by Leah Kent
“It hurts,” Mandy responded.
Rose smiled, feeling that wicked feeling inside her pulling out and through her body. It was a nice feeling, powerful and sensual. “It’s supposed to hurt. If it hurts too much, I want you to use your safe word.”
“Yes ma’am.” Mandy winced as Rose squeezed the handle again.
She brought her other hand back to Mandy’s sex and began to play lightly with her clitoris, flicking her finger over it. Mandy moaned, the moan mixing with her cries of pain. Rose continued to tease her clitoris and slowly widen the plug. She alternated between watching Mandy’s expressions and watching the gentle ring of her ass expand around the slowly widening base.
Mandy’s cries grew longer, as did her moans. Her hands struggled against her bonds, and Rose could tell she was close to her own limit. She gave the pump one more squeeze and was pleased to see Mandy take it. She placed her thumb over the air release and pressed her finger into Mandy’s clitoris more eagerly now. Mandy’s body began to tremble and Rose released the valve, letting the air out.
Mandy cried out again in her orgasm and shook enough to rattle the sawhorse. Rose smiled. She hoped the sudden release of the plug’s pressure would heighten her orgasm, and apparently, she was right. When Mandy stopped, she gently pulled the plug from Mandy and Nichole took it to clean.
Rose gently released the cuffs and helped Mandy to stand. She felt pleased with the small session, and thought after the anal play and intensity of her orgasm, that Mandy might like to rest.
Nichole returned with the anal plug and placed it and the lubricant into the cabinet. Marcus walked up to Rose and Mandy and addressed the submissive.
“Do you mind if Nichole provides your aftercare? I need some time with Rose,” he said gently.
“Yes Sir, that’s fine.” Mandy’s voice was small and shaky.
Nichole joined them and took Mandy’s hands.
“Go with Nichole now,” Marcus said.
Nichole pulled at Mandy, but the submissive did not move. Rose felt that sense of dread again. She was hoping after this that Mandy would understand that her disobedience of Marcus was not acceptable, but she did not. She might not, Rose realized, understand what she was doing wrong. She hoped not. She hoped this display was not willful.
“Mandy,” Rose said. “Go with Nichole.”
“Yes ma’am.” Mandy followed Nichole out of the room.
When the door closed, Rose looked to Marcus. His eyes were dark, and she waited for his reprimand of her. He said nothing as he looked at her, studying her face carefully.
“I don’t know why she’s doing that. I had some difficulty, just little things, the first few days. When I talked to you and started applying more rules, it got better and my confidence increased. She’s not been like this at all,” Rose said.
“No, Mandy’s never been one to misbehave. Her attention can wander and she can be fidgety, but this is different.” Marcus looked thoughtful, and Rose was worried what those thoughts might be.
“I feel like I’m stealing her from you,” Rose said.
“Are you?” Marcus gave her a carefully measured look.
“No.” Rose took another deep breath. “I don’t like the idea of Mandy returning to you. I’ve gotten attached I’m afraid. But I wouldn’t do that to you. She’s yours, and she belongs with you.”
Marcus closed the gap between them. He brought his hands to Rose’s cheeks and kissed her softly. “I know you’re not. I wanted to make sure you knew it too. I think I know what is going on with Mandy, and I’m going to talk to her about it. Would you like to relax in the living room for a while?”
“Okay.”
Marcus kissed Rose again and they left the room. Marcus walked to another room down the hall, while Rose took the stairway down to the living room. She reclined back on the couch and considered the day carefully. Marcus had seen something that told him what Mandy was doing. Was it something that she should have seen? She continued to play the day through her head until Marcus brought Mandy downstairs.
Mandy held her head down slightly, and Rose was unsure about the look on the submissive’s face. She thought she might have been crying, and wondered exactly what Marcus might have said to her.
“Mandy and I talked,” Marcus said as he sat down on the couch. Mandy sat between them on the floor, her knees together, her hands on her thighs, and her buttocks resting on her heels. “I understand what happened, and I’m not surprised.”
Rose was glad he understood. She was still confused.
“Mandy misunderstood our relationship,” Marcus said. Rose felt a bit of nervousness at his words. Was she reading too much into the romance between them? “She thought that I was simply taking you on as a protégé and nothing more. I don’t see you that way, and I hope that I don’t seem,” Marcus sighed and Rose watched him search for the words.
“I don’t see you as just a mentor,” Rose said. “I’’m in love with you.”
Marcus smiled and touched her hand softly. “Good. I’m very guarded with my feelings, and it’s nice to know they’re reciprocated.”
Rose’s heart leapt, but she kept herself controlled.
“Mandy consented to staying with you, but she thought she was just being handed to a protégé and nothing more. It hurt her, and that was my fault for not making my intentions clear to her. I expected her to see the obsessions of a rich man as something more than just conquest. She did, however, grow attached to you rather quickly. I think the combination of thinking I was devaluing her and the enjoyment she had submitting to you created a preference.”
