by Harper West
Killian was going to get what he wanted, alright.
"Please," I gasped out, unable to hold back anymore. "Please, I fucking need it."
"Need what?" he asked, fingers going completely still.
I almost wailed my despair. "I need more! I need it harder, please. I want to come."
"Mm, there we go," he hummed. "Good girl. You want me to get you off?"
I nodded eagerly, wishing I could turn my head and see his face, but also still glad he couldn't see mine. "Please," I panted. "Fuck, Killian."
"As you wish," he said, and then shoved his fingers in deeper, harder.
I felt it all through my body when he started fingering me in earnest. He added a third finger to the mix, filling me up, and he drove them in hard, squishing in and out of my body.
I could feel it each time he hit that spot that made my body go rigid and stars dance before my eyes.
Each time, the pleasure in me climbed higher and higher, and before I knew it, I was right there, ready to tip over the edge and fall headfirst into my orgasm.
When it hit me, it was like a ton of bricks, seizing my body and making me stop breathing as the sensations coursed through me hard and fast.
I was swept up in the pleasure and carried along, moaning and shaking as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed down over me.
I was pretty sure I blacked out for a bit, just lost in it, floating, pleased and satisfied as I tried to come down.
When I finally came to my senses, it was later, and I was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft, fluffy blanket.
I lifted my head and blinked blearily, spotting a glass of water on the coffee table that made me realize how thirsty I was.
I drank it down in grateful gulps and finished the whole glass, realizing a little belatedly that my whole ass was still on fire and sitting up hadn't really been the best idea.
I felt wrung out and tired, but satisfied in a weird way that I didn't want to poke at too hard.
Killian was in the kitchen. I could hear him running water and filling the dishwasher in his weird, precise way, and I wanted to get up and go give him a piece of my mind, but instead I laid back down, staying right where I was because that was easier.
He came in a few minutes later, giving me a little smirk. "You're alive, I see," he teased, but it was light.
"Yeah. No thanks to you." My grumbling was half-hearted, and we both knew it.
"Listen," he said. "About Eve."
I groaned because I didn't want to ruin the little glow I had going on by talking about Eve. That was just going to put me right back in the mood I'd been in when I came over that night.
Infuriatingly, Killian just laughed again. I glared at him, making myself sit up so we weren't at such different levels.
"Why do you want to talk about her now?" I asked, huffing with irritation.
"Because I want to run something by you, and I figured I should do it now while you have all the endorphins from before still making you less angry."
It was a fair point, but I made a face at him all the same.
"Go on, then," I grumbled. "What is it?"
"Do you want to be present when I play with her?"
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off because that was the last thing I wanted. Why would I want to see her all in the throes of passion or whatever while Killian made her cream herself just by breathing? Why would I want to be a part of that?
He could clearly see the confused annoyance on my face because he held up a hand, cutting me off before I could lay into him. "Just hear me out. This isn't for my benefit, although having two women at my disposal is a fantasy of mine. I just wondered if you'd like to have some say in what happened. You are my main partner after all, whatever clauses we've written for ourselves into the contract aside, you have the final say."
I didn't think that was explicit in the contract, that I had the final say, but it did simmer me down and make me think about it. I could appreciate what Killian was trying to do, making concessions for my comfort, and I inhaled deeply, thinking it through.
Did I want to be there when they were playing? No, of course not. I didn't want to see it. I wanted to pretend it wasn't happening so I could get on with my life and continue to live with the thought that I didn't care one way or another what Killian did.
I didn't have that luxury, unfortunately. I did care, one way or another, and it ate at me. Seeing it would suck, but not as badly as it would suck to have no idea what was going on and to be sitting at home alone, worrying about it.
So Killian's idea had merit, and I wanted to hit him for being so on the nose about it.
"Fine," I said finally. "I'll be there. But I don't want to do anything at the club. I'm not comfortable with that many people watching."
He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to have her here?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
"It's just a bit personal," he said.
"You have me here all the time."
"And it can be argued that what we're doing is pretty personal, don't you think?" he said. "Considering we're married and all."
I rolled my eyes and made a face. "Don't say it like that. I'd just feel more comfortable here. That's all."
I watched his face, and I could tell he didn't seem to care one way or another. "Fine," he agreed. "We'll have her here, if that's what you want."
"Let's not pretend this is about what I want, okay?" I said. "I know you're going to be the one having the best time on Wednesday."
Killian grinned, and didn't even have the decency to pretend like I wasn't completely right. "What can I say?" he said. "Sometimes it's very good to be me."
Chapter 13
Killian
When I'd thrown the idea out there, I really hadn't thought Ash was going to go for it. She wasn't into the thought of people seeing her suffer the way I liked to make her suffer, and I didn't think she really wanted to see Eve playing with me, either. But somehow she'd agreed, and so on Wednesday, instead of going to the club, Eve was coming to my place.
Ash was nervous, I could tell that much. She kept writing her hands together and biting down on her lip, fidgeting where she sat on the couch.
