by Jamie Knight
It had become something of a tradition. Once a year, during the darkest days of winter, I would re-read Camus’s masterwork of relative absurdism. Just to remind myself of how bad things could get. A more empathetic form of Schadenfreude. Taking comparative comfort, rather than immediate joy, from the misfortune of others.
I read in the sounding silence, unconsciously stroking Vega’s hair. A feeling very much like love stirring in me. Protectiveness at the very least. I wasn’t sure she quite got the idea of the collar. Most think it is about ownership which was, admittedly, one of the possibilities.
Though it can also be about trust and connection. Trusting someone literally with your neck, one of the most sensitive and delicate parts of the body. The basis of the phrase ‘stick your neck out.’ There was an element of marking, but it worked both ways. I was hers as much as she was mine. An idea I liked ever more.
As I read, my hand drifted down. Marking the curve of her ear. The angle of her jaw line. riding at her neck, tracing a line around where the solid, warmed metal met her soft skin. A hum exhaled from her as she stirred. Lifting her head from my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, just to let her know I was there. Resisting the urge to kiss her on the cheek. It still felt a bit too intimate for where we were.
“Morning.”
“Indeed it is. At least I think. No windows, you know.”
“I noticed. What time is it anyway?”
The gold hands stood out against the white face. I’d gotten a watch with lines instead of numbers, because I’d been told it was the thing to do. The first and last time I tried to follow a fashion trend.
“Just after six,” I said, checking my watch.
“There’s a six in the morning now?”
“Yes, for a while now,” I laughed, “You sound like someone who could use some coffee.”
“Good guess.”
Working together like Victorian machinists, the steam whistle of the chrome contraption only adding credence, we got the aged espresso machine to cooperate, dispensing two medium mugs of lovely, Italian style beverage. They might not have the best track-record in terms of military allies, but they sure did know their coffee.
“Yummy,” Vega concurred.
We returned to the study, hand in hand. I didn’t usually like the idea of drinks in there but there was a coffee table and it seemed worth-while to try it. It was also best to vacate the kitchen before Matilda got up. She hated it when I hung around while she cooked. At least as far as I could remember.
The leather creaked softly, the couch coming to feel like a second home. That used to be the office, but things had changed pretty radically since I’d started isolating. Even before finally being told to by the government. Not the first time I was ahead of the curve.
“I have another gift for you,” I said, when the coffee was done.
“What is it?”
“You have to come and see,” I replied, trying to maintain the mystery.
Racing her to the top of the stairs, Vega sat waiting expectantly.
“Close your eyes.”
With a huffing sigh, she obeyed and I went to the secret part of the wardrobe where I kept all the gifts.
It didn’t look like much. A short rectangle, in the same style as the collar box. Bought from the same shop, in fact. They shipped all their merchandise in plain, white boxes. The better to ensure privacy and discretion.
I set the box on her lap, giving her thigh a slight squeeze to let her know that she could open her eyes.
She didn’t bother to ask what it was. Knowing by then that I wouldn’t spoil it and there was only one way to find out. Taking the box in both hands, she slid off the lid. Her expression going from excitement to confusion.
On the red paper inside the box lay a small bottle of lube, which I guess she knew, and a second item that confused her.
“It’s called a butt plug. Now, can you guess where that goes?”
“I-in my butt, I assume?”
“Very good. Yes, that is exactly where it goes, though only with lots of lube and other preparation. Don’t let anyone tell you different, okay?” Even as I said it, though, I felt a pang in my chest.
I didn’t really want to imagine anyone else having conversations like this with my Vega. Even though the contract was only for two weeks, the idea of her with someone else made my stomach churn.
“Okay.”
“Promise me,” I urged, despite the bile rising in my throat at the thought of anyone else’s hands on her.
“I promise.”
“Good. The main use for a butt plug, though it can just be used on its own for fun, is to gently stretch the asshole, getting the receiving partner ready for anal sex.”
“You’re going to…” she squeaked a little, “Put it in my ass?”
“No, not yet. You need practice and preparation before that. I just thought I’d show you how it works so you can start preparing.”
“O-okay.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Nodding quickly, Vega got up off the bed and started to strip. Pants first. Then her shirt. Last to come off were her panties, leaving her standing naked before me, back turned, awaiting further instructions.
I caressed my hands down her arms, Vega relaxing into me with a slow sigh. Leaning in, I kissed and then nuzzled her neck, giving her little licks and bites. It seemed to put her in a much calmer mood.
Taking her by the arms from behind, I guided her onto the bed. Her head down and her ass up, in an ever deeper version of the same position when I’d put her against the wall.
It was subtle. Just the smallest quiver, but I knew she was nervous. I couldn’t really blame her. It was a sensitive thing and she didn’t know what I was going to do. Often, not knowing was worse.
“I’m going to help you get ready,” I said, massaging her ass.
She tensed when I first made contact. But she into the rhythm as I continued to massage her.
“It’s best if you have an orgasm. Helps relax everything. I’m going to lick you, okay?”
“Lick my ass?”