Rose looked down at Mandy. She had a hard time picturing Marcus devaluing anyone in his service, but she supposed that she also had a different perspective of him than either Mandy or Nichole. She was also touched to know that Mandy had grown attached to her. She was not sure, however, that it would help what would soon have to come.
She would have to go back into Marcus’ service.
“You’re more than someone I’m teaching,” Marcus said. ““You’re also my lover. I don’t mind sharing Mandy with you, and if you’d like, I’’ll be happy to let her return to Kansas when you go back.”
Rose heard the intake of breath from Mandy and smiled. “I would like that a lot. I’m not sure I understand how I feel about her. It’s more than just a friendship, but it’’s different than how I feel about you.”
Marcus nodded his head, and she saw very deep understanding there. “I think I know. I had a conversation about this with Nichole before you agreed to visit me the first time. I love Nichole very much. She is my first submissive, and she is my primary submissive. The feelings I have for you are different, and they caught me by surprise when I realized them. I thought it was just obsession, until it would not go away.”
Rose kissed Marcus, letting it linger between them. She wanted him very much right now. More than that, she wanted to share their submissive. When she broke the kiss, she looked down at Mandy. “I expect you to obey Marcus when he gives you a command. He is still your Dominant as well.”
“I will, ma’am.” Mandy leaned forward in a quick bow.
Marcus sat back and unzipped his pants. He brought out his cock, and Rose smiled to see it. She wanted very much to enjoy that again. “Pleasure me, Mandy.”
Mandy did not hesitate. She rose up and brought her lips to Marcus’ cock, wrapping them around it and taking him into her mouth. She lifted her head up and licked down the shaft of his cock with her tongue, then back up again, flicking the head before sucking him again.
“You should remove your pants.” Marcus gave Rose a smile that she returned as she pulled down her pants and panties. She decided to pull off her shirt and bra as well. She felt no need to be dressed for this, even if Marcus did want to stay clothed.
Rose watched Mandy continue to pleasure him until he let out a groan. She sucked more eagerly as his orgasm overtook him. When he finished, Mandy pulled back, and Marcus took hold of Rose. She could feel
the eagerness in his grasp and followed him.
He brought her over his body, her back to him. He was still hard, even after his orgasm. Rose was aroused and wet from watching Mandy pleasure him. When she felt him at her sex, she brought her hips down, and he slipped inside her easily. Rose looked down at Mandy, who understood her role well now. She brought her lips to Rose’s sex and kissed her gently, sucking at the skin that pulled tight as Marcus thrust in her. Mandy flicked her tongue over Rose’s clitoris and Rose let her hair fall back.
Marcus took hold of Rose’s breasts and she gave over to the feeling of his cock insider her body and their submissive beneath her. She liked the sound of that, their submissive. She had not thought of Mandy’s service as sharing. She had only seen it as her own training. This, she thought, was so much better. Rose’s body trembled with her passion as her orgasm moved through her body. It was a slow progression and she savored the feeling of it. Marcus pulsed inside of her, and she let out a deep moan to feel his cum fill her.
When their orgasms passed, Rose moved off his body. She lay on the couch with her head in Marcus’ lap. He tucked his softening cock back into his pants and stroked her hair softly. Mandy moved so that her face was between Rose’s thighs and continued to lick her. Mandy’’s tongue pressed inside Rose’s sex, and she sucked, eager to pull out her and Marcus’ shared pleasure.
“Sharing is nice,” Marcus said. One hand moved down to Rose’s breast and he caressed her softly. “I never thought I would enjoy it before.”
“Sometimes you need the right people to share with,” Rose said. She smiled up at him as she felt her pleasure begin to build again under Mandy’s gentle ministrations. She liked this part of sex with him. It was nice with Nichole, but something about it was deeper with Mandy. She could feel it in Mandy’s eagerness and in her own feelings about both Marcus and the submissive.
This will be nice, Rose thought to herself as another orgasm washed through her body, leaving her tingling and caught between warm and cool.
Chapter Eight
Rose enjoyed the remainder of her week in Chicago with Mandy and Marcus. Marcus helped her to fine-tune her discipline with Mandy and devise additional punishments if necessary. They worked through techniques together with different impact tools that Mandy enjoyed, and Rose practiced with clamps and the anal pump again. It could, she learned, get very wide, and Marcus showed her how to manage the size of it, with Nichole’s help, to ensure that it was not more than her submissive could handle.
As Marcus demonstrated and Rose practiced, Mandy watched them. Rose could see that some of the fear about anal play was gone. The orgasm, she thought, had helped. Rose learned that Mandy’s first experiences with anal, a boy in her hometown, not Marcus, were unpleasant. She submitted to it primarily because it made Marcus happy and she enjoyed pleasing him. She admitted to her session with Rose being a different kind of experience, and that elated Rose. She wanted Mandy to experience some pain and discomfort; that was the point in using the pump. She also wanted her to enjoy that experience. If she could train that into Mandy, Rose thought she would accomplish something very good.