But she looked damned good with the collar around her neck and her hair down, spilling over her shoulders.
In just a little while I would have two beautiful women at my disposal, and I couldn't really believe my luck.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked her again, just because I needed to know. If this was going to make her upset and cause things to be even harder between us, then I wanted to know now so I could send her home and avoid the conflict.
Whatever I was going to do with Eve was temporary. I still had to be married to Ash for another few months.
She nodded jerkily and huffed a sigh. "How many more times are you going to ask me that?"
"As many as it takes," I said. "I don't want to force you into anything."
She gave me an incredulous look that was only partly deserved, if you asked me. "It's fine, Killian," she said. "I'd rather this than..." Ash trailed off and her cheeks went pink, so I was pretty sure I knew what she was going to say.
"I didn't know it bothered you so much," I said.
"It doesn't."
"Fine."
I wasn't going to argue with her. I was in too good a mood for that. If she wanted to pretend she didn't care, then who was I to burst her bubble, right? All I knew was I was going to get to live out a fantasy, and I wasn't going to let her bad mood ruin it.
"She knows, right?" Ash asked all of a sudden. "Eve, I mean. She knows? She's not going to come in here and be all disappointed because she's not getting just you or anything?"
I nodded, because of course I'd talked it over with Eve first. I was a sadist, but I wasn't about springing things on people when they didn't even know me well. Well... Ash aside, but that was different.
"She knows. She was surprised that you agreed to it. You do know this is goin
g to clue her in to the nature of our relationship, right?"
"I know. Just don't go calling me your wife, and it should be fine. If she knows what's good for her, she won't tell anyone."
I laughed at the subtle threat in her tone. "Ash, people in this lifestyle know how to keep their mouths closed, you don't need to worry."
"Good," she said, folding her arms tightly.
I shook my head and walked over to her, leaning down so I could cup her face with one hand and capture her mouth in a deep kiss.
She went slack under me, melting a bit into it, and I smiled when she kissed me back. We didn't do that often - it wasn't part of the contract - but I could tell in the moment she needed a little physical reassurance.
"It's going to be fine," I promised her. "If you give it a chance, you might even have fun."
Ash looked like she didn't believe me, so I kissed her once more and then pulled back just in time for the buzzer to announce Eve's presence in the building.
Ash licked her lips, and I watched her take a deep breath and force herself to relax. I was proud of her, in a way. She could have turned the whole thing down and just dealt with her feelings on her own, but she was choosing this instead. I wondered if there was a part of her that was curious to see how it would go.
Either way, she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do. There were safe words in place and anytime she wanted to step away, she could.
I'd made that clear to her when we'd been setting it up, and she'd seemed grateful for it.
When Eve knocked on the door, I watched her steel herself, and then she got up from the couch before I could move and went to open it.
"Hi," she said to Eve. "Come on in."
I smirked behind her. So territorial for someone who apparently didn't even like me all that much.
"Thank you," Eve said, sounding a little breathless. "I'm not early, am I?"
"You're right on time," I said, stepping in. "Let me get your coat."
She shrugged it off and I looked her up and down. She'd gone modest, dressed in leggings and a sweater, but her collar was around her neck, snug with a silver ring dropping down, and I smiled approvingly.
I was already tingling with anticipation. Two collared women under my control for the night. Both of them were new in their own ways, one eager to learn, and one who got off on being forced into things, I was pretty sure.
I had ideas, of course, a whole thing planned, but I would see where the night took us.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked Eve, watching her as she took in the sight of my penthouse with wide eyes.
She shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine. Wow, this place is..."
"Ostentatious?" Ash muttered under her breath, and I swatted her ass when I walked by to hand Eve's coat up.
Eve watched the interaction and smiled nervously. "I'm kind of glad you're here, Ash," she said. "It'll be nice to have a hand to hold."
Ash looked startled for a second and then smiled self-consciously. "It can be overwhelming, yeah."
I was struck suddenly by how good at all this Ashlyn could be if she let herself. If she was someone who valued it instead of treating it like it was a gross joke. She had the calm, level headed nature that was necessary to be present in the moment, and she would be excellent at guiding newcomers, making them feel comfortable and safe in the space by giving it to them straight about what they had to look forward to. Or worry about, as the case might be.
Without me prompting, Ash took Eve to the playroom and started pointing things out to her. It was almost like she was trying to give her as much information as possible before we started. Almost like she was trying to protect her from me, in a way.
That was cute.
I smiled and shook my head before following the two of them inside.
"Do you want to run the show, Ash?" I asked, folding my arms and looking her over.
She blushed, obviously embarrassed to have been caught being knowledgeable about the things she claimed to hate so much.
"No," she said. "I was just... trying to help."
"You're being very helpful!" Eve hurried to say. She looked at me with those big eyes. "Really she is."