“No, your pussy. If I do it well, which I certainly intend to, the effects will go everywhere.”
“Oh,” She seemed to relax a little more. At least I didn’t see another tremble like before.
Continuing to massage her ass, I got the other hand involved. Moving down to her pussy, spreading, already smelling her gathering excitement.
Spreading her beautiful pussy, I leaned in and tasted her sweet lips. I took it easy on her. Despite what my id might be dictating, it was better to be gentle at such a delicate time. I wanted her to feel good. While getting her ready to feel even better in the future. It was a training session. Even if she didn’t know it.
She started to respond. Gently at first. Some soft moans. Lightly pushing her hips back, so her pussy pressed that much harder against my lapping tongue. Natural and positive responses, telling me she was getting into it. The thought of putting something up her virgin asshole no longer seemed quite so scary.
She started to shake, an orgasm building in her like an earthquake as she got closer. Taking her around the waist for support, I kept going. Bringing her up to and then through the gates of pure joy, her upper body collapsing against the mattress.
Letting her down gently, I turned Vega onto her side. Bending her legs up near her chest.
Conducting preliminary preparations with a wet wipe, I took her ass in both hands, gently stretching her out.
“Oh!”
“You okay?”
“Y- yes. It just feels really good.”
“That’s the idea.”
I stretched her out again, a bit further that time, bringing out another throaty moan. Her ass was relaxing nicely.
It didn’t seem like it should be possible. Yet, there it was. The well-lubed butt plug, sliding slowly into Vega’s virgin asshole. A slow, relaxing breath as I held her hip for leverage.<
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“How are you doing?”
“O-o-kay - fuck!”
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“O-o-okay, d-don’t stop! Fuck yes!”
The sound was soft. The distinctive noise of a butt plug getting firmly into position. Nestled between her perfect cheeks.
Reaching around her hip, I lightly coaxed her pussy for extra stimulation as the plug did its work. Much to Vega’s delight.
Her pussy made way, allowing two fingers in, as I took the flared base of the plug between my fingers. Stroking her clit with a gentle ‘come here’ motion, I eased the plug out an inch or two before slowly sliding it back in, carefully building up a motion that was very close to thrusting. Giving her a taster of what anal sex with a cock felt like.
She went mad. Bucking and moaning, howling in pure pleasure. The shaking began, the rest of her going still as she shook from within, like she had a rickety rail bridge running through her. It all culminated in a final, banshee wail as she was hit with the combined force of a g-spot orgasm and the added sensations of the plug in her ass.
The old box spring objected to the extra weight, groaning its protest as I made my way to her. Vega wrapped herself around me, panting and trembling.
The moment held. Time seemed to stop around us. She had done it, and I was so proud of her.
It was a light touch. Just a nudge really, on the edge of the base. Vega moaned deep. The effects of the simple act seeming to run all through her.
“Would you like me to take it out?”
“Gently,” she specified.
I couldn’t quite see. But I knew it must have been a sight. Almost like a magic trick, the full bore of the plug appearing from her ass. Nothing but the softest sound of pleasure coming from Vega.
Brief but sweet, the kiss surprised her as much as me, though she was happy to reciprocate.
“I love you,” she whispered into my chest, as the plug came free.
And with those three little words, it was like everything came crashing down around me.
Chapter Eleven - Vega
Things had turned, the very air taking on a new aspect. We would get up, eat, work, read for a while and go back to bed. Hugo staying well on his side.
He wasn’t cold to me, just sort of… aloof. If I tried to cuddle him in the night he never pushed me away. When I kissed him he would smile. I did it more often. Random cuddles and kisses throughout the day. Some of the pretense for them more realistic than others. A few coming rather out of the blue, trying to catch him off-guard. To see some flicker of change. Love, hate, lust, disgust. I would have taken any of them over his passive fucking aloofness.
We hadn’t fucked for nearly a week. He hadn’t even touched me down there, or anywhere really. Almost like he was trying to keep his distance without actually staying away. My head hurt thinking about the prospect. Though not as much as my pussy ached from the sudden lack of attention. I would touch myself to take the edge off.
The butt plug helped, even more than I thought it might, reminding me of him. It just wasn’t the same. I needed him. Not just his touch, which would be nice, but the feeling that had been behind it. Even more than the sex, at least by a little, I missed the intimacy. I missed the little things, like the time he’d shampooed my hair. His body pressed up against mine in a warm, bubble bath. The tub somehow bending Newtonian physics to fit us both in it.
The work was going well, though. I was improving my French skills while helping Hugo get an even better grasp of English. The irony in no way lost on me. The publishers would probably want someone else to go over it. A ‘native speaker’ just to make sure we’d gotten it all right. Despite the fact that he’d used words like ‘xenophobic’ correctly.
There was only one explanation I could think of for the sudden ‘off switch’ in my sex life. I had spooked Hugo by saying ‘I love you.’ Never mind the fact I never would have, were it not for the situation. The pure bliss I had just experienced drawing it out of me, like torture in reverse. I meant it, after all, I did love him, but had an inkling it wouldn’t go down well. Score one for feminine intuition.
