we did changes our relationship. Our Triad…that’s what Ann calls us.”

  He moved his thigh over my hip and let it rest there. “Cute.”

  Our lips touched tentatively, then I squirmed close and we were kissing again, our hunger for each other so strong, I doubted it would ever be sated.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I said, when we parted again. “See. You have to tell me about you and Jake so I can get my mind off kissing you.”

  “There’s not much to tell. We met when Jake was still a personal trainer at another gym. I’d had an unfortunate accident with a deck—”

  “Excuse me?”

  Sighing heavily, Dev rolled his eyes. “Who are you now, Barbara Walters? If you must know I was hanging out at a buddy’s place in Columbia. We were drinking beers on his deck…and a few shots of whiskey.” He shrugged. “Guess I had one too many. Somehow I managed to fall off the deck. I broke three fingers in my left hand, my wrist and my arm in two places. And it was my left hand, the hand I used to fret with.”

  Surprised and horrified, I began to sit up, but Dev wrapped his leg around my waist and held me in place.

  “It was six years ago. I assure you, it doesn’t hurt anymore. But at the time, it was a bitch. I played lead guitar back then. After I healed up I couldn’t get my fretting speed back to where it was before the accident. I did the usual hand exercises, but nothing helped.”

  “So you started seeing a personal trainer?”

  “Yep. And that’s how I met Jake.”

  Now I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but how did you get together?”

  Dev snorted, as though this was a stupid question. “Jake decided he wanted me.” When I continued to glare, Dev elaborated. “Jake is easily the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Even so, initially I didn’t think he was into guys.” he shrugged. “Hell, I liked him. I kept up with the training because I liked being around him. He’s one of those hands on trainers who likes to get down with the trainee and show them what they’re supposed to be doing. He was constantly touching me. I’d leave the gym three times a week with a raging hard-on. But like I said, I didn’t know he was into guys. I thought he was touching me because that’s how he did his job.”

  “What happened?”

  “He invited me over to his place to watch the Oriole’s. I wasn’t big on baseball, but you can bet your ass I didn’t turn him down. I was so hot for Jake. I’d look at him and practically come on the spot.”

  “So what happened,” I prodded.

  “We’re at his apartment. He goes to the kitchen get more beer…it was a very Jake moment. He’s so damn confident. Anyway, I’m sitting on the sofa, cursing myself for being so attracted to a straight guy. I was wondering how I could get out of the situation when Jake comes sauntering into the room with the beer. He sets the beer on the coffee table, all casual, then he proceeds to straddle me as I’m sitting on the sofa. He looks at me and says, ‘You didn’t really come here to watch baseball. And I didn’t invite you over to watch baseball.’ I just gaped.”

  This story was turning me on. I’d never seen Jake and Dev being intimate without me sandwiched between them. Now I was getting curious. “So what’d you do?”

  “I didn’t do anything. Jake waited about a millisecond for me to object, then he kissed me. No, he didn’t just kiss me he devoured me. About a month later I moved out of the three-room apartment I was sharing with the band I was in at the time, and moved in with Jake. And here we are.”

  Before I could respond, Dev’s cell phone began to ring. Moaning, he rolled away from me and grabbed it off the nightstand.

  He gave the digital display one look and began swearing. “It’s Jake.”

  I sat up.

  Dev answered. “What’s up? Yeah, I’m dropping Stella off now. No, we didn’t buy a dress for the wedding, but we got a lot of other stuff you’ll like even more. They’re fucking sexy. I guess not. Okay, see you in a few.”

  Dev disconnected, rolled to face me and kissed me long and slow. “That’s from Jake,” he said when he was through. “I gotta go.”

  I watched Dev dress in silence then walked him to the door.

  “I had a great time today, kitten.” Leaning forward, he gave me a peck on the lips. “Remember. This is our secret. Right?”

  I nodded. “Right.”

  Then he was gone.

  Chapter Ten

  3/14/05 4:28 p.m.

  I went to Enoch Pratt today to see how many books I could find about anal sex. Not many. In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d find a plethora of anal sex books, but the library is only a few blocks away from my house. I figured I might as well give it a go.