I smiled, relenting. "I know. She's very helpful. She's here to be my assistant of sorts. She's going to be the one holding you down and touching you to make sure you stay with me while I take you apart."
Eve shivered, and it was nice to see that have the reaction it was meant to have, instead of being met with disdain and an eye roll.
When I glanced at Ash, she even looked like it had affected her, and I was interested to see how watching Eve get toyed with was going to affect Ash.
"Let's get started," I said.
The spanking bench was my favorite tool, but for the moment, it wasn't what I wanted. I moved it out of the way and crossed to the wall where a folding table was folded up.
With Ash's help, I got it set up and locked into place, and I had both of them sit on it to test it for strength.
They looked lovely like that, the pair of them in their collars with their clashing expressions. Eve looked nervous but eager, while Ash just looked anxious about the whole thing.
"Alright, up," I said. "Just Ash. Eve, you stay put. We're going to start off nice and easy today. Just some sensation play, a little pain, perhaps. Nothing too over the top. Do you know the safe words?"
She nodded and licked her lips. "Yes."
"Very good. Take your top off."
Eve darted a glance at Ash and then hurried to obey, pulling her shirt over her head. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, which was very bold of her, and I gave her a warm look of approval.
She had a small, tight body. Smaller breasts than Ash, but her nipples were already going hard in the air.
She blushed under my stare, and I shook myself. This wasn't sexual. As attractive as she was, I hadn't called her here to fuck her. For one, we hadn't discussed that, and for another, it felt almost like a betrayal to do that in front of Ash.
Hm. I'd have to figure out what that was about later. For the moment, I had two women to attend to, and I needed to be firmly in control.
"Lay on your stomach," I told Eve. "Arms and legs to the corners of the table."
She was short enough that she managed it easily, stretching out until she was spread eagle on her front on the table.
I crossed to the drawers and pulled out some rope. It was some of the older stuff I already had broken in, worn soft from use.
With Ash's eyes on me, I started to bind Eve to the table, working from her ankles around to her wrists. I was careful and methodical about it, trying not to pull too tight or hurt her, checking to make sure there was enough room between the ropes and her skin that it wouldn't cut her circulation off.
"How's that?" I asked her.
She tugged at the ropes, and when she realized she wasn't going anywhere, her mouth dropped open into an O shape.
"Oh god," she groaned. "Oh, it feels good."
I grinned because I did like to hear that. "Good. If it gets too tight or it doesn't feel right, let me know, alright?"
"Yes," she breathed.
The obedience was beautiful, and I gave Ash a smug look over Eve's back that she returned with her middle finger.
Even that wasn't enough to shake my good mood, and I went back to the drawer to pull out more instruments that I planned to use that night.
A candle, for some light wax play, just to see if Eve was into it. A paddle for a nice spanking, and to tease Ash, who was no doubt just shaking the last of her soreness from the spanking I'd given her a few days before.
A pinwheel, made of metal with spikes on the sides, which was wonderful for sensations, especially when the person receiving them was tied down and couldn't see it coming.
I glanced over to the table. Ash had stayed near it, talking softly to Eve, who seemed to be a little overwhelmed.
I wasn't going to point out how good she was at it because then she'd stop, but it
was something to file away for later.
"Ash," I said, calling her over to me. "Light these, would you?" I handed her the candles, and she looked at me, wide eyed.
"What are these for?"
"You'll see." I smirked and made a little shooing motion, and she huffed, but took the candles and found the lighter I kept in the other room to light them with.
They were a special wax that didn't get hot enough to burn, and they were in glass jars with spouts on them, perfect for dripping the wax onto the back of a willing partner.
Once she brought them back, I motioned for her to hold her arm out, palm up, and she did.
"I'm going to show you how safe this is," I said, voice already dipping down lower with my excitement.
I grabbed the candle and tipped it so just that bit of wax that had already melted could spill out onto her skin, and when she sucked in a breath at the sensation, I smiled.
"See?"
She nodded, licking her lips. "Yeah."
I handed the candles to her to hold and then we went back over to the patiently waiting Eve.
"I'm going to touch you," I told her. "Is that alright?"
"Yes," she moaned softly. "Please."
I let my hand glide over her back from shoulders down, first with my palm and then with my nails, watching as she shivered and those goosebumps popped up along her skin.
It was a lovely reaction, a sign of good things to come, and I smirked and did it again, letting my nails press a little harder that time.
She made a soft noise, pulling at the ropes, and I nodded before reaching for the pinwheel.
I didn't announce the change, either. So much of the game was keeping the sub off balance and taking stock of how they reacted to things.
Ash got jumpy, but Eve seemed to take it in stride, back flexing a bit when the cold metal touched her skin.
She let out a shuddering breath, but didn't seem to be in any pain, so I kept going, rolling the metal wheel over her shoulders and then down her back, following the curves and dips of her body.
She was sensitive, that much was obvious, and I wondered how much I could do to her before she finally begged for more. I wondered if I could make her fall apart without even touching her in a sexual way.