At the end of the week, they returned to Kansas. Rose was sad to leave Marcus, but she also missed her farm. She was not sure how she was going to balance her growing feeling for him and her life there. She was not sure if she could have both, and she knew either decision would be painful. She wanted to say she knew with finality how that decision would go, but she could not say. Marcus had her heart, but the farm was her blood and her soul.
I can’t think about it today.
Marcus had plans to visit in two weeks. He would be meeting with a client in Wichita, and wanted to take at least a few days to spend with Rose and Mandy. That calmed some of her own fears. His willingness to enter her world meant that there might be some way to combine the two in a way that would not leave Rose feeling as if she had to abandon herself or her heart.
It was a hope, and that she would gladly hold onto.
Rose left with two extra bags for the return trip. She hoped that Lyle would not be curious about them. One was simply more of Mandy’s belongings, since she would not merely be staying in Kansas for two weeks. She would be a permanent part of Rose’s life. The other was full of different bondage, impact, and S&M tools, including a brand new anal pump and a few other treats for Rose to use on Mandy.
She was looking forward to them. Marcus cleared her for S&M play with Mandy, provided she did not try anything new yet. If she wanted to learn a new technique, he wanted to be there to help her learn it and to enjoy the first nights of them trying it. Rose was happy with that arrangement. She thought about taking the restraint system Marcus bought her for the bed, shacking Mandy down, and teasing her with the flogger, paddle, and riding crop that Marcus had given to her. Marcus warned her that like Nichole, Mandy had a high pain tolerance for impact play, and Rose thought about listening to Mandy beg for more as she lightly struck her body.
The thoughts made the flight back to Kansas pleasant, though they left her with a keen eagerness between her legs.
Mandy was going to have a very busy night.
Rose In Bloom
Isabella Dane
Island Cove Publishing © 2016
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Chapter One
Rose looked down at Mandy who lay, arms and feet spread apart and held by black cuffs and restrains, on the bed. Mandy looked up at her, naked and expectant. Her platinum blonde hair was down now and spread on the bed above her head. Rose liked how she looked, restrained and free at the same time. She wanted to savor this sight, simple and delicious.
She loved finding different ways to bind and restrain Mandy. They used the bed frequently because it was easy. Rose had purchased, with Marcus’ guidance, a restraint system that worked well with her door, and restraints that she could use to bind Mandy to chair and other furniture. Each place opened up new modes of exploration for Rose, both exploring Mandy’s body in a sensual way and exploring pain and impact together.
Tonight was a simple night. Rose wanted to enjoy her on the bed and see how much she could have Mandy begging for. Rose picked up the small wooden paddle that she preferred for these types of scenes and brought it to Mandy’s thigh, tapping lightly. Mandy moaned and sighed as Rose tapped one thigh and then the other with soft, gentle strikes.
“Do you want something?” Rose asked. She could feel her own desire to snap the paddle hard and listen to Mandy’s cries. The sound of wood on flesh, the way that Mandy’s voice would rise and strain, were all musical to her. Rose never imagined that she would enjoy inflicting pain on another person in this way.
Then again, she never, before meeting Marcus, had anyone who enjoyed receiving pain this way. Marcus had opened up a ne
w world to Rose, one full of darkness and beautiful sensuality. In this world, she was free to explore the darkest aspects of herself. She could revel in that darkness, knowing the person she was inflicting it upon not only welcomed it, but also derived pleasure from it.
“I want more please,” Mandy said, ever polite.
“As you like.” Rose gave Mandy a wicked smile as she continued to tap the submissive’s thigh’s lightly. She brought the paddle up to Mandy’s shaved sex and tapped lightly there as well, drawing a deeper moan from her lips.
Mandy gave a new kind of moan now, full of longing and impatience. Rose knew that when Mandy asked for more, she meant harder. She wanted her submissive to ask for what she wanted, though. Mandy was a fully trained submissive, used to simply having her Dominant do the things that they had negotiated both enjoyed and keeping to the limits that Mandy set.
Rose had no intention of breaking through Mandy’s limits. She respected her too much. She liked having Mandy ask for the things she wanted, though. Mandy’s voice took on a different kind of quality in those moments, meek and humiliated. It aroused Rose, drawing out the same feelings that Mandy’s cries of pain did.
“Please harder, Ma’am,” Mandy said, her voice full of that meekness and humility. Rose suppressed a shiver, letting it settle deep into her abdomen instead.
Rose struck harder with the paddle, but only a little. She continued moving up and down Mandy’s thighs and teasing Mandy’s sex. She only increased the intensity of her strikes when Mandy opened up to beg for more. The sound of wood against flesh slowly grew stronger and as the strikes became more forceful, and Rose delighted in the sound. With it came the music of Mandy’s cries, slowly becoming screams of pain and pleasure as Rose moved the paddle up to Mandy’s sex, striking the tender skin solidly.
Mandy’s body trembled with the force of her orgasm, brought on by Rose’s strikes. Rose continued to strike through each shudder of her submissive’s body, only stopping once her breathing continued from her climax. Rose set the paddle aside and looked down at Mandy.