  After Pratt I rang up Ann, hoping to get her before she left my apartment for the day. I convinced her to give me a ride to the Barnes and Noble bookstore by the harbor.

  You know, for such a large bookstore, B&N didn’t have a very big section on sexuality. I managed to find a few books, though. But I refuse to write the titles down here where they’ll be present for all eternity for anyone who happens upon my journal. That would be too embarrassing. Let’s just say that the sum total of all I learned isn’t much more than what Ann and Meagan already told me. Push against the prick when it’s going in and relax. I’m fifty bucks poorer and that’s essentially all I learned. Oh well. You live and you learn.

  OH! Dev and I haven’t told Jake about our…encounter. It’ll be our little secret.

  ~*~

  3/15/05 10:07 p.m.

  “It was amazing.” I paused to beam at the girls. Though I was trying not to look smug, it was difficult. “The downside is that I feel like I’ve cheated on Jake with Dev, even though the three of us are in a relationship together. Having two boyfriends is really confusing.”

  I was poised on the edge of a fat pillow at our five hundred dollar a month table—The Tower—eating calamari and working on my second Sam Adam’s of the night. Ann, Katarina, and Meagan stared at me, matching looks of irritation on their faces.

  Mayhap I looked too pleased with myself. I sure as hell felt pleased with myself after my erotic day with Dev.

  Glowering at me over a plate of hot wings, Meagan was the first to speak. “If you’re looking for someone to feel sorry for you, hon, you’re in the wrong place with the wrong people. I refuse to feel sorry for anyone who gets as much sex as you do these days.”

  Stealing a hot wing from her dish, I picked succulent bits of meat from the bone and popped them into my mouth. “You’re missing the point,” I said between chews. “I don’t want sympathy. I want to know if it’s cheating to have sex with Dev behind Jake’s back.”

  Sitting diagonally across from me, Ann finally looked to be giving the question serious consideration. “I say no.”

  Beside me, Katarina rolled her eyes. “That’s a surprise.”

  “Just listen,” Ann continued. “I’ll explain. You have sex with Jake when Dev’s not around, right Stella?”

  I nodded. “Right.”

  “And you can bet your, soon to be de-virgined ass that Jake and Dev fuck like rabbits when you’re not around.

  I grunted.

  Truth was, I hated the idea of Jake and Dev doing anything when I wasn’t around
except longing for my presence. In my favorite fantasy, I thought of Jake and Dev as very sexy robots. Man-bots! When I went to their house, the force of my presence powered them and gave them life, but the moment I left them, they retreated into a sort of stasis, which they would remain in until I returned.

  Aren’t fantasies great!

  “So what’s the big deal if you and Dev screw around without Jake?” Ann was saying. “You’re a triad. You can’t cheat when you’re in a triad.”

  I fingered a bit of calamari, contemplating what Ann had said. She had a point. “I suppose you’re right.”

  I could see Katarina’s blonde tresses bouncing around her head as she shook it.

  Ann eyed her over the bottle of MGD she was holding. “You disagree?”

  “No, I think you’re right,” Katarina said, “but right or wrong has nothing to do with it. You don’t know Jake. The man’s on a serious power trip. If he’s finds out Stella and Dev had sex behind his back, he’ll be pissed. Jake isn’t the kind of guy who’s accustomed to…” She stared up at the ceiling, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. “defiance,” she decided. “That’s the best word. I bet it’s the word Jake would use. That, or maybe disobedience.”

  Katarina wasn’t helping. I’d felt comforted by Ann’s assertions, reassured by her justifications, but Katarina had gone and shot my guiltless outlook to shit. And she was scaring the crap out of me. Defiance? Disobedience? “You make Jake sound like dictator.”

  “You and Dev are the one’s trying to sneak around behind his back.”

  I grunted.

  So what if she was right? So we sort of snuck around like truant school children the other day. Big deal! And okay, maybe Jake was a bit of a dictator, but that was one of the things that drew me to him. I’d never met a person more together than Jake. He knew what he wanted from life and just how to get it. Dev and I were perfect examples of Jake seizing what he wanted with both hands.

  “All right,” Ann agreed. “I’ll have to throw my lot in with Katarina. Don’t tell Jake.”