by Amy DeMeritt
I grab a large shiny steel knife, and as I approach the waist of her shorts, she releases a whimpering sound and tilts her head back, as if she’s too scared to watch. As I slip the blade under the waist, I palm over her breasts and firmly massage the small round globes and pinch her nipples. She releases a fast-hard breath and then a gasp as I slice up through the crotch of her cotton shorts. The elastic waist snaps to the sides, and the fabric cuts with a loud tearing sound. I glide the back of the blade over her groin, pressing against her clit, and she releases a whimpering moan as her body tenses.
I slice through her panties from the waist to the groin, and her breathing becomes erratic and panicked. I squeeze her breast and nipple again, encouraging pleasure into her lungs, and she awards me with a sweet moan.
In a swift movement that startles her and causes her to release a sharp yelp, I grab her tank top and cut all the way through to her neckline. With two more cuts, I pull the tank top off, leaving her completely topless. I glide the sharp tip of my blade down her thigh, and she becomes rigid. I cut through the thigh cuffs of the shorts and panties and rip them out from under her.
After returning the knife to my cabinet, I grab her toybox and pull out a leather tassel whip. I step up next to her and grab her behind the neck, helping to support her head so she can watch what I’m going to do to her. She smiles, but then releases a gasp of shock as I deliver a strike to her beautiful flawless stomach. She looks down at the light pink streaks, and slightly bites her bottom lip. I flip the handle with a twirl above her, catch the handle, and firmly strike her right between the thighs with the leather tassels. Her eyes close and she releases a sharp moan and bucks her hips. I strike her breasts, and she jerks hard with another beautiful sound of shocked pleasure.
I pause as I just watch her face, and as her body squirms in need, I smile and firmly strike her between the thighs, eliciting another beautiful gasping moan. I follow it up with two more strikes to her center, then strike the inside of her thighs, stomach, and her breasts in rapid succession.
I return the whip to her box and grab three nipple and clit suction cylinders from the inventory cabinet. I place the tube over her nipple, and she releases a small sigh as I pull the knob at the top to suction her nipple into the tube. After a few moments, her nipple begins to redden, and she releases a low burring moan.
“Oh, shit.”
I smile and add one to her other nipple and one to her clit. Her breathing becomes erratic, and her hips buck upwards, as if waiting to be fucked.
I open a new shaft for the anus, which is several inches long and looks like a stack of marbles, slowly increasing in size to the end of the shaft. I use a bottle of lube to coat it well, and Carrie screams loudly as I start gliding it inside of her. Her body accepts the entire length, and she starts to moan and tremble in her pleasure.
After I strip completely, I grab the tassel whip, and stand above her head, which is bent back, nearly upside down, and she’s panting and whimpering. As I straddle her head, she quickly lifts her head and greedily starts licking and sucking on my center. I deliver a strike between her breasts with the whip, and her body jerks as she releases a muffled sound against my clit. After I strike the inside of her thighs a few times, I toss the whip aside, and lean over her body to grip her center. I tug the cylinder off of her clit, causing her to release a loud gasp, and I start working my hand over her folds and deep inside of her.
Her body writhes and trembles, causing her chains to clink and rattle loudly, but her screams and moans over power them, filling the air with a beautiful chorus of her pleasure.
“Jack! I’m going to…Oh! Fuck! Yes!”
She cums with a loud scream, causing my orgasm to burst. I trail kisses from her center, to her mouth. While still panting, she gives me a slow labored kiss.
“That was so amazing. Oh, god, I’m going to make you a really good lunch. Oh, fuck, it still feels so good.”
I bend down to kiss her between her breasts and pop the cylinders off of her nipples. I kiss both reddened nipples, and she releases a sighing moan. I walk around the table to stand at her hips, and while I suck her clit firmly, I slowly pull the anal bead shaft out of her.
After she cums again, I unlatch her cuffs and she sighs in relief from being able to move her arms and legs again. She sits up and wraps her arms and legs around me while laying her head on my chest.
“My whole body feels like it’s buzzing.”
I kiss the top of her head and trace my fingers up and down her spine. She hums against my chest and tightens her embrace.
While pressing her lips against my breast, she asks, “What can I do for you now?”
“You mentioned something about lunch – what are you going to make for me?”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to grill me a steak and vegetables – completely nude.”
She giggles and lifts her head to look at me with her bottom lip between her teeth. “Outside?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to be naked?”
I smile and shake my head. She blushes, but slowly nods. “Ok.”
“Good girl.”
“I love when you say that.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
We’ve had thunderstorms for three days straight, so when I woke up this morning and saw the sun was out, I just had to get out here to enjoy it. I’ve been out here in my backyard between lounging in a chair and swimming for about five hours. I’m currently laying on my stomach on a cushioned lounger, just enjoying the sun’s hot kiss on my naked back.
“Jack, are you still alive?”
I lift up on my forearms to face Carrie, who is standing a few feet away in her work clothes. She smiles and comes over to sit on the lounger. I lean on my side, and she slides in under me. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a slow passionate kiss.