He was hard. I knew he must be, because he had been every time before when we had been so close. Not that he was the only one to get aroused by proximity. The two of us were so sexually compatible ,we were both basically ready to go at a moment’s notice. Making the current situation all the more unbearable.
The squeeze was light, just enough to get his attention. It was like a stab how quickly he jumped up, looking almost like I’d hurt him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“Why?” I asked.
He sat back down. Resolutely refusing to look at me. I could almost see the gears turning in his head.
“Why are you sorry? Because I touched you? Fr because of how you reacted? I’m really confused. You spend days fucking me wonderfully. We work together on your super-secret project you can’t show to anyone else yet. You fucking collar me, and now you won’t even touch me.”
“I can take the collar off,” he pointed out.
The words feel like a slap in the face and my hand immediately shoots toward the metal, gripping it protectively. “Not the fucking point. I don’t want the collar off…it’s nice, actually. I just want you to touch me. To cuddle me, caress me, fuck me so I can’t walk straight. Or, at least to know why you suddenly won’t.”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Then give it a try,” I shot back drily, “Who knows? You might just like it.”
I don’t remember him moving. One minute I was on the chair at the desk. The next I was on the rug, naked from the waist down. My pants and panties were somewhere on the other side of the room. Hugo didn’t go through any teasing that time, he just dove in, devouring my pussy like a starving man given a steak.
Hugo deployed the usual repertoire to guide me in, but this time he got even more creative, unleashing a plethora of symbols on my pussy, as though casting a spell. Bringing me to ever higher levels of ecstasy.
Continuing his practice of the arcane arts on my clit, Hugo slid a finger into my sopping wet pussy. He met no resistance whatsoever, working my tight walls as he deftly pressed my button.
I could barely think as I moaned, my mind relenting nearly all to the pleasure centers as I struggled to stay conscious. The pleasure that raged through my system threatening to consume me.
The orgasms were fast and multiple. I tried to keep up but lost count pretty quickly. The intensity of the situation made it difficult to concentrate, each one shaking me to my very core.
He lay his head on my belly and rested there a while. Both of us needed a bit of a breather after the stupendous sexual frenzy. My fingers worked through his hair as I listened to him breathe.
As we both came around, an idea occurred to me. Slipping my hands under his head so it wouldn’t slam on the floor, I eased out from under him. Somehow getting Hugo onto his back, I slithered up his body, toward his cock. My bare thighs straddling his face.
Shaking with excitement, I undid his pants like he had done with mine so often before, and eased his beautiful cock out of the opening in his boxers. Unfurling it in three sections so it wouldn’t spring out and smack me in the face. Which was always a possibility when Hugo was hard. I took his gently throbbing head in my hot little mouth and sucked with relish. Finally, I fully grasped the phrase ‘cock starved.’ It felt like I might die unless I was able to taste his sweet cum and soon.
As I sucked his beautiful cock, taking my time to savor the moment, I could feel Hugo softly stretching my pussy. Maya had once told me about 69-ing, though I couldn’t quite imagine how it would work. Turned out, it was actually pretty simple. As well as fucking amazing.
Hugo lapped lightly at my tender pussy, no doubt a bit fatigued from the pleasure with which he had so recently blessed me. I hungrily sucked his cock in return, working my way
down to just over half way. It was my ambition to be able to deep-throat him. Even though I had yet to discover that exact descriptor. Still, what I’d accomplished during my very first 69 session, I counted as a personal best. Another step along the way toward my ultimate goal.
I’d just fallen into a good rhythm, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft as I sucked, when Hugo went an upped the ante, introducing a finger into my pussy as well as his brilliant tongue work. I couldn’t let that stand without a response and started with some tongue work of my own. It was a bit awkward at first, with me being a beginner but I soon found the rhythm of it. Hugo’s moans only added to the delicious sensations in my pussy.
Thus began a friendly competition, ending with Hugo damn near drowning me with his biggest cum load yet and me nearly choking on it because I was screaming in pleasure of my own.
He must have been saving it up over the days we hadn’t touched. I was suddenly glad I was able to release him, figuring there was no way that sort of built up tension could possibly be healthy. Helping him as he was helping me. The perfect sort of arrangement.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded as I gulped down the last bit of his cum. Always taught it was rude to speak when my mouth was full.
Sucking him clean once more, as well as helping him remain hard, I kept a hold of the base of his cock, and I swung my leg over like I was mounting a horse. It seemed rather appropriate.
Using two mouth-wetted fingers to make sure my pussy was ready, I eased down his beautiful cock, until I was sitting flush on his lap. My pussy lips hovered lightly over his cock.
I paused while he hastily retrieved a condom from a drawer and pulled it on, then Hugo took my hips as I leaned forward, planting my hands firmly on his strong shoulders. With the full support of his hands, I slowly started to move, caressing my pussy along his cock from balls to head and then back down again. I rocked my hips slightly at each end, trying to give him a different feeling with each pass. Not to mention it played merry wonders on my g-spot.