“How was work?”
“Good. How was your day of wasting away in the sun?”
“Fantastic.”
“Have you eaten at all today or have you just been roasting yourself?” I laugh a little and kiss her lips. “I ate, but I’m getting hungry.”
“Do you…?”
My phone vibrates loudly on the paving stones under us, so Carrie looks over the side of the lounger and picks it up for me. I prop myself up some, and with the phone resting on her stomach, I unlock it and open the new text.
Georgia: Hey, sexy. Can we hook up tonight when I get off of work?
“Georgia wants to come over later.”
Carrie’s chest expands as she takes a deep breath. She drops her arms from around me and places them on the arm rests.
“Are you upset?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jack.”
“Well, I’m asking, so it does matter. What are you thinking?”
“Do you care about her like you care about Lindsay?”
“Why didn’t you compare her to yourself?”
“Because, this isn’t about me.”
“Well, no, I don’t care about Georgia the same way I care about Lindsay. The thing with Georgia is strictly sex.”
“Do you enjoy sex with Georgia or Lindsay better?”
“Lindsay.”
“Then why do you even bother with Georgia or any other woman like her?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because, I love you and I hate to see people using you and taking advantage of you. I know you get something out of it too, but you know damn well they are getting way more out of it than you are. If you can get better from someone who actually cares about you, then why bother with the person who doesn’t?”
I take a deep breath as I lay down on her chest and think about what she just said. She runs her hands over my bareback and my head, just sitting in silence while I think.
I like this. I really do. I like being able to just lay here like this, being comforted by a woman who cares about me. I like being able to hang out on the couch eating, drinking, and watchi
ng movies or just talking. I like just being with a woman getting to know her and sharing life without sex being the only thing we get from each other. I guess that’s why I fuck my friends. I do enjoy pleasuring women in general, and I’ve never really felt used from it before, even if it’s one sided. I get a great deal of satisfaction from knowing I caused a woman more pleasure than she’s ever experienced before.
But the points Carrie made are interesting. I do enjoy sex with a select handful of women a great deal more than the others, and I enjoy their company more. There’s also a very different feeling I get from fucking I woman I care about and I know cares about me, which I don’t experience with a woman like Georgia. I’ve never limited myself to just friends before. I like variety and I enjoy the emotionless sex, but is it necessary?
I lift my head off of Carrie’s chest and search her beautiful face. She gives me a small smile and brushes her thumb over my cheekbone.
“I want to do an experiment.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I’m going to go at least one month of only encounters with woman I care about, like I do with you and Lindsay.”
“Are you doing this for me or for yourself?”
“Myself.”
“Good. So, how many does that leave available to you?”
“Well, three are in relationships, so our arrangements have been on hold for a bit. Jasmine is still in Japan for another month. So, I guess that leaves you and Lindsay. And possibly Tanisha.”
I groan and bury my face in her chest. This is going to be so hard. She runs her hands over my head and kisses the top of it before lifting my face to meet her eyes.
“Are you strong enough not to flirt when you meet a new beautiful woman?”
“Whoa, I never said anything about giving up flirting.”
She laughs and pinches my nose. “Are you strong enough to flirt and not let it lead to sex?”
“I swear, you’re trying to kill me.”
I bury my face between her breasts again, and Carrie laughs as she smacks my back.
“Hey, this is your experiment, not mine. I’m just trying to help you see your points of weakness so you can succeed. So, what exactly are you trying to gain from this experiment?”
“I guess I want to see if I absolutely need and want the type of arrangement I have with Georgia and the one-night-stands. I want to see if I crave them, or if they have just become a habit or something.”
“Ok. So, what are you doing about tonight?”
“Maybe I should just give her one more night. I mean, it’s been like two weeks since I’ve hooked up with her.”
“Do you want to be with her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Jack, this is what I’m talking about. You don’t even know if you want to have sex with her, but you’re willing to do it because you know she wants it. That’s not right and it’s not who you are. Your whole ideology about sex is doing whatever you want without restrictions. You’re adding restrictions by just going through the motions to fulfil someone else’s wants.”
“That’s interesting.”
I roll off of her to the side, and she scoots over some so I can sit next to her. I run my fingers through my hair and look up at the clear blue sky for a couple of minutes, just trying to decide what to do about Georgia.
If I put it into perspective like Carrie did, choosing between Lindsay and Georgia, I’d pick Lindsay. I mean, Georgia is sexy and I enjoy fucking her, but I’m not sure if I actually desire her. I really look forward to seeing Lindsay and spending time with her. With Georgia, it’s pretty much just business – make out and fuck and then she’s out the door. She usually just squeezes me in just before or after work. She doesn’t sacrifice her time to be with me like Carrie and Lindsay do. With them, I’m not just a pit stop. I’m more than that – they’re more than that, and I like that. I’m just not sure if I like being the pit stop anymore.
Me: Hey, I’m trying to figure out some life stuff, so I’m taking a sort of time-out from sex for a month.
Georgia: This sounds serious. Are you ok? I mean, are you sick? Are you depressed about something? Jack, if you ever need to talk, please just call. I like you and I don’t want to see something happen to you.
“Ah, hell. Now, what am I supposed to do?”
I show Carrie the message, and she smiles as she wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“This is about what you feel, Jack. You can have friends you don’t fuck.”
Me: No, I’m not sick or depressed. I’m just trying to figure out what I want. That has gotten kind of murky. But thanks for being concerned. We can still talk and hang out. I just can’t have sex with you for a while, or maybe ever again.
Georgia: That’s fine, Jack. I understand. Even if we never fuck again, it would be nice to still try to be friends. I know we never really talked much, but if you need a friend, I’m here. I have to get to work, but I’ll text you later.
Me: Thanks. Have a good night at work.
Georgia: Thanks. I’ll try.
“Well, that’s going to be exhausting going through another like fifteen times.”
“I’m proud of you.” I laugh hard and Carrie smacks my stomach. “I’m serious. It would be easy to just continue as you are. It’s brave and super strong of you to challenge your own status quo and try to evolve.”
“If you say so. Come on, let me get some clothes on and we’ll order something for dinner so I can contact all of these women and get this over with.”
“Do you want takeout or would you like me to cook for you?”
“Your cooking does taste better. You don’t mind cooking after working all day?”
“Nope. Come on.”
I follow Carrie inside, and while she goes to the kitchen, I go to my bedroom and put on some shorts and a tee shirt. Then I go into my den to look in the toybox cabinet so I can make sure I don’t forget anyone. After I’ve sent a text to each of the fifteen women I have to cut off, I text Lindsay and tell her what I’m doing. My phone is blowing up with responses, but I remain in Lindsay’s thread since her response comes in pretty quickly.
Lindsay: For half a second, I actually got excited, thinking you would want to have a real relationship with me, but I know if you ever decide you want one of those, it won’t be with me. I feel like this is a precursor to things ending between us.
Me: No, don’t think like that. I’ve been through similar experiments, or “sex cleanses”, where I just took a few months off completely. But I think this is just who I am. I think maybe some small details might have changed though, which is what I’m trying to figure out.
Lindsay: What details?
Me: Well, like maybe I don’t need the one-night-stands or sex only type of arrangements. I really like what I share with you.
Lindsay: I really like what we share together too. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, but I want you to know that I love you. I’m not saying that to pressure you into giving me more or anything. I’m ok with how things are.
Me: I love you too. I really do. Thank you for telling me. If things do end between us, will we still be friends?
Lindsay: Yes, I still want to be your friend.
Me: Ok, good. I don’t want to lose you.
Lindsay: You’ll never lose me, Jack. Can I see you tomorrow?
Me: Yeah, I’d like that.
I sit down on the couch smiling while staring at her message saying she loves me. I really like the idea that the only two women I’ll be having sex with are in love with me. It feels good to know they care so much about me. I’ve always pushed this away – women who fall for me, but I’m actually happy I didn’t this time. I never believed that love is necessary to have good and incredible sex, so I avoided it with my sexual partners so it wouldn’t complicate things. I just didn’t want to deal with jealousy drama and I especially didn’t want to be the cause of someone’s pain. I’m about pleasure and satisfaction. I just figured if I stayed with a woman who fell
in love with me, I’d eventually hurt her because she wouldn’t be able to handle me sleeping around.
“Jack!”
My front door slams closed and feet come running down the hall.
“Jack!”
I stand up to get to Janae, but she enters the living room and tackles me back down onto the couch, sobbing and kissing my neck and face.
“Jack, oh, god, you’re ok.”
“What’s going on, babe?”
She sits up to look at me, and I wipe tears out of her eyes. “My phone has been blowing up with people concerned about you. They said they think you’re depressed and suicidal or something. What the hell is going on? Honey, talk to me. Are you ok?”
“Babe, I’m fine. I don’t know why they would say that. I’m just doing a kind of sex cleanse and told everyone I’m taking a break from sex.”
“What do you mean?”
I reposition us to be more comfortable laying on the couch with her on top of me, then I explain everything to her. Her face furrows in agitation when I mention that Carrie’s comment got me thinking, but then her face relaxes into a loving smile. While I explain my thoughts and feelings, she strokes her fingers through my hair and over my forehead and cheeks.
“Is my dirty little freak growing out of her tramp phase?”
I laugh hard and kiss her lips. “I don’t know, but I do feel like something is changing. I’ve never stayed in an arrangement with a woman who is in love with me, but I haven’t cut off Lindsay or Carrie yet. I actually like that they love me.”
“Do I need to be worried?”
“No, babe, never. Both of them know if I’m ever able to get myself to commit to one woman, I’m going to be with you.”
“Good. Oh, my god, I was so scared. I think I broke at least twenty traffic laws trying to get here. I’ll probably get at least two tickets in the mail for running red lights.”
“I’ll pay them. I’m sorry people took this way out of context and worried you. Why didn’t you just call me?”
“I panicked. I hope you don’t have plans tonight because I’m staying with you. I don’t want to leave your side.”
